Letters to the Editor

If you don’t work, you don’t eat

I was born in 1930, so I grew up during the depression.

At that time, we didn’t have the homeless, we had hobos and bums. Both would knock on your back door and offer to work for a meal. They would do anything, such as chop wood.

Bums didn’t travel much, but hobos traveled a lot. They didn’t “have a ticket to ride” so they hopped a freight train. When they could find a small job, they would make a little money and buy some food. They would take it to the local hobo motel (hobo camp) and share it with the others. Each would contribute to make a hobo stew.

They continued to travel to find any kind of a job to make what little they could. Bums and hobos didn’t beg for money, because they knew that most people had very little money. Families like ours did all kinds of farm work to make a living. You name it, we did it.

Have you ever picked up dried figs on the hard, cracked ground in Fig Garden? We did. One thing that we learned was if you don’t work, you don’t eat.

Virlin Perry, Fresno

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