Great Depression 
classic photograph 

For eight years 
dust blew on the southern plains. It came in a yellowish-brown haze from the 
South and in rolling walls of black from the North. The simplest acts of life — 
breathing, eating a meal, taking a walk — were no longer simple. Children wore 
dust masks to and from school, women hung wet sheets over windows in a futile 
attempt to stop the dirt, farmers watched helplessly as their crops blew 
away.

 
 
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