dear mary and bonnie and jack and the rest of my readers:
maybe you've heard about the migrants lately, or have seen pictures of them in the magazines. but have you thought that many of them are families much like yours and mine, traveling uncomfortably in rattly old jalopies while they go from one crop to another, and living crowded in rickety shacks when they stop for work?
there have always been wandering farm laborers because so many crops need but a few workers part of the year and a great many at harvest. a two-thousand-acre peach orchard needs only thirty workers most of the year, and one thousand seven hundred at picking time. lately, though, there have been more migrants than ever. one reason is that while in the past we used to eat fresh peas, beans, strawberries, and the like only in summer, now we want fresh fruits and vegetables all year round. to supply our wants, great quantities of fresh fruit and vegetables must be raised in the warm climates where they will grow.
another reason is that more farm machinery is used now, and one tractor will do as much work as several families of farm laborers. so the extra families have taken to migrating or wandering about the country wherever they hope to find work.
a further cause of the wandering is the long drought which turned part of our southwestern country where there had been good farming into a dry desert that wouldn't grow crops any more. the people from the dust bowl, as the district is called, had to migrate, or starve. a great many of them went to the near-by state of california, which grows much fruit and vegetables. there are perhaps two hundred thousand people migrating to california alone each year.
of course there isn't nearly enough work for them all, and there aren't good living places for those who have work. that means that the children--like you--don't have the rights of young american citizens--like you. a great many of them can't go to school, and are growing up ignorant; and they don't have church, with all it means to us. they don't have proper homes or food, so they haven't good health; and because they are not in their home state or county, they cannot get medical and hospital care.
you may think we have nothing to do with them when you sometimes pass a jalopy packed inside with a whole family, from grandma to baby, and outside with bedding and what-not.
but we have something to do with them many times a day. every time we sit down at our table we have something to do with them. our sugar may come from these children's work; our oranges, too, and our peas, lettuce, melons, berries, cranberries, walnuts . . . ! every time we put on a cotton dress, we accept something from them.
for years no one thought much of trying to help these wanderers. no one seemed to notice the unfairness of letting some children have all the blessings of our country and others have none. by and by, the counties and states and federal government tried to help the migrant families. in a few places the government has set up comfortable camps and part-time farms such as this story describes. the church has tried to do something, also.
about twenty years ago, the council of women for home missions, made up of groups of women from the different churches, began to make plans for helping. they opened some friendly rooms where they took care of the children who were left alone while their parents worked. the rooms were often no more than a made-over barn, but in these "christian centers," as they were called, the children were given cleanliness, food, happiness and the care of a nurse, and were taught something about a loving father god. the children who worked in the fields and the older people were also helped. from the seven with which a beginning was made, the number of centers has grown to nearly sixty.
there is a great deal more to do in starting more centers, and in equipping those we have, and we can do part of it. with our church school classes, we can give cleanup and kindergarten kits like cissy's and jimmie's and our leaders will tell us other things we can do, such as collecting bedding and clothing and toys and money. best of all, we can give our friendship to these homeless people.
for they're just children like you. when you grow up, perhaps you may help our country become a place where no single child need be homeless.
florence crannell means
denver, colorado
