happy days I had spent in my home, Clinton, Mass., were real
good days until one sad day the factory or mill in which my
father had worked gave a notice that their factory would only
operate three days a week. My father came home that day planning
of what to do, because of the notice given him and the employees
of the factory. As the days passed one after another my father
was still at his plan thinking of where he could get a better
position to support our family...
little sister and I tried to help my father in a way which we
thought best. My little sister thought of helping the lady next
door by taking care of the lady's baby while the lady went shopping.
Thus she earned fifty cents. I tried to help my father by having
a paper route after school hours. Thus I received my salary
of one dollar and fifty cents per week. My little sister and
I gave our salary to my father in order to help him and keep
our home that we loved since we were very young. But now the
factory only operated two days a week and our salary of two
dollars a week wouldn't help my father any in buying our clothing
Quoted in "What Unemployment Has Meant to My Family,"
in Marion Elderton, ed., Case Studies of Unemployment,