Thanks to memories shared in histories and journals, and the prompt for this week's Six Sentence Stories - Migration provided by Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog, a story written in six sentences was easy to create. This story is dedicated to my mother, who passed away this month and because of a move from a mountain home in the Ozarks did go on to attend and graduate from high school in California. If you want to read more of her adventurous move, click here.
“What about all those jars of fruit I canned and our pump organ?”
“I think that they just want us closer and know I can’t take care of this big farm by myself. Ever since I got sick with malaria and we had to move to the Ozarks, they've worried about us and how the rest of our children wouldn’t have a school to attend up here beyond the eighth grade. They think we will have more opportunities in California and want us to join what seems to be the great migration westward.”
“Hopefully they are right, and if we get everything sold, we should all be able to squeeze into the Model T and be there with them by Thanksgiving.”
“It looks like we will be ending the year of 1929 with some new adventures, hopefully good ones.”