Black Blizzards

part one: the bizzard

At the time of the Black blizzards I was only four and didn't really know what was going on. In 1931 our state had a horrible drought it lasted about ten years. We started to get used to the drought and we could manage pretty well, that is until the storms, we started having extreme winds up to 60-70 mph.
"Momma!" "Poppa!" I screamed. "Come look out the window." My mother and father came to the window to see a enormous sky of black, "Momma what's that?" I asked curiously. Mother and father walked away to talk in the kitchen. I looked a little closer and saw people fleeing out of their houses. My mother walked by and gave me a towel to put on my face, I followed her directions and did as she said.
Before I put the towel on I saw the blackness in the sky moved a surprising amount of space towards us. I started tasting dust and dirt so I took off the towel to see what was going on immediately I noticed black dust flying in under doors and the neighbors houses were completely out of sight.
I saw my mother rush over to me and she was talking but the winds were so loud I that I couldn't hear her, she then grabbed my arm and we ran out the back door. "Momma where's poppa!" I yelled "Momma?" She's couldn't hear me either so I gave up. We ran a few meters away from the Black blizzard. It was more quiet now so I asked my mother again "Ma, where's poppa" she didn't answer, she grabbed my arm and ran further.
After what felt like miles we were a decent distance away from the storm, I attempted to ask my mother again "Momma where's poppa..." She sat me down and told me that my father went to help our neighbors. "Son, he probably won't come back." I couldn't help it, I started to cry, tears were streaming down my face as my mother hugged me. We ran further and further until our bodies wouldn't let us run anymore.
We were now noticing there was nothing around, no houses, people, animals, nothing. We knew that with no help we couldn't keep going like this. "Momma are we gonna be ok?" "I hope so, I really do." About a mile of walking and we found a shed that we could use for shelter. We rushed into the shed and used anything we could to block the cracks and holes in the old shed. "Momma what do we do now?" "We wait son, all we can do is wait".
Even though we blocked all holes and cracks, when the storm passed by lots of dust and dirt had still gotten into the old shed. By time the storm passed we then attempted to leave but my mother couldn't breath that well.
I tried to help her up but it felt as if she wasn't even attempting to get up off the ground. She talked with a very little breath, "Go back to the house and find towns people to aid you and your father". I sat down next to her trying not to cry. I sat there until she took her final breath.
Once I got back to the town, people were cleaning up the mess made by the storm. I couldn't find my father or my neighbors. I walked to our overfilled town hospital to find my father on a hospital bed barely breathing, the doctors said he had "dust pneumonia", and that he most likely won't live. If my father died I would have no were to go...
Eventually my father passed, he never got to leave that hospital before he died. We started getting news that towns East of us were getting storms, but unlike ours they were small and only lasted about an hour. The storms were short yet they still were having people flee from their towns.
I was all alone with no one to care for me. Eventually I got sick when the dust storms came back I had no one to help me escape the storm....