It had been months since there had been any significant rain in Oklahoma. There was dust everywhere. On the sheets, in our food, and covering every establishment in sight. Although this had been the daily condition for a long time, nothing could have prepared me for what happened the day of Sunday, April 14, 1935.
Conditions had been getting really bad in Scherville, the town I lived in. Water and food were scarce and crops were fading away like our hope for any means of precipitation. Ma, Pop, my older brother Lewis, and I had packed up all of our stuff into our car, and had started to head a little ways west. My Aunt Sherry and Uncle Austin lived in Utah, and were impacted much less than us by the dust, and had invited us to live with them until our living conditions improved. It seemed like many other families had the same idea, because when we started driving west, I saw several other cars heading the same way, crammed to the brim with mattresses, bedding, and essentials.
We were driving down the deteriorated road when Lewis yelled with angst, “Ma! Pop! Look out at the horizon!”. As soon as Pop saw what Lewis had seen, he halted the car with a sudden jolt that could have flew me out the window. Pop turned over the back of his shoulder …show more content…
Wendell!” Ma cried, “Where are you?”. We were searching for Pop for what seemed like hours. Ma was trying to keep herself together, but Lewis and I could see that she was on the verge of tears. After about an hour, the dust started to clear in a small area of the cloud. Pop stumbled out of the storm wheezing and coughing, trying to take in a breath of air. We rushed over to help him. “Pop what were you thinking?” I said. But of course he couldn’t respond. He was covered head to toe in a thick layer of dust, and judging by the small puffs of dust coming out of Pop’s mouth every time he coughed, we knew that his lungs were also covered in dust. Sunday, April 14, 1935, we left both Pop and our home behind with the
Conditions had been getting really bad in Scherville, the town I lived in. Water and food were scarce and crops were fading away like our hope for any means of precipitation. Ma, Pop, my older brother Lewis, and I had packed up all of our stuff into our car, and had started to head a little ways west. My Aunt Sherry and Uncle Austin lived in Utah, and were impacted much less than us by the dust, and had invited us to live with them until our living conditions improved. It seemed like many other families had the same idea, because when we started driving west, I saw several other cars heading the same way, crammed to the brim with mattresses, bedding, and essentials.
We were driving down the deteriorated road when Lewis yelled with angst, “Ma! Pop! Look out at the horizon!”. As soon as Pop saw what Lewis had seen, he halted the car with a sudden jolt that could have flew me out the window. Pop turned over the back of his shoulder …show more content…
Wendell!” Ma cried, “Where are you?”. We were searching for Pop for what seemed like hours. Ma was trying to keep herself together, but Lewis and I could see that she was on the verge of tears. After about an hour, the dust started to clear in a small area of the cloud. Pop stumbled out of the storm wheezing and coughing, trying to take in a breath of air. We rushed over to help him. “Pop what were you thinking?” I said. But of course he couldn’t respond. He was covered head to toe in a thick layer of dust, and judging by the small puffs of dust coming out of Pop’s mouth every time he coughed, we knew that his lungs were also covered in dust. Sunday, April 14, 1935, we left both Pop and our home behind with the