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By Jordan

As the days grow longer

The sad song sings

When the night gets colder

I Wonder what the next day brings

We slave to save

When will we make up

The sheep we shave

We whimper like a pup

We don't have a say

This is just the way

We will cry without a doubt

Sadly for us

Their is no way out

Working all the time

They have crossed the line

We will leave your shop

If we ever get to stop

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Dear Journal,
I was promised 21 cents a week to work for people so i can feed my family and put a roof over our heads.

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Dear Journal,
I was promised that I would get 15 cents to get my family food and beverages.

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Dear Journal,
December 24 , 1898
I worked all day in a factory sewing it was so hard and i got depressed i wished to go home but how could i ? Even if i had no luck and trapped in this thread of  work i need money for my daughter it was hard, i could not do anything i just worked on a loom all day wondering what my daughter is doing..

December 25,  1899

It was hard i prayed and begged them for me to leave! it was christmas i needed money for my daughter for food she haven't eaten in two days!! I begged and begged and begged then i saw a small little girl a long  yellow gown smooth curly hair I soon found out that my daughter came here!  She gave them a good lesson the worker got depressed and fired from there job, soon all the women were so happy they went back home the Manager  gave them money expect for me and my
daughter  we went back but then suddenly we saw Bags of gold hanging up in our chimney looks like there is also good luck in front  of us!
we celebrated christmas builded a stronger house bought food and water and clothes! It was the best day ever !

Jan 1901

Its been some days the job got changed and there were factories but workers only worked in them i never knew that technology always help and hope does to :)

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today I woke up at early for my job at the factory and I made a lunch for my job uhh my back is still sore from working at my job at the factory yesterday for 10 hours and I did very dangerous jobs for very little money. they make us go into the machines and take out the stuff inside that's making the machines stop working. and a friend of mine got hurt at factory his name is William he's 13. the day my got hurt 5 days ago were working and their were about a few kids working at the factory something went wrong with the machines the ground shook  their was a box above with with a rope attached to it the rope broke and the package fell on him and broke his leg.but he did not have enough money to fix his broken.

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Dear Diary,
I am excited to say that I have flee from New England to America to find more work. My Great Aunt has paid for my ticket if I agreed to work for her, too. I am coming from ship and so far its been a rough ride. The Caption has said that we will be their in about two days. I hope I can find work by then. I can't wait to earn some money and make a new living in America!

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December, 8, 1982,
I been working for 8 hours today and I getting very tired I've been trying to gain money to get a home or shelter for my family and I I don't know if I can keep doing this its getting harder and harder everyday. I hope I can get a raise if not I don't know what I'll do.

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Dear Diary,
i want to be a famous writer in california. I have friend who is rich in california. I have no money so i reached out to him if he would help me. He said i will pay for your expenses to come here and you can live with me. But under one condition, I had to work in his factory, for two years. I didn't mind because its only 2 years then i will be the writer like I always wanted to be. Once i got there i got a mattress and a thin blanket. The next day i got to work, he showed me around. in my mind i was thinking it looks very dangerous. i'm working here for 5 years now, the friend i was telling you about, is actually a very mean man and buts us in very bad work conditions. He keeps on extending and saying that i need to keep working. So the other employes and I are going to protest and get our rights to have better work conditions and get out of here.

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Dear Journal,

When I was Promised 30 cents a week to quilt loam I was full of joy to start my new life. When I walked into the quilting room I saw dosons of depressed women. In that moment I wondered If I had Made a mistake. I started working for 8 hours a day but where was my pay?

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Dear Journal,
I was told i would get 17 cents a week and with that money i could support my family with food and water and a roof over there head.

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Dear Journal,
I was told i would get 12 cents a week and with that money i would be able to buy food and water to feed my family but it has been 1 year and i have not been payed.

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Deer journal,
today i was promised a ticket to go to California but i had to work for them for free. I am in America and i was working for her for one year, and she promised me she would pay me money after one year, but she did not pay me money until it was five years.

