The Importance Of Bread Lines During The Great Depression

When I was growing up it wasn’t so easy. The amount of work the public needed to put in was so tremendous. During the time of the Great Depression I was only nine years old. My mother and father had six children all together before the rising of this terrible time, but only two of them were girls. The rest of us, including me, are boys. Papa left us without a word, midst the disaster. Momma then started seeing a man named Jacob; they didn’t have kids because we had no money. Marriages couldn’t admittedly happen concerning the depression so none of us kids could say that they were actually married, although in our minds they were. I wasn’t very fond of Jacob in behalf of his lack of an appropriate father figure, but at least he didn’t leave our family. He was actually trying to find a job and helped us find food to eat. The Great Depression was a term
Bread Lines are lines that were miles and miles long filled of people. Once you got to the front of the line there was a bowl of soup and a scarce amount of bread. The public would stand in the lines for hours and almost half of them couldn’t receive any food because it was all out. Lines started hours before dinner just so they could be at the front of the line to get their “meal” if you can even call it that. Most of my family never got food. Usually we would split up into groups of two to go to the soup kitchen/bread lines and we rotate every night. The reason we did this was because random homeless people would come to our house and steal everything we own which is nearly nothing. One time I came home when no one was home and I saw an old man scrambling through our house taking wood out of the ground because he was cold. The elder screamed and ran out the door dropping everything. Luckily he didn’t take it, but since then we have to have someone at our dwelling just to be