Industrialization in Gilded Age 

Industrialization in Gilded Age

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Industrialization in the Gilded Age Course Essay

1870-1900

Ruswick, “Just Poor Enough” 

During the late-nineteenth century, charities accepted applications from persons requesting need. Charity workers would vet applicants, deciding who would be deemed worthy of receiving aid from private philanthropic organizations.

This article looks at these charity seekers and the charities that vetted them, revealing how Gilded Age Americans defined certain types of poor people as worthy of aid and others as unworthy of the support that they sought, and how the poor both accommodated and pushed back against the expectations that wealthier philanthropists had for them.

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Rose Wilder Lane on rural life during industrialization  

Farmers like Rose Wilder Lane’s family experienced the difficulties of farming during the Gilded Age. While her family eventually found success, daily farm life was oftentimes difficult. Be mindful to consider the importance of migration in Lane’s life as a kid in the Dakotas and eventually Missouri.

Furthermore, consider why the Lane family moved from the Dakotas and the larger forces that impacted their livelihood as farmers. These elements include crop failure and the Panic of 1893–an economic downturn caused by several issues such as drought, deflation, and overproduction.

Regarding the first article, how did charities decide who was worthy of receiving aid and who was not and what does this tell us about class-based prejudices during the Gilded Age? How did charity seekers both accommodate and push back against the standards that charities expected them to meet? Finally, consider Rose Wilder Lane’s short autobiography.

What challenges did her farming family experience? How did they make ends meet and what did Lane think of the struggles she witnessed at the time? Please answer these questions using examples in your comment. Once you have posted, please reply to at least two other posts with a substantive, thoughtful

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[Rose Wilder Lane] http://www.loc.gov/resource/wpalh1.15100107

I was born in Dakota Territory, in a [claim?] shanty, forty-nine years ago come next December. It doesn’t seem possible. My father’s people were English [county?] family; his ancestors came to America in 1630 and, farming progressively westward, reached Minnesota during my father’s boyhood.

Naturally, he took a homestead farther west. My mother’s ancestors were Scotch and French; her father’s cousin was John J. Ingalls, who, “lie a lonely crane, swore and swore and stalked the Kansas plain.” She is Laura Ingalls

Wilder, writer of books for children.

Conditions had changed when I was born; there was no more free land. Of course, there never had been free land. It was a saying in the Dakotas that the Government bet a quarter section against fifteen dollars and five years’ hard work that the land would starve a man out in less than five years.

My father won the bet. It took seven successive years of complete crop failure, with work, weather and sickness that wrecked his health permanently, and interest rates of 36 per cent on money borrowed to buy food, to dislodge us from that land. I was then seven years old.

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We reached the Missouri at Yankton, in a string of other covered wagons. The ferryman took them one by one, across the wide yellow river. I sat between my parents in the wagon on the river bank, anxiously hoping to get across before dark. Suddenly the rear end of the wagon jumped into the air and came down with a terrific crash.

My mother seized the lines; my father leaped over the wheel and in desperate haste tied the wagon to the ground, with ropes to picket pins deeply driven in. The loaded wagon kept lifting off the ground, straining at the ropes; they creaked and stretched, but held. They kept wagon and horses from being 2 blown into the river.

Looking around the edge of the wagon covers I saw the whole earth behind us billowing to the sky. There was something savage and terrifying in the howling yellow swallowing the sky. The color came, I now suppose, from the sunset.

Industrialization in the Gilded Age Course Essay

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