This was a women in the 1920's. She was known as a flapper, and was barely never home. She preferred being outside celebrating what the 1920's gave to her.
A typical women in the 1930's spent all her hours in her home or in a factory, working. It was a time of sorrow and sadness, and the happiness of the 1920's was gone forever.
Carla and her friends jumped into their new motor vehicle, and drove along Long Island, where they made it to Great Gatsby's mansion, where they partied every night. The loud music, upbeat mode filled the excitement. Fireworks blasted in the sky as a symbol of happiness of the 1920's. Carla made new friends, and enjoyed every night of partying. When not at the Great Gatsby mansion, she would be at a daytime party in a party club in Manhattan. After all that partying, Carla will be at her three room apartment, where she jammed to music on her new radio, vacuumed the carpet in her living room with her new vacuum, cooked fresh food that stayed in her new fridge, and paying money to buy dresses, makeup, and other things that would contribute to Carla's social life. How can life get any better, well it couldn't. It got worse. 10 years later, 1930's, Great Depression. Carla was tired. Her finger's were sore and bruised, and her knuckles locked up. Instead of partying every night her new routine was kneading and baking bread. Carla cried as she ripped apart her flapper dresses, and threw shreds of it into the fire. The fire was the only source that kept her new one room apartment warm during the harsh winter, as she can not afford fire wood. Carla had to sell her four room apartment, her vacuum, and other new things. She had trouble even selling a thing of lipstick. Carla was luckily able to score a one room apartment from a man of Italian nationality, Pepe, who was now returning to Italy. The apartment's pipes leaked, cockroaches and rats infested the place, their was no heat or air conditioning, and the smell of mold loomed the air. It was better than living on the cold winter streets of New York City, like many of her old flapper friends are. Carla used to have everything, and now she couldn't even afford to buy a sandwich.
The early years of the twentieth century were a time of movement for many black Americans. Traditionally, most blacks lived in the Southeastern states. But in the nineteen twenties, many blacks moved to cities in the North. Black Americans moved because living conditions were very poor in the rural areas of the Southeast. They were also hated by white people, and many African Americans had to worry about being killed by a group called the Ku Klux Klan.
With the entire nation suffering, white people were given the “African American jobs” that they had previously thought were horrible. It was so crazy for whites to have jobs, that some white factory owners killed African Americans just so white people can have their jobs.
The African Americans role of government in the 1920's is the Great Migration, when many African Americans moved to the North from the South to escape discrimination, poverty, and even death. Clarence Blue, a 12 year old boy from a rural town called Greenville,South Carolina, was moving to the north with his mother, Lucille, and father, Ronald, and his sister, Marion, and his two teenager brothers, Cedric and Terrance. Their motor vehicle barely hit the ground since they had all of their luggage and belongings top high on the car. As they drove North with the car spitting dust behind, The Blue family sang happy songs, as the excitement roared out of them. They were starting a new safe life in the North. Clarence's mother and father were both slaves to rich white families. His mother was maid to a women that gold coins came flying out of her ears, and his father worked on a cotton field. Life for them was absolutely terrible. They were called racial slurs, beaten, lived in a small little house in the African American section of Greenville. Blacks were separated from the Whites. They had their own restaurants, parks, bathrooms, and even water fountains. Now it will be different, and the past is in the past. When the Blue Family, made it to their new home in Bloomfield, New Jersey, It was different. Many whites were still very racist to the African Americans. And even though the North's economic life was booming for the whites, It wasn't as much for the African Americans. But they lived through it. As the 1930's grew closer, poverty increased. Lucille's job at a sewing factory was given away to a white women, and Ronald's job was given away to a 10 year old white boy. The Blue's barely could even afford food, and their house. They sold their vehicle, and soon their house. Clarence had to leave school, and everything went horrible. The nightmare was reoccurring again, just like how it did in the South.
In their leisure time, Mexican-Americans campaigned for voting rights, stood against educational, employment, ethnic discrimination, and economic and social advancement. At the same time many Mexican-Americans have struggled with defining and maintaining their community's identity.
A Mexican-American family is changing their car tire, as they are on route back to their old home in Mexico, due to them being deported. During the 1920's, the whites gave Mexican-Americans the jobs they don't want, such as working in a field or maybe at a ranch. But as the Great Depression began, whites lost their jobs and believed that the Mexicans should be deported, and their jobs given to whites. Unfortunately, their wish was the government's command, and many Mexicans were sent back to Mexico. Due to this, their leisure time was pretty much gone forever.
Juan Rivera was 15 year old boy who came from Chihuahua,Mexico with his family, his mother was Margarita, and his father was Jesus. He also had a little four year old ester named Maria. Juan's abuela (grandma) also came with them, whose name was Guadelupe. They took shelter in a village called Presidio,Texas, which is right on the border line. Much of the popularity of the town were Mexicans coming for work. Juan worked at a ranch where he washed saddlery all day, and his father worked building more houses from more Mexican-Americans. His mother stayed at home with Maria and abuela, and sewed blankets and clothes. Its 1929, about to turn 1930. It is the Great Depression. Their is a town radio that many go to listen too. Juan sometimes went to go listen to the radio at night with his friends from the ranch. One night, abuela was cooking some tamales for dinner when Francisco, Juan's friend, came rushing in saying their is some breaking news. Juan stormed off into the outside with Francisco, and as everybody else, huddled around the radio. It was saying how whites wanted Mexicans to be deported and have their jobs. Everyone was disgusted and was very unhappy about this. Some even cried. As time passed on, the more the disgusting news popped up. It was then an afternoon that police began to come through town saying to residents that they have to move back to Mexico. It was not fair. The Mexican Americans had done nothing wrong, and worked to make a living. And now they are being forced to be sent back. As Juan looked back at his home one more time, he sobbed and was so upset. He and his family than began their long, treacherous walk back to Chihuahua.
In the 1920's, Businesses workers and factories workers made much money. It was a time when everybody was paying there money for the new economic mechanics and such things.
Business and the economy in the 1930s were in a state of upheaval. The Great Depression was ruining everybody's life. No one buying anything and saving their money is bad for owners and workers, because they will go broke, and the factories and businesses had to close.
Joseph Linkas was a business owner. He owned a little store in Brooklyn called Joseph's Fancy Shoes. During the 1920's, he was making a lot of money. Customers were overflowing out of the door. They wanted to pay for some really nice shoes with their new money. Joseph took all his new money and bought a nice apartment with it, and much more. He became a very wealthy business owner. He had so much money that he would bet huge amounts of cash in bidding games. But this all came to a screeching halt in the 1930's. Joseph lost all of his money, and was forced to shut down Joseph's Fancy Shoes. He became homeless, and he looked everywhere to find a job. He just couldn't. He would stand for hours in the Unemployed Line just so he can get a coffee and donut. Before Joseph went to bed on the sidewalk every night, he would look up into the stars and remember how his life was. He also prayed that someday, it will go back to that.