The Unknown
...to cook breakfast of oatmeal and bread. When my brother and I, turned 15, we began to work with my father as a miner and I helped mom at the sewing factory sweeping up the scraps. Our lives were all about working and surviving the depression. Time pass along and now that there were 3 men working in our home, my mother did not have to work as a sewer in the factory, she sewed clothes for people at home. My mother was actually having another baby and the walking everyday was causing her much pain. Women in those days had to work just a s hard as men, because everyone in the home had to work to make ends meet. The money that the family made was put away for the very important things that the family and children would need and my father controlled all the money. All the money was put in a safe place that only mom knew were it was. She would take it to pay the bills and to buy food. When you have to count every penny in order to survive, many times you might have to go without something in order for others to get, because everyone had to work. A couple of months later, my mother had a baby girl and she named her Annabelle. Another mouth to feed, is what I would say. The unknown can sometimes make you mad about a lot of things. As time went by and as we grew older, work was harder to do and the money wasn’t much and it really didn’t match the labor. But you have to do it anyway. No matter how hard it was you made ends meet. My dad caught something from the mining field, and he became very ill, so he works less and less everyday. Finally he had to stop stopped working; this became a worry for our mother. Dad worked the hardest in the family and he made the most money. So my mom had to depend on depended on Jacob and me to find work that would bring in more money. The jobs we found started to help us out for the better. The extra money helped buy medicine for our father. The job was running newspapers on Wall Street at night for the morning businesses to sell. How can the unknown make such high demands on people’s lives? Several years later our father died of a collapsed lung and malnutrition. Once again the unknown can make life poorer for many. We all missed our father, however, life goes on. Annabelle is now 7 years old, she is learning how to sew and do all the things that our mother does? Seven-year-old children today only have to worry about who they want to play with, not working. Even though hardship was always at our door, we grew closer as a family and much of what we had to look forward to, was the home that our mother was able to keep safe and warm for us. Having a lot of love given to us by our mother we were able to suffer the hardships. We began to lean on mom and Annabelle, they would both get up at the same time every morning to make breakfast and sometimes pack lunches of bread and milk. We were able to budget for lunch at least three times a weak. The unknown can sometimes make you feel good and sometimes make you feel bad. When Annabelle was 10, the depression started to improve. Jobs were more plentiful and school was available for Annabelle. Annabelle wanted to go to school so bad that she would sometime pretend to be the teacher and we were her students. We could see our father’s dream was starting to become a reality with Annabelle. We hoped she would be the one who could help make a change for our family and our community. Annabelle grew up to be more responsible than we ever were. We all wanted life for Annabelle to are a life she would...