Personal Narrative Essay On The 1930's

The fresh morning air was cool against my face. Father had been gone for a while now, he had been called by his work for some “serious business.” As my sister Aliah, and I played in the pond by our 2 story house, we heard a faint muttering of Father’s pick-up.

The great depression all started with the stock market crash of 1928. The president at the time was herbert hoover who promised to keep peace. He ended up winning 444 electoral votes to his opposing opponent who only had 87 electoral votes (Notes). After the stock market crashed banks started to fail and had no money to give to people. Nobody had money to pay anyone so unemployment roared all the way to 23% from 3%.

It's been a while since I wrote to you, but life has been a struggle lately with the Great Depression hammered down to our nation. People losing their jobs, their house, even their loved ones. I continuously hear story about people commiting suicide because they can't feed their family, or because the depression of being a liability. The rate of people living off the street keep increasing, some survived with their newspaper blankets, while some life were taken away by the cold. No one talk about "hope" these days, as if there is anything to be hopeful about the situation. My business definitely took a hit because the amount of people who can afford to buy stuff keep disappearing. There is no question that I have to close my shop if that will

Everyone experiences sadness — sadness is a part of life. However, with many people, their sadness can escalate into a feeling of emptiness and a lack of motivation. I have encountered this, and I am still dealing with it today. Few can remember the moment it happened, but I can. For me, my depression started on my 14th birthday. It happened during a sleepover at my house around 12 a.m. I can remember just laying on my couch texting my friend all content and the next thing I know, I just feel this empty sadness take over, it was unlike anything I had felt before. It had taken me awhile but eventually I realized what was happening to me. It started out as just sadness for a few years, then it morphed into this numbing emptiness. I could still

Depression placed a dark brooding shadow over my mind. I was weighed down, oppressed by the burden of having to carry on with life. In my mind, there was a crushing sense of hopelessness that I have never felt before. The only therapy I found was taking that beautiful, freshly sharpened razor to my left arm. A sigh of relief departed me as I watched the bright red blood drip from my vein. The only burden I had was going to school and hiding my war scars. Each day, the darkness spread through me like cancer. My body withering away, I needed an escape route from this crucial disease. This all continued until the day I saw a light and the darkness began to fade

The 1920’s where a time of conservatism, it was a time of great social change. From the world of fashion to the world to politics, forces clashed to produce the most explosive decade of the century.

The 1930’s were one of the most difficult times in American history. It was the time of the Great Depression. Millions of Americans suffered hardships as the economy was in a free fall. Many Americans were unemployed and lost almost everything they had owned. In 1932, America realized it was time for a change, and elected Franklin Delano Roosevelt in a landslide vote. Roosevelt promised to help end the depression and with his New Deal. The New Deal was Roosevelt’s plan to end the Great Depression. Through increased government spending, FDR enacted numerous public works programs in an effort to simulate the economy. The New Deal’s “alphabet soup” (this was the nickname for the numerous programs FDR enacted) was FDR’s plan to people

The 1920’s are also known as the "Roaring 20’s". It was the first modern decade experienced by this country, as America flourished after WW I. The average number of hours worked per week dropped from 60 hours to 48 hours (Rayburn). For the first time, people felt that it was just as important to play as it was to work; family outings and weekend trips had become things that workers expected (Rayburn). Women became more open by appearing in public smoking and drinking. Trojan condoms first appeared and sex became an open issue for discussion.

Last I heard from my friends they had grown ears and tails and one seemed to have a fever so I could only wonder if and when something would happen to me. It was already fairly late so I figured it wouldn't do me any good to stay up all night waiting for something when it might not even happen so i drifted off to sleep. When I woke up for school I was still feeling fine aside from the normal morning haze so I figured might as well finish off this week since it was Friday. During lunch just as I sat down by my friends everything started to feel warmer and a headache began to pulse. Of course my body chose now to betray me. I grabbed my head in a desperate attempt to stop the growing pains and everyone around me began to notice my discomfort and tried to help but it just

Now a day we bypass valuable freedom opportunities in everyday life and we see them as nothing. For example, being able to even walk in your backyard in the evening, or taking your own kids to school, matter of fact even the privilege to attend school, calling your family members in no time, being able to relax, have an easy day and working at a place of your liking. All these things are part of our freedom that we normally don’t think about or how these things would greatly impact our life. These were small things that greatly impacted a slave’s life in the 1930s, not being able to choose their own life path, always being the use of everybody else, never having the opportunity to take a deep breath of fresh air. This was my life as a slave

I remember coming home on a Monday afternoon and standing in front of the mirror in my room. Mascara and eyeliner were smeared all over my face, and my eyes were puffy. I went over to my dresser and grabbed the small pill bottle laying on top of it. I started off by taking 5. 5 turned into 10; 10 turned into 20; and before I knew it, I had taken 35 pills.

Pain, despair, loss, depression, anxiety. Those are the things that somehow made me as I am today. On October 8th I was born, a happy baby who had no idea the rough road ahead. When I was in second grade my parents got divorced. I was close to my mom so when she moved away I was lost in a whole new way. My dad had always had some anger issues but when they split it was a little more frequent. I had to move schools the next year and it was weird because I didn’t know anything about public school. I remember one day a girl walked up to me and asked if I wore mascara and I didn’t even know what that was. I didn’t know how to make friends, so I decided to be friends with the first person I met. That was a big mistake because she was just

I have learned quite some lessons since I was eight years of age. See, I grew up with immense depression, anxiety, insomnia, and minor schizophrenia. Of course, I never knew that because I always thought it was something every child went through, the twist; however, I did not have "Imaginary friends", all-though everyone described those voices as them, they were demons to me. These "demons" patronized me days in and days out. Due to these "demons" I never got to sleep which resulted in hallucinations. These hallucinations concluded with me flailing around thinking I was about to get killed or hit by an oncoming car when there was no car in either direction of me.

Mom lost her job, father lost a great deal of money, my brother lost his car. We couldn’t get what we wanted anymore. Father was struggling with his job as people began to panic. The first couple of years wasn’t as bad. We lost a few things but we were getting by. That was until our home was being taken away. We were kicked out and had no place to go. My father had found out about a place called Hooverville. It was a place for people who were homeless. When we went there it wasn’t exactly at all what I expected. There were tiny little shacks made out of scraps of metal and glass. We weren’t entirely fond of it but we had to make

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and