I sat down along with the rest of my family for dinner. The floor creaked as I pulled the seat closer. For once in almost 3 months we had something to eat for dinner. A small loaf of bread sat in the middle of the table.
We joined hands and prayed thanked the lord for this blessing. Though he wasn't we had the bread, the government set up a relief program for suffering farmers like us. Today we were granted food, or at least just a little something to keep our tummies from rumbling late at night.
We finished our prayers and I took the bread and split it into 7 pieces, one for my 5 children, my husband, and me. The bread was rough even a bit chalky but when you do not have food for almost a week you don't care what it is. My children were greatly satisfied. Our farm just began getting back together, though we had almost lost it.
We were granted money for our farm to get back started again with. Once all the children finished their bread we all got up and went to our living room where Thomas, my husband, lit a fire.
The children sat all around the fire as for me and my husband we sat in old beat up sofa chairs. I got up and pulled the radio ,that we had bought back before the depression, closer to us. I tried to tune in to any voice that was speaking in hopes of comfort for our family.
I stopped at a talk with Roosevelt talking about the new relief programs which we were apart of. My children's faces lit up and they l got excited to hear our president speaking for us. By the end of the talk all the children were all bunched up together sound asleep.
Business closures caused our farm to loose business, many people in the city where we live near are suffering greatly from job loss. No one has the money to buy our crops but with FDR's relief program we are avoiding foreclosure, though we have very little money. Roosevelt was truly our hero.