Life in 1930
Hello. My name is Georgia Ann Cutler and I live in Southern Carolina with my ma', pa' my big sister, Connie, and my big brother, Billy. I'm ten years old and the youngest of the bunch. We're a pretty close-knit family even though we don't really see each other for most of the day. I spend my whole morning and early afternoon in school. Connie, who's 13, already has a job. She works at a textile mill. Connie used to go to school just like me, but ever since my family started having problems with money she had to help out. Whenever she's not too tired I sometimes talk to Connie about what it's like being so grown up and havin' a job and providin' a livin' for others. She tells me that it's hard and very exhausting. She says that she has to stand on her feet all day surrounded by big and scary looking machinery. Since Connie's still young and somewhat short she sometimes can't reach all the tall machines, so she has to stand on a flimsy cardboard box. Connie's job consists of spinnin' and spoolin' cloth. Billy, who's 15 also has a job, but he also attends school. He's a newspaper boy. I don't ask him too many questions about his life because now that Billy's gettin' older he don't really like talking to little ten year old girls, ev
This summer is also going to be exciting because Billy promised to teach me and Charlotte how to swim. Usually, Charlotte and I would dip only our feet in the water, but when Billy teaches us how to swim we won't have to be afraid anymore. I can't wait! I'll write soon... en if I am his sister. Billy thinks he's turnin' into a man and is too mature to explain things to me. But I've seen boys about his age standing in the streets yellin' the newspaper headlines, tryin' to sell the paper and it don't look like too much fun. My father works as a stonecutter. My mother always reminds us kids how lucky we are that my father was able to keep his job after the company started laying off a lot of its workers not too long ago. My father is a wonderful man. He always thinks of all us kids. Every day after he comes home from work, he buys us a lil' treat from the store. It's usually nuthin' much jus' a small sweet, but it makes all us kids feel so much better that pa's constantly thinkin' about us and wants to make us feel special. My mother says that pa' works hard to support all of us. His job involves a lot of physical strength. I see how difficult my father's job is from how old and tired his face looks and from his persistent cough, which is the result of inhaling too much granite dust on the job. When his coughing spells are really bad, my pa' sometimes yells "Damn! Damn that granite, damn that silica and damn that horrid job!" in between wheezing spasms with a face beet red from choking. That's when I feel the most sorry for him and when his coughin' fit passes, I usually run to give him a hug to make him feel better. My mother doesn't really work. I mean she doesn't work for money. She's a housewife. She takes care of our small garden, cooks, and does other chores around the house like cleanin' and tendin' to the animals that we have. She usually does everything on her own, but on days when there's no school Billy and I have to help her out. Also when we get home after school we help out, too. Billy usually just goes out to collect pieces of firewood for the stove. I help my mother in the kitchen or run an errand for her by either runnin' over to the store or stopping by a neighbor's house to bring them something that my mom had baked. Right now, as
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Approximate Word count = 1527
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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