Dust Bowl: A Letter To President Roosevelt
Dalhart, Texas
June 30, 1935
Dear President Roosevelt,
Hello Mr. President, my name is Donald. I am 13 going on 14, I am from the Great Plains and I’ve been a victim of what they call the “Dust Bowl”. I’ve been trapped in my house for 100 hours due to these wild winds. The wind blows so hard sometimes I think my house is going to blow straight off the ground. Once the winds stop me and Paw walked out to see our fields blown over in dust; I can still see the dazed look on my father’s face when the first dust storm hit. I remember hearing my neighbor say to my father that looking out on the dusted over fields made them start to look like WW1 battlefields. Because of all of this dust I haven’t been to school in quite some time, but the last
June 30, 1935
Dear President Roosevelt,
Hello Mr. President, my name is Donald. I am 13 going on 14, I am from the Great Plains and I’ve been a victim of what they call the “Dust Bowl”. I’ve been trapped in my house for 100 hours due to these wild winds. The wind blows so hard sometimes I think my house is going to blow straight off the ground. Once the winds stop me and Paw walked out to see our fields blown over in dust; I can still see the dazed look on my father’s face when the first dust storm hit. I remember hearing my neighbor say to my father that looking out on the dusted over fields made them start to look like WW1 battlefields. Because of all of this dust I haven’t been to school in quite some time, but the last