This is it. This is the only thing on my mind. My family cannot believe what I have just said. I cannot bear to see my wife, looking more heart broken than ever. I am just thinking about what to do next until I suddenly remembered I had a folded pamphlet made of thick, colorful paper with big fat black letters reading “NEED WORKERS IN CALIFORNIA.” As I pulled it out of my pocket and unfolded every little crease, the idea struck my brain like lightning.
How bout we travel to that land called California. It seems as if they have a plenty of a good land.
All I heard was silence. Each second brought more fear that nobody would agree with me. A full minute ticked by until she spoke up and said the three letter word I wanted to hear.
Yes.
  All we had to do was find all of our personal belongings, get rid of big stuff we cannot take, get the car and kids ready, and get off the property soon. In other words, we have to leave now. The biggest job was getting our 1930’s Ford to start, a task for yours truly. We had to move fast because the mean bankers arranged for tractors, in a green and yellow design, to destroy our lands in a few minutes. As we all piled everything in the car, I could hear the roar of the tractors, revving and ready to destroy the old wooden shacks that we called home. The kids got in the car with terrifying faces on.
Do not worry my chiln’s. We will make it. I promise an’ I never break a promise.
I am just thinking everything out and can barely see. The tractors were in the distance, signifying that the countdown of extinction was starting.
The Car was full to the brink with two, full brown paper bags, filled with the memories of our life living on the land God gave us. There was also two mattress, a table, three chairs, and an antique dresser, passed down from each generation of farmers since the 1880’s. As we started the car, the sound of moving tractors became louder. My youngest child started to cry, for she forgot her doll in the house. I jumped out of the car and ran at full speed to the house, with the tractors close by. I grabbed the doll, right when the house fell over. As I started the car, the antique dresser fell and shattered. My lovely wife had tears running down her face.
Never try anything like that, do y’a hear? We lost the dresser and we could have lost you too.
I had to comply with the Mrs.
The old car was faithful to us… for fifty miles. After fifty miles, we broke down fifty miles from our home in Lawton, OK, just outside of Lubbock, TX. As we started building our campsite just outside of town, a hot rod full of people passed them on the road, throwing vegetables at them saying, “Go Away Farmies!”
At least we have some more food.
As we ate around the camp fire, I explained the many opportunities we would have in California, based on the facts in the pamphlet. They all seemed to be interested in the new world known as California. As the excitement of our near future died down, we all went to bed with thought about the future, except for me. All night long, I could hear the wind saying “Go Away Farmies. Leave this wretched.” The bugs crawling on the ground sounded as if the words “Go Away, Go Away!” were coming from their mouths. I heard the dust, swirling in the air; shout out the phrase, “Leave Forever!” I could not take it anymore. I got up with sweat dripping from my face. The night seemed like it was not night. The heat got to me and sleep would not return at all. I decided to go into town and see if there was a car dealership in town.
When morning dawned and the rest of the family awakened to a new day, I was there, ready to hand them a morning meal before we went on our way into town. As we packed our car, I felt a new spirit in me. A spirit that gave me hope that tomorrow would be the day of change. We just have to get through the day. As we piled in to the Ford, I remembered the car was broken. What a great way to start our day: me pushing the car to a car dealership. That did not matter to me because all I was thinking was this is it: the start of a new life.