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A Day in the Life of Henry Smith
Henry Smith
| Mary Smith | Anna Smith
| Joseph Smith Henry Smith is proud of the life he has been able to provide for his
family. He lives with his wife, Mary, his 13-year-old daughter, Anna and
his 10-year-old son Joseph in Field, IL-- 200 miles south of Chicago. They
have lived in the city of Field for over 14 years. Both Mary and Henry
grew up in the middle of Pennsylvania but when they got married they
decided to move out west and built their home in the growing town of
Field. Henry found a job as an apprentice bricklayer and now is one of the
master bricklayers in the city. He earns $20 per week and the family lives
in a modest one-story home right on the edge of town. The day began when Henry woke up to the sound of the rooster crowing at
the nearby farm. He washed his face at the basin in his bedroom and combed
his hair while looking at the mirror hanging on the wooden wall. By the
humidity hanging in the air he could tell that this early September day
was going to be hot and sticky. For breakfast Mary served him eggs and
bread with milk or water, the morning staple. He picked up his lunch pail
packed with a delicious meal of an apple, salted fish and crackers. As he
walked out the door he glanced at the coal stacked near the house. In the
winter he would have had to get up even before the sun rose to put coal in
the stove to warm the house up. Those cold winter morning chills never
left until he had a hot cup of tea with breakfast. He quickly walked the
half-mile into town. The dirt road was dusty as horse and carts rattled
past on the washboard bumps. There were none of the new automobiles in
town and everyone walked or had a horse. Henry could smell the rain in the
air and knew that on his walk home in the evening the rain would have
turned the road into one big mud puddle. When he got into town he heard the newspaper boys shouting out the
latest headlines. He stopped paid the $.03 cents and continued on his way,
paper and lunch pail in hand. The morning passed quickly as the people of
Field were well aware that winter was approaching and they wanted to get
their building projects, including the brickwork, finished as soon as
possible. At lunchtime Henry paused under the shade of a porch. He tipped
his hat to the ladies coming in and out of the store. Everyone knew that
you were not a true gentleman unless you wear a cap of some sort. Henry
could have worn a derby hat like many of the middle-class men wore, but he
preferred his working-class flat hat. And of course, every man in town
admired the tall, silk hats that the gentlemen’s clothier in town
displayed in their window, but those were only available for the very
rich. After his lunch he and his fellow workers hid a little longer from the
afternoon heat to read the newspaper and talk about the happenings in the
world. The leaders of America called the 1900’s The Age of Optimism or
The Age of Innocence. As Henry glanced through the newspaper he saw
stories about immigrants from Russia, Italy and Ireland coming to America
and how they had to live in crowded, dirty tenement housing in the big
cities like New York. He read about the efforts to settle even further
west into the areas of Colorado and Montana. Teddy Roosevelt being elected
president in 1901 and the railroad successfully crisscrossing America were
helping all kinds of new land conservation and settlement projects get
started. As Henry and his co-workers returned to work their conversation
continued on with events that happened in the past few years. They talked
about the coal strike of 1902 and how that was one of the first times
workers had successfully united together against big business to get
better wages and working conditions. Their talk drifted towards the
Spanish-American War and the acquisition of the Philippians by the U.S.
The men disagreed about whether or not it was good to give Cuba its
independence from Spain or if America should have kept it for themselves.
They talked about the trusts being formed all across America, specifically
U.S. Steel and its monopoly. One of the men brought up the hurricane and
tidal wave in Texas three years earlier. Henry remembered that storm,
which killed 6,000 people, was the talk of Field for two weeks. When it got dark the men headed home after a 15-hour day. Henry walked
through the drizzle and the now muddy road and arrived home, hungry for
the dinner Mary had set out. In the evening by the light of a kerosene
lamp, he read "Octopus" by Frank Norris. It was about
California ranchers battling (usually unsuccessfully) against big railroad
corporations. He spent some time talking with his son about the upcoming
World Series of baseball and soon went to his bedroom. Glad that it was
Friday, he picked out his clothes for the next day’s picnic at church.
His dark wool suit, celluloid cuffs and collar and his cleanest white
shirt. Finally after a long day’s work he climbed into bed and drifted
off to sleep. |
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