We stood in bread lines. We slept on trustee mattresses, drank trustee powdered milk, ate trustee canned corn--beef, wore trustee shoes and clothing, lived in trustee houses, burned trustee coal. We existed. We are today\u27s young men and women. We were yesterday\u27s children. We carry the scorch of the depression. Our parents knew what they were fighting. We knew only what we heard in the muted conversations of our parents, the look on our father\u27s face when he came home from tramping the streets all day looking for a job or just sitting on the Court House steps
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