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April 9th, 1935- The days are getting longer and longer hotter and hotter. Raging Gail force winds are sweeping over the rolling land in Oklahoma. Dust is everywhere, on top houses, cars; even the barn is starting to cave in from the dust build up. I sit in my room listening to ma and pa talking about foreclosure on the house and property because we can’t pay our mortgage payments. Also I’m hearing talk about taking route 66 to California and their offering 40 acres and land to white Protestants and even a house. It comes to be about 11:00 am and we still have nothing to do me, ma and pa just sitting on the front porch looking at what we once had. Our property used to be filled with green rolling hills and ripe vegetation. Now were just sitting, watching, waiting for something to come along. I don’t think this is the right solution. I’m too afraid to confront pa he’s a very stubborn man and doesn’t really go for most solutions I give him. Our family has been really sad lately. My younger sister, Jenny Jacobs passed away a couple of weeks ago when the winds were real bad. She got too much dust in her lungs when she was out looking for vegetation. She couldn’t make it. We didn’t have enough money to go to the doctor. We buried her next to the old dried up creek down the road me and her used to play in when it was full of water and wild life. It was her special spot and it will now be all of our special spots in our hearts from now on. April 11th, 1935- I awoke from bed and I hear pa and ma talking to someone in the living room. I have never heard that voice before. They were using big words, terms I have never heard before. I heard one word that I recognized “foreclosure”. I guess we haven’t been paying our mortgage bills and how their going to take our land and farm and everything we have except for our car. I could tell by the tone of pa’s voice that he disappointed for letting his family down. The man left after all the legal paperwork. That’s when we all sat down at the table and planed a permanent road trip. We figured we would take route 66 to California in search for jobs, land and a new beginning. Pa told me to go out to a little garden that we planted and took care of. I picked everything in sight, even the not ripe products. I even got seeds so they would come in handy on our road trip for bartering with people along the way.
Approximate Word count = 1802
Approximate Pages = 7.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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