by KaiserJeep » Fri 18 May 2018, 14:24:23
My Father's family had their Oklahoma farm dry up and blow away in the Dust Bowl. They ended up living in an old black Ford sedan, following the harvests, IOW "Okies". When WW2 broke out they were in the Santa Clara Valley picking stone fruits. They got better jobs up in the North Bay, both of them working as supervisors on welding crews building Victory Ships. They both knew absolutely nothing whatsoever about welding, but the only qualification needed was a white skin, to be in charge of an entirely black welding crew.
My Grandfather got an even better job on the railroads that move materials in the shipyards. After the war, he was in the RR Worker's Union, and found a RR job in Illinois, which is where I was born.
The kid in your photo is about the right size and age to be my Father in the 1930's. If it was fruit trees instead of cotton, it could be him.
I no longer can stand California, to tell the truth. But the wife followed me here and supported me in my career, and I can do no less. But I don't have to like it, and I don't.
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