Tina M. (blondieblue) reviewed Dear America: Christmas After (The Great Depression Diary of Minnie Swift) on + 18 more book reviews
Viewing the Great Depression through the everyday life of a child. Bought it for my daughter, but I loved it. It made history more relevant to a child reader.
"November 25, 1932
This is going to be an odd Christmas, no doubt about it. Instead of sugar plums and stockings stuffed with goodies and stacks of presents under the tree, a Time of Bounty, I am thinking of this as The Time of the Dwindling. Everything id diminishing - our money, the light of day, and even the hours that Papa works. But in my heart I know we Swifts are tough - hardened off like those seedlings. I just know that somehow, some way, this shall be Christmas."
"November 25, 1932
This is going to be an odd Christmas, no doubt about it. Instead of sugar plums and stockings stuffed with goodies and stacks of presents under the tree, a Time of Bounty, I am thinking of this as The Time of the Dwindling. Everything id diminishing - our money, the light of day, and even the hours that Papa works. But in my heart I know we Swifts are tough - hardened off like those seedlings. I just know that somehow, some way, this shall be Christmas."
Kathy S. (jjmjgj) reviewed Dear America: Christmas After (The Great Depression Diary of Minnie Swift) on + 273 more book reviews
November 25, 1932
This is going to be an odd Christmas, no doubt about it. Instead of sugar plums and stockings stuffed with goodies and stacks of presents under the tree, a Time of Bounty, I am thinking of this as The Time of The Dwindling. Everything is diminishing-our money, the light of day, and even the hours that Papa works. But in my heart I know we Swifts are tough-hardened off like those seedlings. I just know that somehow, some way, this shall be Christmas.
This is going to be an odd Christmas, no doubt about it. Instead of sugar plums and stockings stuffed with goodies and stacks of presents under the tree, a Time of Bounty, I am thinking of this as The Time of The Dwindling. Everything is diminishing-our money, the light of day, and even the hours that Papa works. But in my heart I know we Swifts are tough-hardened off like those seedlings. I just know that somehow, some way, this shall be Christmas.
