The Cotton Mill Was Extremely Hot Today

The Dust Bowl was a difficult time that caused people to lose their lives or to have difficult ones. People got diseases, others lost everything they had, and kids didn’t get to grow up normal. One of these kids was Timothy Johnson. One day, he and his brothers were out when their mom called them in, as she did a loud sound crashed through their trees. They heard the stories of many dust storms forming but Timothy hadn’t known how they would affect his life. They watched as dust clouded around them, they couldn’t even see the tree Timothy and his brothers had played by. Days later after the first storm, Timothy went back to school and talked about it with his friends. A few days later at school another one hit, and all the kids had the realization of what was happening. About 6 months later kids would wear masks and many had gotten illnesses from what was now know as the Dust Bowl. Timothy grew up a lot during the Dust Bowl, he went through many hardships and learned what to do to help out his family. After, he wrote a documentary about it later becoming famous for the perfect way he portrayed it. Yet the story of Tim was only one of many caused by the Dust Bowl, an awful time that destroyed many lives.

In the story, Richard had mentioned about the loss of his identity, his speaks of language and his family. We can see that when he said, “I did not know that I had a family, a history, a culture, a source of spirituality, a cosmology, or a traditional way of living. I had no awareness that I belonged somewhere. I grew up ashamed of my Native identity and the fact that I knew nothing about it”. This shows he was angry that there was no one tell him about where he belonged and his culture.

Geoff left school at 15 so he could join the building industry and he thought this is what he would do his entire life, but what Geoff didn’t know was he was going to get a back injury in his late twenties that would prevent him from doing hard labour. When he found this out he retired from the building industry and lazed around home for over a year because hard labour was all he knew and without it he had nothing to do.

He even finds himself wanting to laugh at his situation. After this, he goes into a reminiscing and even happy tone about what he thought life in Canada would be like. He states he used to dream of Canada and of the opportunities of a new life outside of his homeland. He recalled how he planned to get married, have children, begin a family with a house, maybe even a cottage on the edge of the city. Middle class was his goal, he’d provide for his family, a stark difference from the “hard-to-mouth” life he was used to. But then, all too quickly, this daydream is ripped from him as his feet pressed to asphalt, continuing his never ending search for a job. With each step, he finds his sense of revulsion increasing, and thus begins his doubts. He wonders if he was really happy on the island, happier than he even realized before reaching Canada. Again, reality tears him from his regrets and hopes and he knew he needed to find a job or he will starve. His tone quickly takes a sharp turn into humorous denial, perhaps another past thought of what he thought life in Canada would be like; “No one starved in Canada; that only happened in such places as India or Africa. But definitely not Canada!” For a third time, the reality of his starving, growling stomach brings him back to his current, unfortunate situation, in which he becomes slightly panicked at the prospect of actually not getting a meal that night. He suddenly feels out of place,

As the great philosopher Heraclitus once said, “There is nothing permanent but change.” In “The Circuit” by Francisco Jiménez- set in America around the 1960’s- a young boy named Panchito (‘Franky’), his brother, younger siblings, and mother and father are shown overcoming draining circumstances and appalling housing situations that could at best be described as ‘fit for a pig.’ His family came from Mexico, but moved to America to start a new life and to hopefully earn more money through farming. Jiménez explains the many hardships of his life through descriptions of temporary, termite infested, hole filled living spaces and long, tiring hours of physical labor under the sun that in return earned him less than twenty dollars a day. Panchito,

When his father died, Owen Brown’s family suffered. Without any help, the family’s crops failed that year, and they were forced to sell their cattle. The family tried to maintain their farm, but the fierce winter the next year made things even more difficult; most of their remaining

Alex Martin aka Al whose an african american male who’s 6’1’’,dark brown hair, and allergic to peanut butter has spent the last 9 years in jail.Al went to jail because he robbed a bank.Al’s first impression on the people he first seen when he got out of jail was he didn't care about anyone but himself.When Al seen his mother the first thing she said was how did you get that scar on your face.Al told his mother in his deep voice that he got into a fight with another inmate about who get’s to sleep on the top bunk,and he pulled a knife on him and sliced the side of his face.Alex told his mother he was going to get a job as a mechanic.Al’s dad walked inside his home stumbling and knocking things over.Al was tired of seeing his dad always drunk

