1918, this was the end of World War One, i saw all the returning soliders and rushed to meet my dad. He was no where to be seen, absolutely no where in sight. My mom told me he died fighting for our freedom...My sister had never met him, he left while my mom was pregnant with her, i didn't remeber him very clearly either. All the returning soliders were agngry at the prohibition of alcohol, and people started "rum-running", eventually, they got their alcohol back.
In the 20s, my mom finally moved up from nursing and become a doctor, she was making a decent income. She bought my sister and i some very lovely dresses, the nicest ones we have ever had. It was great! She loved having a little bit of disposible income, she said the economy was booming! which i assumed was a good thing, because she bought of my clothes and toys then usual.
Many people thought the economy would stay that was for ever, but little did they know what was waiting on the horizon. A stock market crash, my mom had bought a few stocks, and lost quite a bit of money, along with everyone else. The banks also started losing money, and my mom couldn't pay back the money she borrowed. She was forced to declare bankruptcy, and we had to live in a shelter. It was hard going up during, what they called the Great Depression of the 1930s. Everyday, we waited in the line up at the soup kitchen for a few hours, before getting a small bowl of hot soup. People started to get to know each other, and help each other, when someone found out about work, they'd tell us and he others in the line up.
I grew up in Regina, Saskatchewan, where the "On to Ottawa Treck" wasput to a hault, my mom went outside to see what was going on and told me about it when she came back. She said that the work camps the government had set up for single unemployed men, had horrible conitions, they made 20 cents a week, it was unsanitary, bug infested, they worked long hard hours, and the food was aweful, so we heard. She told me they were protesting for better camp conditions, and are on their way to Ottawa, to confront Prime Minister Bennett about their problems. The RCMP officers only let the leaders proceed on. There ended up being a huge fight, and one man was killed, many men were injured, and the officers arressted 130!
Just when we were starting to think the Depression couldn't get any worse, the winds started picking up, skattering our crops everywhere along with our ploued soil. On top of that we were experiencing a droubt. My mom said we must've done something to make god angry, but she wasn't sure what it was. During the windstorms and the droubt, there was a huge grasshopper infestation, they were everywhere! We locked ourselves inside and prayed, we prayed for this to all go away, or for it to be some crazy dream. But it wasn't, this was reality, and this is what i grew up in.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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