“Sam! Top’s empty! Three melons! Handful of apples! Some onions, a little garlic!”
“Ya, well, ‘twon’t get us far tomorrow when they line up again. I hate it when them little kids come in lookin’ all pathetic.”
“Yer too soft, Sam. Ya gotta toughen up. Everbody’s hungry.”
“Okay, Bud. Fer the rest a the week, one apple, one pear, two onions, one garlic per family. No e’sseptions!”
“When’s it gonna be over, Sam?”
“Dunno. Just holler when ya see m’grandkids, so’s I c’n hide somewheres. Can’t abide them big sad eyes. Ya know? “
“Yup. I know.”
Good take on the prompt. An interesting assortment of produce per family. 🙂
Mom-in-law remembered the 30s, when boxcar-loads of salt cod were shipped to the prairies by maritime fisherment with generous intent. Prairie folks accepted and ate the fish, but Mom could never stand the thought of cod after those days. The only “exotic” fruit here were dried, like raisins, and bananas — the overripe ones that sold cheap. 🙂
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My parents lived in Colorado during the Depression, and their stories live on in my memory. If you didn’t have a “Victory Garden,” you got only whatever produce the local grocer could purchase from truck farms or people who did have gardens that produced a lot. In western Colorado, where water was scarce, the people depended on irrigation ditches that carried water diverted from the Colorado River. Hard times, indeed.
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A bleak tale well told, Linda
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So sad it has to be like that.
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Yes, but you know, they were a tough bunch, the generation 🙂
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So sad when even one’s grandchildren are not exempt…. Very well told.
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The hardest thing would be knowing your kids or grandkids are hungry, for sure.
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It’s a disgrace that children all over the world still go hungry, when there is plenty of food for all if it was just spread round.
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Yes, but sadly, the food doesn’t always go where it was intended to go. There’s a lot of graft and outright theft. Some time ago, I saw a list of what percentages going through a variety of charities actually reach the intended recipients. It was shocking. I’ll do some serious research before I do any donating.
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it sounds like of things to come.
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Yes–and things that have already been. The Depression was a worldwide event in which even America felt the pinch of hunger and want.
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I tried to come up with some dystopian famine stories but failed. You went historic and pulled it off nicely. Good work with the dialogue especially. I have a hard time with grammatically flawed dialogue.
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Thanks! Glad you liked the story. As far as writing in local color, I agree that it’s difficult. I was an English teacher, and poor grammar drives me nuts. However, if I put myself back in that era and listen for the way my maternal grandfather talked, it’s right there. All I have to do is hear his voice 🙂
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Sam seems to be a really nice guy caught in a really bad situation. Nice take on the prompt this week!
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Thanks, Russell.
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The children are always the ones who suffer. Even if they can’t give a lot, they give some. I hope their supply doesn’t run out.
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Thanks, Jade. Their supply depends wholly on the truck farmers and private gardens–and the weather!
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You’re very welcome, Linda.
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That’s not go very far, I hope there are other vendors out there. Let’s hope it never gets this bad…
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We can hope. Time will tell.
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“going to go very far” I meant 🙂
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🙂 I figured it out, but thanks for the confirmation.
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It happened before, it could happen again. A sorry story indeed, but a great take on the prompt.
Here’s mine!
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Reminiscent of Grapes of Wrath, which broke my heart the first time I read it,
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Yes. Mine too. I think it was the first Steinbeck I’d read, and it was just overwhelmingly sad. I should probably go back and read it again. Hmmm. Maybe not.
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It’s funny how many dystopian novels seem to find inspiration in our histroy. Not really funny, if you think about it…just so tragic. Great story!
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Thanks 🙂
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Hunger eats the very soul out of hard men.
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Indeed. And think what it does to women and children.
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True.
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Dear Linda,
Hard times well told through dialogue that set the stage.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks 🙂
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Times like this I wish my children will never know. Let’s hope. Well penned.
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Children, grandchildren—we all want to protect them, don’t we? Thanks, Susan.
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A lot of sadness and desperation in this one, well done
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Thanks 🙂
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I’m with Iain, it is a disgrace that children all over the world don’t have enough to eat on any normal day. Very sad. Well told story, Linda.
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Excellent story, Linda. I liked the voice you used for your characters. As Iain and Brenda say, we are shamed that hunger still exists in a world with enough for all. I agree with you that we need to check charities to make sure that the money reaches those who need it. Christian Aid is a good charity, with over 80% of the money reaching those in need. Most of the difference is the unavoidable costs of raising money; publicity, for example.
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Hard days when food is scarce, but I think it’s good that people are sharing it equally.
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Yes, and that tends to be, especially in a non-urban setting, the way people help each other. When it’s not imposed on us to help others, we tend to share more willingly.
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I am glad you wrote this story, as it makes one think…It is all to easy to forget. My mother went hungry in the nineteen thirty’s. Then the Second World War brought rationing. I still have my ration book. Part of my family had to flee starvation in Ireland’s famine.
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