The workdays began before dawn in the coal country.When the men and boys got ready for work,they wore different clothing. The men wore rubber boots with coveralls,as the boys pulled on caps,overcoats, and laced up hobnailed boots.The young boys worked in the breaker.The breaker was the tall,gloomy part where coal was broken and

This story follows Mr. Jones’ socioeconomic status from when he was 17 and came North in the Great Migration to his life as a family man. He was described as walking jauntily with his head held high as he had many high expectations through his period of the Great Migration. As Mr. Jones continued to live in the city he began to realize that his hopes may have been too high as he struggled to break into a business career. As time went by he gave up on his big dreams and got married settling with the hope of at least a son to accomplish what he could not. Unfortunately, Mr. Jones ended up not being able to have a son and went from that jaunty young man to a tired shuffling old

Tim was lifting heavy weights, at least dumbbells that were 55 lbs. Tim had been eating right, 3 apples every day, and 2 glasses of milk every night. Tim knew that he had to work hard because a few years ago, the Victorians had been in a brutal battle with the Chinese Sommba’s. It ended with at least 40 Sommba’s dead, and 1 Victorian dead, so Tim knew what they could do to him. There was also a good side of Tim. Tim always obeyed what his mother had told him. He would do community service, and even feed the poor. His Dad was off in the military, so Tim barely had enough time to hang out with his dad. Tim didn’t really speak about his dad much because whenever he brings his dad up, Tim gets very anxious. Tim has not seen his dad in over 6 years, so it was probably going to be tough to get over. Tim already knew that he was ready to go onto the streets. So Tim grabbed his backpack and was ready to

Life in the Iron Mills is a tragic yet poignant story of the effects of a man’s socioeconomic status. Although set in the nineteenth century, the story is all too familiar. The short story begins with a reflective narrator begging the audience to read the story with an open mind not tainted by the ideals of high society (Davis). The narrator suggests the story be read from the perspective of the protagonist, Hugh Wolfe, a lowly puddler at the iron mill (Davis). Hugh works long, hard hours at the mill for little to no pay in attempts to provide not only for himself but also for his cousin, Deborah, and a young girl, Janey (Davis). In Hugh’s spare time at the mill, he carves sculptures out of korl (Davis). Hugh leads a typical life of a working class citizen.

The children are working very long days. The boy seems to be dreading every minute that passes. Making children work is cruel and unreasonable punishment. Children are innocent, and should not have to deal with the difficult demands of manual labor. Playing on a playground is how children should be acting. Marys letter reads, "Last Thursday one girl fell down and broke her neck which caused instant death." Mary is very young, and so is this girl that she is talking about. Furthermore, Mary should not be in a place where death is as easy as slipping. Children should not ever be one slip away from death. Mary should not be able to talk about death in such a light matter. Sadly, she can because it is happening all around her. Child labor is taking away the children's

4:50 a.m. He’s up. With only four hours of sleeps and a days full of work ahead, he gets ready for what the day has in store for him. Life does not come easy for him, but he gets by with what he has. [A simple education of elementary gets him by]. Work is cruel; bent at 90-degrees, with heat scorching on his back, and hard manual labor, it is the only resource of income someone such as himself can obtain.He leaves the house and drives off in a beat-up pickup into the outskirts of town, heading to the place that he has know for most of his life: the strawberry fields.

My first entry in this journal. I figured if I must be forced to leave the farm to work in a factory all day under another man’s will, working hours in a closed up shanny with tight walls and little breathing room, I may as well document it. If I don’t write, I fear that I may go insane in the tight little space, everyone breathing on each other and working on top of eachother. I have heard of many people moving to the city, excited to make more money and to be inside rather than laboring in the sun for hours, but I do not trust the machines. I fear that my wife’s skirt may be caught while spinning thread, to be torn off her dress or to drag her into the machine with it. My boys aren’t used to machinery either, and they are naive and stupid

But beyond making the families dependent on the machine and its masters for food, the machine has also forced the men to rely upon the machine for their sense of purpose. Without the sound of the factory and the schedule of maintaining the train, the men feel a temporary emptiness.