The Migrant Experience

During the time of the 'Dust Bowl/Great Depression' my whole farm went poof and disapeared just like that. I had to set out for new work. 'The Mother Road' or as you may know it Highway 66, brought us hope.When we finally got  there we saw some people heading back and went to see what in the Sam heck was going on. Turns out that they were not  allowed to cross the boarder of California. Luckily we made it,  it was like a weight had been lifted. With the amount of jobs availble me and my family were able to get a few. We were not the only ones finding ourselfs in a pickle, the Mexican immergrants did aswell. The locals were not too welcoming, they called us names. The Arvin Migratory Labor Camp set up by the FSA(Farm Security Administation) opend in 1937 was not  ideal. Lets just say peoples heath was not at the top of  their list. Better than nothing I guess. Atleast they had enertainment set up for us at the camp and gave us hope.