3.5 stars. I took this book from my late mother's bookshelf. According to Mom's notes, the author is my second cousin, thrice removed. So, since she was almost an ancestor, and since Dust Bowl history appeals to me anyway, I was intrigued.
The book includes actual diary entries by Ann from 1927, when she was 15, to 1937, when she had graduated from college and begun working as a teacher. To clarify/enhance the story, the author wrote additional descriptive passages about fifty years later, interspersed among the diary entries. At the root of the story is her family's farm in North Dakota, as well as her dad's family's farm closeby, which is owned and run by her grandmother and uncle.
Talk about making history come alive! At the beginning of the book, Ann absolutely loves the wild outdoors of her "Stony Brook country." When not saddled by an unimaginable amount of farm- and housework, she is most at home in the saddle of her horse, riding around admiring sunsets and listening to coyotes sing. It's clear that this land is very much a part of her.
The trouble starts in 1928 -- before the stock market crash -- with a bad hailstorm. The rest of the book describes worsening conditions for livestock grazing and growing crops. (I docked my rating a bit because I got bored with all the details on how grain is harvested etc. What stuck is that, if it's too hot, it's literally possible to work a horse to death!) After the hailstorm, the summers seem to just get hotter, and the dust blows incessantly. She often cites temperatures well above 110 degrees. After the Depression stalls the economy, she describes how the government stepped in to claim mortgages to turn the land into a wildlife refuge, which still exists today. A lot of farmers were cheated. What sets her family apart is that they owned the land -- no mortgage. Also, in spite of the very short money supply, Ann and her brother and sister all completed college educations.
What I loved about Ann is what a feminist she was, even 30 years before there was a national movement. She could manage the farm as well as her brother and father, and when the physical demands were more than one person could handle, the family hired help. She was almost masochistic in her pursuit to help on the farm, physically and financially, and also to help provide her brother's and sister's college expenses. (My mother was also a farm kid, and there was no money for her to go to college when she graduated from high school in 1951.) Once the children graduated from college, it was assumed they would find work and contribute to the farm's expenses from their wages. Ann reveled in the freedom her job gave her, and enjoyed seeing movies and going to dances. I was really amused by all her descriptions of men who were determined to marry her. (There were at least three!) She would have none of it, a primary reason being that if she married she would lose her job. (What?!) So she really planned never to marry.
Overall, the book was depressing. (I would think that any farm family's story during the Depression would be depressing.) Ann described her neighbors being forced one by one to leave their homes, and the incompetence and wastefulness of the Civilian Conservation Corp men who arrived, but she always felt that better times would come. Her optimism and even humor in such dire situations I found amazing.
She ended the book with an epilogue, describing what happened to her and her family after 1937, and what motivated her to publish her diary entries fifty years after they were written. I was saddened by the epilogue, but loved her final words, a Rudyard Kipling quote: "Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget -- lest we forget."
Ann Marie Low was born in 1912, so undoubtedly she is no longer alive. I'm curious how and when she died.