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Personal Narrative: The Black Blizzard

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Black Blizzard Everything had been quiet and painfully loud at the same time. I remember standing from afar, trying to get my last gaze at my home. It was the eighth of August in 1932, the day my family 's home was getting torn down. I suppose the days stillness had contrasted that day 's events. I watched from the car as the rusty looking green tractor had neared my household, slowly inching it’s way forward. The thing hardly looked like it could do any damage. I was immediately proven wrong as the beast let down its massive claw that creaked and squeaked as it lowered and sped up, automatically plowing through the house as though it had never been there in the first place. from the back of my father 's truck, my stomach twisted and …show more content…

The trip had lasted for months on end. We had only ever stopped every few days or so for supplies or to sleep. Everyday I thought of the same things. The more I thought of it, the less it made sense to me. I had so many questions to ask but I always received my father 's frustration and the same answers that had confused me. How could the bank do this to us? It wasn’t our fault our crops didn’t grow. It wasn’t our fault we couldn’t pay the mortgage. It wasn’t our fault, and I knew that, but it felt like it was. The Black Blizzard had taken everything from us, and now our home? What a greedy monster. We rode for days at time, hardly stopping for anything but gasoline. With what little we were allowed to bring, I had decided on a few of my favorite books, which included “Tender Is the Night,”by F. Scott Fitzgerald and my prized book, “The Good Earth” by Pearl S. Buck. From the back of the truck, I loved to look up at the night sky. Everything seemed so dark and yet the stars always shone even though engulfed in total darkness. Even though it is left in the dark, the star does not long to move and stays in place every night until the darkness comes again, as if saying “you do not bother me.” Somehow, even though millions of miles away, they filled me with hope. Maybe I could be like one of those

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