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The 30's were dry years in Nebraska and all over the country, but one storm that she remembers happened around 1935 or 1936. It was summer time and right around six o'clock and time for supper. Her mom had supper on the table. It was rice soup that had raisins and milk in it. Her dad was about done with chores and ready to come in. He was just getting done milking in the milk house that was west of the house. All of a sudden a dark cloud appeared in the west looking almost like a large rain cloud, something that would have been welcomed in this dry year. But as the cloud came closer her mom gathered all the kids up and took them down to the basement for the storm. As the storm approached the appearance changed from a black to a brown. "It didn't last very long," she remembers, "but when we came up, why, our soup looked like you took a hand full of dust and threw it into the bowl." There was dust everywhere, in the beds and on the floors. The dust made mounds on the porch. When her dad came in, his face looked like he had been in the field all day.