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Published April 2009
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Adelle Bradford was a child of the dustbowl. "I have seen, heard, and fully experienced so very many things that are now but yesterday's dreams, dry and musty historical facts lost in the pages of dusty old books, or slowly fading away in musty old photo albums full of yesterday's forgotten people. "Although my first few years of life didn't start out that way, I became a Great Depression child in the early thirties. I lived in tent cities and shanty towns erected by men too proud to 'go on the dole'. I was taught that even though your floor was dirt, you carefully brushed it clean each day, and even though you had no shoes, you washed your feet every night." Stories of dispair and triumph, poetry and a lifetime of writing because Adelle Bradford could not help it . . "as I attempt to paint my 'mind pictures' in words for others to see."
Excerpt
History Lost
Mostly, you don't really think about being old, you know. You just are and accept it. But think about it: I was born in 1926. I'll have my 74th birthday in this year 2000, and oh, I have seen, heard, and fully experienced so very many things that are now but yesterday's dreams, dry and musty historical facts lost in the pages of dusty old books, or slowly fading away in musty old photo albums full of yesterday's forgotten people.
You see, although my first few years of life didn’t start out that way, I became a Great Depression child in the early thirties. I lived in tent cities and shanty towns erected by men too proud to 'go on the dole'. I was taught that even though your floor was dirt, you carefully brushed it clean each day, and even though you had no shoes, you washed your feet every night.
There are pictures of those people . . . and those unsmiling, old-faced children of which I was one. There was nothing to smile about, and the sound of laughter was heard so seldom that all heads turned because everyone was filled with the need to find something, anything, to laugh about. Those were the grim days, the 'Grapes Of Wrath' days of my life.
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