my father was born in '42. the depression wasn't over for folks here yet. being born to poor people, he was hungry for money even as a small boy. most of his father's family had gone to california and wrote letters telling how there was plenty of work out there. Dad wanted to go in the worst way. he helped convince his dad to go. Grandad was a carpenter so they built a wood "camper" on the back of their old pickup. they were going to sell their milk cow to help finance the trip. they had finished the camper and were making the final arrangements when one morning they found their milk cow dead. they never made it to california.
so, (luckily, IMO) because of a dead cow, i am a 4th generation Okie. and no, the term doesn't bother me at all.
so, (luckily, IMO) because of a dead cow, i am a 4th generation Okie. and no, the term doesn't bother me at all.