April 7, 2017
Finding this print of “Migrant Mother and Children” was like the Hoover Dam breaking. I was over flooded with emotions as I stood staring at it, at the thrift store today. My family worked as migrant workers before the term was popularized or itinerant workers, following the crops. Thank God they were not homeless. But, initially upon leaving Chicago they did live in tents which were called “carpas.”It was a very rough life. My Mama shared how 10 days after giving birth to my brother Mike, my father forced her to go pick cotton and drag a 300 lb. cotton sack. No time for morning sickness or pampering, it was a way of life. Women from a different era. My Mama instilled in us that pregnancy was not an illness. It is these experiences that make my family and I the strong, resilient, flexible, honest, no-nonsense, humble, committed and generous people we are. Thank you FatherAbrazos
Just recently, I must add sometime about October 2018, my Uncle Manuel and I were having a telephone conversation. And he mentions, “Ray, your Mama always reminded me of that lady in the labor camp picture. My jaw dropped, I immediately recognized the picture he was referring to!I didn’t tell him I own a print of that picture because it always reminded me of my family’s struggles.Abrazos
I have always admired this print, and not only admired, it really speaks to my heart, it pulls me in! Since I first became familiar with it in the 60’s. “Migrant Mother with Children,” California 1936. By Dorothea Lange. Picture taken in Nipomo, California. Why? It reminds me of my Familia. Different people, same struggle. Was appraised at $169. For sale at thrift shop for $45. Decisions, decisions.