Albert left home today, Papa and my other brothers and sisters walked four miles to Mrs. Bellum's house to listen to the Fireside Chats. She's our closest neighbor. Mr. Roosevelt said that the young men who needed work could go to the CCC. Papa says that's where Al is going... he says we probably won't see him for a while. Mr. Roosevelt is a good man for hiring Al. He's a hard worker and Papa says that he'll make us some money, too!
I haven't seen a dollar bill in a while.
Ever since Mama died, things have gotten worse and worse and worse. Papa has gotten more serious and he is home more often... sometimes we don't even have food on the table for days. When mama was here, we would have at least two meals a day.
I miss mama.
I miss being able to eat.
and now, even though he's only been gone since this morning, I'm missing Al, too.
