Today in history.
On Saturday March 8, 1941 they left their homeland to explore new territories with the hope for a better and prosperous life. Leaving behind a homeland ravaged by depression and drought. It was a major decision to leave family and friends in order to explore new worlds. Never the less the decision was made and final. So off they drove on roads less traveled. Not knowing what lies ahead. Would this be a big mistake? What will we find when we get there. And where is ‘there’ anyway?
On the advisement of a close relative the leader of the expedition was earnestly implored to come to southern California after March 8 and you might find opportunities waiting you. So my dad, my mother, along with my older brother and oldest sister set off for the west coast. Traveling with my dad was his middle sister and her new husband and my dad’s seventeen-year old younger brother. All anxious to see what the promise land looks like. What is the promise? Would I find the promise? Is this for me? Will I like it here? Are there people there like me? Will I fit in? Will I find work? What is there that I might benefit from? I have never lived in a place with more than a dozen people per square mile. Will they speak the same language as me?
None the less, they all climb into my dad’s green 1937 Ford sedan and left Carter County, Oklahoma. Leaving the known behind in search of the unknown. Something like searching and finding the end of the rainbow. Will we find the proverbial pot of gold or just a flushing toilet? Either would be fine with them. The local Californians called them Okies. Never mind most of the seasoned southern Californians came from somewhere else far away as well.