"Why's that?" said Billy. "Well..." said Dad, "A lot of people's lives were changed or ruin because of money. Let me give you what I mean using Grandpa's journal. He was farmer in Kansas during this time with my grandma and grandpa. Ah here we go, November 4, 1932."
"Today is the worst day of my life." wrote Grandpa in his journal. "The field wasn't growing anything again. The last time something we picked something out of here was 5 months ago, it was also the last time it rained here. We worked so hard on the land, but it gave us nothing in return.
"To make this day worst, when I was moving hay into the shed by myself, I overheard Mom and Dad talking about something. I listen closely and hear dad said he was gonna sell the farm because we couldn't make enough money to keep it on it's feet."
"So we sold the farm and everything that had no value, loaded up the horse and wagon and headed north to a state called Rhode Island. We passed by so many people who were living on the streets, begging for anything that we weren't using, it broke my heart."
"While in Rhode Island, dad said he might be able a job in a factory, I don't know what he would be doing, but he will be making money. It also means that I haft to find a job as well, even at 14 years old. I just hope life would go back to the way it use to be....carefree."
"See kids," said Dad, "I hope you learned something from this mini lesson about the 1930's." "I sure did!" said Billy, "don't take anything for granted." "That's good to know Billy." said Dad, "now let's go finish cleaning Grandpa's attic, he deserves it."