THE SPARK BEARERS
The dust came on April 14, 1935. We called it Black Sunday, and for three days the sky turned the color of a bruise and the wind howled like an animal trapped in a chimney, and the dust filled every crack and crevice of the sod schoolhouse until we were eating it, breathing it, sleeping in it. Mr. Hartwell kept teaching. He stood at the blackboard, his back to us, writing equations with a piece...
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