By Joseph D. Colby
It was called the roaring twenties. Bars were known as speakeasies. Radio sped to the inquisitive ear news of the world, Ford sold over a million Model-Ts, and a hardworking man could feed a family of six on ten dollars a day – with a nickel left over.
The year was 1926, a time that a boy of thirteen – with his three siblings, his mother, and father – would take a yearlong travel from California to America’s heartland, Missouri.
This is but one leg of the story. You’ll experience the challenges endured by our thirteen-year-old-long before there were freeways, air conditioning, and even in places paved roads. When you’re a poor, migrant, farm-working family, you may hope for a change or better conditions, but it’s probably not coming. To complain about it only makes it worse.