Arkansas River Creative Writing
“Our land hasn’t grown any crops for the last 3 years. We’ve got no money since we sold our pigs. I don’t know how much longer we can all survive here,” I hear Ma say to Pa on the other side of my bedroom door.
We have been going along with very little food since the start of the droughts in 1931. I know everyone’s suffering and has been for the last few years but we never wanted to admit it. Hearing those words out of my mother’s mouth made my head spin. It was as if reality finally hit me. It was like if my mother believed everything will be better, then it will. Today, she admitted my worst fear was true. I sit on my bed in disbelief until I fell asleep.
My eyes burn from the blowing dust. I feel my throat dry as ever. I look around and don’t know where I am. The dust is worse than it’s ever been and I can’t find shelter. It painfully slaps …show more content…
“Good morning, Ma.”
“Good morning, Jo,” she says, sweetly. “Are you ready to fill up the buckets in the good ole Arkansas River?”
“Sure, Ma.”
So we begin to walk the couple miles to the river, pulling our wagons. I am puzzled to mom’s cheerfulness after what I heard last night. I begin to wonder if this may be our last trip to the river. Our water was much too contaminated to even try to boil. The pipes ended up getting clogged and didn’t work anymore. Our family and others are very dependent on this river. Maybe, we’re all moving East, finally away from this nightmare. It’s where all my friends went. My parents were hoping the dust would all end soon enough. That’s why they decided to stay.
“Do you think Leo and Pa got some milk today?” Ma asked, enthusiastically.
“When was the last time they got any milk from our futile cows?” I questioned apathetically.
“I don’t appreciate the attitude, young lady.” She answered sternly. “We are trying our best to get through this and you are no help with your pessimism. Now please, can we just be happy with the time we are given
We have been going along with very little food since the start of the droughts in 1931. I know everyone’s suffering and has been for the last few years but we never wanted to admit it. Hearing those words out of my mother’s mouth made my head spin. It was as if reality finally hit me. It was like if my mother believed everything will be better, then it will. Today, she admitted my worst fear was true. I sit on my bed in disbelief until I fell asleep.
My eyes burn from the blowing dust. I feel my throat dry as ever. I look around and don’t know where I am. The dust is worse than it’s ever been and I can’t find shelter. It painfully slaps …show more content…
“Good morning, Ma.”
“Good morning, Jo,” she says, sweetly. “Are you ready to fill up the buckets in the good ole Arkansas River?”
“Sure, Ma.”
So we begin to walk the couple miles to the river, pulling our wagons. I am puzzled to mom’s cheerfulness after what I heard last night. I begin to wonder if this may be our last trip to the river. Our water was much too contaminated to even try to boil. The pipes ended up getting clogged and didn’t work anymore. Our family and others are very dependent on this river. Maybe, we’re all moving East, finally away from this nightmare. It’s where all my friends went. My parents were hoping the dust would all end soon enough. That’s why they decided to stay.
“Do you think Leo and Pa got some milk today?” Ma asked, enthusiastically.
“When was the last time they got any milk from our futile cows?” I questioned apathetically.
“I don’t appreciate the attitude, young lady.” She answered sternly. “We are trying our best to get through this and you are no help with your pessimism. Now please, can we just be happy with the time we are given