Personal Narrative: Working At Home

Today, I worked in the garden and mended and sewed clothes. Because we’re in the midst of the Great Depression, I have to work during the days instead of going to school. I’m luckier than most, though. We don’t have much money, but we have plenty of food. We grow our own food and buy meat from people who raise pork for pigs. Items like sugar and coffee are rationed, and stamps are distributed to control the amount given to each family depending on the amount of people in the household. We also have a vegetable garden we use to supply food, and we can extras for the winter. My dad is a Methodist minister and my mom is a schoolteacher, so we’ve recovered pretty quickly.
We don’t do much for fun: gas is rationed, so we have to stay pretty close to home. We also can’t buy much, because we have stamps that limit what we can purchase. We can’t go to many movies or entertainment events. I haven’t gotten new clothes in a long time, and all I’ve worn are hand-me down dresses sewn from scraps of fabric.
We have an ice box we keep food in. Our house has 3 bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room, a big hall, and a garage, as well as a vegetable garden out back.
One of the strangest experiences I’ve had as of yet has been seeing those less fortunate than me. My father lets people who lost their homes sleep in our garage, so I’m forced to come face to face with the grim reality of these times every