A lot has been going on since I last posted. Ever since the stock market crash, things have been going downhill. Papa lost his job, so we haven't had any source of money for the last 3 months. Finally, Papa and Mama told us that we were going to have to move to New York City to find jobs. They said that it was bad all over the US, but that we might find some hope in the bigger cities. They told us that they knew about a place where some of the other struggling families would live. I had no idea what they meant at the time.
When we arrived in New York I didn't get a chance to admire how huge everything was. When Mama and Papa had said that they had found us a place to live, I didn't realize that they had meant that we would be living in shacks among other homeless people. That's right, homeless. We're living in a place called a "Hooverville." Mama and Papa said that the Hoovervilles were named after our president who hasn't done a great job with getting rid of the depression. Now, I can't claim to know much about politics, but if this horrible place is named after President Hoover, he must be a pretty awful president. I hope we aren't living here permanently.
When we arrived in New York I didn't get a chance to admire how huge everything was. When Mama and Papa had said that they had found us a place to live, I didn't realize that they had meant that we would be living in shacks among other homeless people. That's right, homeless. We're living in a place called a "Hooverville." Mama and Papa said that the Hoovervilles were named after our president who hasn't done a great job with getting rid of the depression. Now, I can't claim to know much about politics, but if this horrible place is named after President Hoover, he must be a pretty awful president. I hope we aren't living here permanently.