"The night clouds were closing in on the salt licks east of the oxbow lakes along the folds in the earth beyond the Yalobusha River. The cotton was at last cleared from the field. Ida Mae tried now to get the children ready and to gather the clothes and quilts and somehow keep her mind off the churning within her. She had sold off the turkeys and doled out in secret the old stools, the wash pots, the tin tub, the bed pallets. Her husband was settling with Mr. Edd over the worth of a year’s labor, and she did not know what would come of it. None of them had been on a train before—not unless you counted the clattering local from Bacon Switch to Okolona, where, “by the time you sit down, you there,” as Ida Mae put it. None of them had been out of Mississippi. Or Chickasaw County, for that matter."
Read an excerpt from The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration by Pulitzer-winning journalist Isabel Wilkerson. See her live at the Writers Institute, Tuesday, November 15.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Chickasaw County, Mississippi, Late October 1937
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