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i am going over sea . oh i wonder what is to come. i cannot whate to see. but for now i must wate to get to the factory and see my new job

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I'm going to write 3 entry's all at different times : when whoever writes this gets the book, when they start working , and once they leave their job.
Nov, 14, 1982,
Dear Diary,
I just got you, I'm currently on the boat to the american dream. That's what they say anyway.
Me:
hello I'm [r̷͍͎̭͓̫̼͓̳̹̿͛́͐̚͜è̸̛̛͍̲̲̤̺̟̺̇͒͛̋̿d̢̯͈̭͓̳͉́̅̐̈̀̂̇͋͠͝ả͍̭̻͖̻̘͕̈́̇͆͂̈́̅͘͜͝c̛͎̰̣̼̙͕̓̿͗͆̐̀͛͝ţ̷͔̠͇̱̓͑̋̈́̀̈́ë̡̛̳̼̬̺̩̙͍́̑̃̍̂̓͢͞ͅd̷̻̟̺͉̞̎̽̈́́̃̇͛̿͑̋]] and I'm 13, I hope I can become a factory worker.
I guess that's it.
Nov, 18, 1982,
Dear Diary,
I just got a job at a ford factory!
They  promised to give me 70 cents per hour !
Why is nobody happy?
Should i be happy?
Dec, 24, 1982,
dear diary.
its so empty and ugly i could burn the whole place down.
im not happy here and they dont pay me

On December ,25 ,1982
(Christmas day)
[r̷͍͎̭͓̫̼͓̳̹̿͛́͐̚͜è̸̛̛͍̲̲̤̺̟̺̇͒͛̋̿d̢̯͈̭͓̳͉́̅̐̈̀̂̇͋͠͝ả͍̭̻͖̻̘͕̈́̇͆͂̈́̅͘͜͝c̛͎̰̣̼̙͕̓̿͗͆̐̀͛͝ţ̷͔̠͇̱̓͑̋̈́̀̈́ë̡̛̳̼̬̺̩̙͍́̑̃̍̂̓͢͞ͅd̷̻̟̺͉̞̎̽̈́́̃̇͛̿͑̋]] got crushed under a car they were working on

TW

they were  found dead at the scene with 2 broken ribs and a nearly decapitated head

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Today i have arrived at my location after leaving my former life. I was promised better pay and to be able to care for my family but that was all a lie instead i haven't been able to provide for by 2 sons for many weeks, and my husband is off at war. I have just gotten home after multipool long hard hours to then i say goodbye and good night.

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Dear journal,

I was promised 50 cents a week and a great job for making quilts.On my first day there were a lot of women standing and doing nothing.They looked so tired like they have not slept in days.And then i started working it was tiring at first but it got worse,my back started to hurt and was trying not to fall asleep.None of the women and i had chairs it was like the manager wanted to suffer us.After working all month long i still have not gotten paid.I was very mad but i can not do anything.And if i do i will get fired.After almost a year i wanted to quit.I felt old,i always had pain everywhere for not relaxing or taking a break.My legs felt like they were going to break.I miss my old life not doing hard work,and at least get to relax.

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I needed money so i can pay my rent and buy food and water for my family. So i thought a good job was to work at a factory. when i got there the owner promised me 2 dollars a hour so i got happy but it was all downhill from there. Everybody was gloomy and look like they did want to be there, people where fighting, people didn't even want to become friends with me, and the worst one i did even get my money for all the time that i worked i just got 1 cent! So I went to go figure out what was going on. But right then someone stopped me and said I wasn't working enough.

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i was told i would get 5 dollars every week and save up for food and im still not have been paied for 10 months

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I was told I would have a better life,

I was told I could feed my children,

I was told I would have no regrets,

Now I’m standing in a factory with dangerous machines
Not knowing if I'll make it home for dinner,

Missing my old life,

Longing for pay

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Dear Journal,

I was really poor, i needed money to buy clothes, food and water for my family. I needed a job so I worked for a job making quilts and clothes. They promised me that he wound give me 20 cents each month. They gave me a loom but no place to sit and i had to stand very long. i was thinking it would be a good idea but it would be better at home with my family rather then working in this place. the feeling was so sad no one talked to each other and no one ever smiled. everyone just looked down. But the worst and saddest part was that they kicked me out and gave me nothing.

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Dear Journal,

I was promised 8 cents a week and a great job making quilts. When I got here, I was put in front of a loom without no chairs and I have not gotten paid for 2 weeks.