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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