During the 1930s the Midwest was plagued by dust storms. This sweet story tells of a family who opened their doors to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves when the storms came. –Story Guru
When the Storms Come
Contributed by: Amy Lorenzen
I have many interesting stories about my mom’s childhood in western Kansas during the 1930s dust bowl-depression days. One of the ones that has always captured my interest was how the kids who lived out of town and rode the school bus had safe houses in town to go to when a dust storm hit. My mother and her family only lived about a block from school, so they had a couple of country kids come to their house when the storms hit.
She tells how that school would be turned out and city kids and country kids were sent to their designated homes. She tells how the wind and dust was so bad that they always held hands, with the oldest (her sister) leading the way. She and the other children had dampened towels or bandannas that they tied around their noses and mouths to keep the dirt out. This was a very important precaution because the dust was so fine and so thick that it would cause choking and sneezing.
She is an admirable woman, who at 82, still teaches music at our local Catholic School. I attribute her good health and happiness to her strong faith and positive attitude. Someday soon I am going to gather all her stories together for my children. Her stories are rich in human interest and her love for this sometimes brutal place we call home.
This is such a sweet story about caring for others! — Story Guru
Author Bio: Amy is a loving daughter, mom, and story keeper who comes from a family with a rich history!
(Edited by Story Guru editor, Ashlee Symank)