B , Sudan, Growing up in New York in The 30s
I remember when i was a young girl growing up in new york, my father worked as a doctor. We would always have people in our apartment, getting fixed up.Around depression time, my dad, Joshuah Grant was shot and killed when he was on a train to caliofornia. My mother and my 5 sisters and 6 borther were left with out a father, and she was left wth out a job. Our family struggled. My eldest sister Herminie got the plauge and die, giveing the deisie to my 2 younger brothers grants and emil,they also died. The thing that i rememberwas on christmas,i woke up,and there was a toy pony. Mygrandma had sent it from England. We were immigrant from there. The toy ended up being stolen,along with my sister shyanne ellen louis.Life was very tough.
Label Memories From The 1930's