Life in 1930
Hello. My name is Georgia Ann Cutler and I live in Southern Carolina with my ma', pa' my big sister, Connie, and my big brother, Billy. I'm ten years old and the youngest of the bunch. We're a pretty close-knit family even though we don't really see each other for most of the day. I spend my whole morning and early afternoon in school. Connie, who's 13, already has a job. She works at a textile mill. Connie used to go to school just like me, but ever since my family started having problems with money she had to help out. Whenever she's not too tired I sometimes talk to Connie about what it's like being so grown up and havin' a job and providin' a livin' for others. She tells me that it's hard and very exhausting. She says that she has to stand on her feet all day surrounded by big and scary looking machinery. Since Connie's still young and somewhat short she sometimes can't reach all the tall machines, so she has to stand on a flimsy cardboard box. Connie's job consists of spinnin' and spoolin' cloth. Billy, who's 15 also has a job, but he also attends school. He's a newspaper boy. I don't ask him too many questions about his life because now that Billy's gettin' older he don't really like talking to little ten year old girls, ev
He says it's much bigger than an elementary school and has more classrooms. I help my mother in the kitchen or run an errand for her by either runnin' over to the store or stopping by a neighbor's house to bring them something that my mom had baked. Today, just like all the other previous days, I'm gonna' meet Charlotte by the pond. That's when I feel the most sorry for him and when his coughin' fit passes, I usually run to give him a hug to make him feel better. I usually see her in school, but it's a different kind of atmosphere there. During recess, my friends and I are free from being cooped up inside the school, with all the chalk dust, squeaky benches, and hot air. He works as an ironworker building bridges and hotels and such, and he got squeezed between a crane and broke some bones. On colder days, when it's too cold to play outside, I sometimes go home, which isn't far from school, so that my ma' could fix me a nice, hot lunch. (Billy says that it's jus' elementary schools that are built so uncomfortable. My mother says that pa' works hard to support all of us. As much fun as recess is, though, it's never enough. She usually does everything on her own, but on days when there's no school Billy and I have to help her out.
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