I do hope some of that money got to the proper destination, ultimately!
I have a story about migrant workers, too. At one point during the depression, my father was in charge of a project to help migrant workers, which involved, among other things, building permanent housing for them in the Florida Everglades. If you have ever lived in the Everglades -- as we did for a time -- you can imagine what it was like to live there without decent housing! All those snakes (many of them poisonous)! All those nasty spiders & gross insects! Ugh!
I attended a one-room schoolhouse with migrant kids. The teacher was a frazzled young woman, who was always punishing the kids (all but me, of course) by smacking them on the palm with a ruler. Their palms would get red, red, red, and they would always cry. Yet I used to envy the other kids, because they got to leave early, long before lunchtime. Of course, the reason they got to leave early is that they had to go and help their parents pick beans. I didn't know what that involved; as far as I was concerned, they were having more "fun" than I was.
Joan |
