I posted this in 2014. I’ve decided that I’m going to re-blog some of my posts that I feel would be of interest to newer followers. I hope you enjoy this piece. 🙂
My very early childhood was unusual, to say the least. My brothers, mother and I moved a LOT. I’ve been told I was born with wheels on my butt.
After my mother left my father, she was married to a man for a few years that was a migrant worker. As a family, we followed the fruit, picking as we went, to earn a living. We lived in Picker’s Cabins or tents or the back of the station wagon.
This was in the early 1960’s. Most people don’t realize that in the 1960’s, 83% of the migrant workers were white families, just like mine. Today, the migrant workers are mostly Hispanic. The working conditions are no better today, in fact in some instances, they are worse.
Most of the Picker’s Cabins had no running water or electricity. Women cooked on communal stoves or over open fires. The toilets, if there…
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