James Winfree

I Killed a Bluebird James Winfree

We have to be classified as 'Poor Dirt Farmers' during the great depression. I suppose we knew we were poor but we didn't know anyone who wasn't poor. I describe us as not having anything but not feeling deprived because we didn't know there was anything. This story is a jumbled journey through my memory of what it was like to live in those days. It is my effort to explain to my grandsons, who at the ages of 3 and 6 donated a pickup truck load of toys to the fireman to repair and paint for needy children, what it was like to have one toy truck and one toy car during the first eight years of my life. There is no way I can make them understand.