The other day Mrs. Gillmore showed us a few black and white photographs that showed a family during the Great Depression in California. The photos showed the family sitting under a small tent like house, obviously down on their luck. The photos really struck me with a feeling of hopelessness that seemed to permeate every aspect of the photos.
The families house was what really got me. A shabby little tent with hardly any room underneath was the family's only protection from the elements. I couldn't do that, I'm just gonna be honest. But the family had no choice. Either a bleak semi-wasteland back home or harsh conditions for a job and paycheck, were the family's only options. I guess, no matter how bad one thing may get, the situation can always become worse.
Well, that is my take on the photographs. A tent just isn't a house to me, and that is what really caught my attention.
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