27145 mentioned the grapes of wrath. My folks drove west from wisconsin to california then up to oregon in those days. They told me some good storys. Dad said he saw tractors pulling hay wagons of furniture, kids etc. My grandfather owned a house in santa ana california and had rented it out to a preacher. I guess they had quit paying any rent and the plan was for my folks to drive out, kick the non paying renters out and folks move in and use as a base of operations looking for work. I wasnt born yet but had a older sister. Dad had got laid off on his job as a machinest at AO Smith in milwaukee. Dad had bought a used 1927 studebaker president. Somewhere I have a picture of it with a mattress, pots & pans etc hanging off it with the usual water bag.
Actualy it was a old limo and the folks said they loved the adventure.
They got to the house in santa ana, preacher had a hard luck story and a herd of kids and dad didnt have the heart to evict them. They worked their way north to a fruit ranch on the rouge river outside of grants pass oregon. They picked peachs etc and was given a old cabin to live in. The ranch owner found dad who was a old farm boy, knew how to handle farm equipment, use the hay hooks in the old barns etc where other hands didnt and put the folks to work. However for dad to get his $2s a day, ma had to work in the packing house. That meant she had to pay a baby sitter for my sister slightly more than she made. My folks really loved that time of their life. Eventualy they got a telegram or phone call from family back home that dad had just a couple days to get back to his job at AO Smith as it was early 1941 and it seems the company was gearing up for certain war. The folks were next to broke and I was about two months from brith. Ma said dad sold the spotlights off the car for gas on the way home. Anyway thats another story.
Edited this: Back in 2001, my dad was in early stages of alzheimers. I drove from california to wisconsin and got him to take back with me to california for awhile. We got to Little America wyoming. Now it is a huge truck stop and motels. Dad got out, looked around and said I remember this place back in the 30s. He showed me where a old store/gas station was. He said I remember sitting here while your ma went in for some groceries. He said a young woman had come out of the store with some kids, got on a horse and buggy and was complaining to herself that she drove 16 miles and was refused credit!
Latter we stopped by his old ranch out of grants pass. I had also been there a couple times before on trips with the folks. Dad got talking to the woman that owns it now, showed her various fields etc what grew back then and other history. She didnt want to let us go!