Life during the great depression was hard. Especially for my student, Little Marie. She was givin 1 potatoe for lunch because that was all her parents could afford. She worked hard, got sick many times, yet perservered through it all. If i were to compare her to a wealthy young man's daughter also in my class, I would say that the wealthy girl was fed much better, but her education was lacking. I was greatly saddened when I heard that Little Marie had gotten the Small Pox. This was the worst sickness she had gotten yet. Praying everyday that she would get well, I was soon informed she passed away 2 weeks later. My heart was shattered. I canceled my class for the evening just so I could go visit Little Marie's body. Her family didn't have enough money to pay for coffin, all they could do was wrap her in cloth and put her in a hole her father had dug for her. I watched him, with a heavy heart, dig the small hole in the dirt, and gently lower Marie in. And I thought, if only this young girl had had a better life, better food, clothes, and shelter, maybe she would have grown to become someone important to this world. With that I left in silence. Rest in peace, my Little Marie.