Somewhere in between the photo prompts provided by JSW Prompt on A Writer’s Life and Kat’s Twittering Tales I was reminded of the thousands of Oklahomans who migrated to California during the Dust Bowl of the 1930’s.
Deddy sed we was a goin’ to the land a milk n hunny, but when we got there it were dry n brown and folks said we tawk funny.
There weren’t no jobs- very little milk, and we ain’t never seen no hunny. Cal-i-for-ni-a weren’t a very friendly place, for folks din’t have no munny.
They took to callin’ us Oakies- as if it were somethin’ bad to be. As if for some kinda reason, it were shameful, justa be me.
Weren’t none of them folks from there, so I never did understand, what made them think they was better ‘an me, ’cause I was born on Oklahoma land..
No sir, Cal-i-for-ni-a, weren’t what it was cracked up to be. So lord, if that’s where you’re serving milk and hunny- don’t set no place for me..
Thru Violet's Lentz 
That first photo is so powerful, Violet. And the last line is amazing. Well done.
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Thank you D.
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Sadly, a true story. You’ve captured it well.
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Thank you Crispina.
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What a wonderful story Violet. I loved “hearing” it in that Oakie accent too. That made it extra special.
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Thank you so much Kat! Especially for the inspiration. it took me immediately to The Grapes of Wrath, and I knew what needed to be said…
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That is wonderful! 😊
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Violet I know you will have fun with this: http://tao-talk.com/2019/01/15/tell-the-story/
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I thank you for thinking of me, but I don’t really get involved in awards or activities that call on me ‘tagging’ other writers. I am honored that you would choose me tho’…
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no worries and understand perfectly
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Why thank you Kat
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