Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first
knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the
courthouse sagged in the square ... A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There
was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing
to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.
This is
how , the young narrator of by , introduces us to Maycomb, Alabama, in the
first few pages of the story. Scout's naive perspective paints a picture of boredom, yet her
words reflect a small town in the depths of The Great Depression. No matter who you were, you
were touched by the economic troubles the entire country was facing at the time. Maycomb is a
true reflection of the hardships the US faced.
Yet within the county itself,
life was going on as usual. Kids went to school and played in their yards, people worked doing
what they could, and the town itself...
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