April 25, 1934, Wednesday
“Last weekend was the worst dust storm we ever had. We’ve been having quite a bit of blowing dirt every year since the drouth started, not only here, but all over the Great Plains. Many days this spring the air is just full of dirt coming, literally for hundreds of miles. It sifts into everything. After we wash the dishes and put them away, so much dirt sifts into the cupboards we must wash them again before the next meal. Clothes in the closets are covered with dust. Last weekend no one was taking an automobile out for fear of ruining the motor. I rode Roany to Frank’s place to return a gear. To find my way I had to ride right beside the fence, scarcely able to see from one fence post to the next. Newspapers say the deaths of many babies and old people are attributed to breathing in so much dirt.”
~Survivor’s account, passage taken from Anne Marie Lowe’s ‘Dust Bowl Diary’
Remnants of the Great Dust Bowl, near Boise City, OK
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