Oakie from Penokee Success Story

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I often think about the great depression and how difficult those years were for many Americans. But the most inspiring story I have read from that era came from Oklahoma and the survival spirit of the
ir farmers. Millions of acres of farmlands due to three years of drought were turned into fields of dust. Not even a blade of grass or weed could survive. Rather than lay back and starve, five hundred thousand farmers and their families piled their belongings onto pickup trucks and the roofs of cars.With hope in their hearts and a desire to survive they headed west. There they found work harvesting the grape crops of California, they were called the "Oakies". Today they own much of the land in California. It is the greatest American success story, and they did it without a dime or any help from the government.

Times have changed and most of us have become dependent on help from the government. Help has become available to even our illegal immigrants. I am now looking forward to a new administration that promises us relief from the high costs of health care and energy. Lets hope that those promises will be kept. If those hard to believe promises are not kept I will have no choice except to hit the road. But I have no money, car or pickup truck available for transportation, and hitchhiking is against the law. Also no American grape field workers are wanted for the harvesting. Sometimes I wish that I was an Oakie from Penokee in the days of the dust bowl. In those times of trouble I would hop on a pickup truck and go west. Harvesting grapes is a better way of earning a paycheck than praying for a government handout that might never come.
Melpol

 
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I've picked grapes and I've stacked wood and I've chopped weeds and frankly I would rather wake up dead. Hard work, low pay or no pay depending on if your boss got drunk last night. Pick tomatoes, cut beats, get ripped off sleep in the weeds... just like downtown. I washed dishes at Bickfords working out of Long Island City, hard work minimum wage and sleep on the subway til the cops come along. Working ain't what its cracked up to be. But maybe not working is worse.. I staked out a park bench in Tompkins Square, dozed some, watched some and lucked out, still had my shoes in the morning. Took a train to Elisabeth N.J. looking to hitch-hike back out west...stood at that damn traffic circle all night long...started walking, cops come along saying No Hitch Hiking here.. damn I was really tired by then so got back on the train to penn station. Hungry, no sleep, no hope, no where to go, standing in front of candy store saw and stole a mail truck headed for Bellevue, got some sleep at las

Posted on 09/06/2008 at 8:09:32 PM

If you like, you can purchase and read John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. It is a fiction novel about a family that traveled from Oklahoma to California to pick grapes. Nice article.

Posted on 09/02/2008 at 12:09:08 AM

This is beautiful work here, sir! My personal wish is pretty close to yours (I wish I was Charles Ingalls from Little House). Times were tough back then, but so were people! Funny how in man's well-intended attempts to protect ourselves from adversity, we have lost our collective abilities to handle adversity. We now have become a nation of wimpy, whiny, weenies who contemplate suicide when our toilets overflow! This article is a prime example of how so much can be said with so little!

Posted on 09/01/2008 at 8:09:42 PM

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