Grapes of Wrath,<<<
Now, you know how I came to California in the 1930’s.
I find that I still do better with southern folks, and my sister was shocked at my choice of words, she was born in San Diego in 1945, so she is almost not related to those of us who came west, from Texas as fruit tramps.
It must be something in the salt air, that makes them so different from us.
My dad's mom and dad left Iowa in 1931 in their 1929 Dodge with a mattress on the roof, their two daughters in the back seats and whatever clothes they could carry, headed to California to look for work. Grandpa painted houses for a while and ended up building nearly a hundred houses in Stockton, and when he was killed in a traffic accident in 1944, Grandma was quite wealthy. But she was always very humble, and a devout Christian. The last time I saw her I was maybe ten years old, in 1963, just before my mom divorced my dad. I loved her so much! They were salt of the earth people.
I wonder how many people we have like that any more. There are lots of them here in Fresno but it seems most of them are older.