I can still see the picture. My grandfather stands awkwardly in the way of a poor man unused to being photographed. He clutches a small cloth sack and a one-way ticket in one hand, a broom in the other. He waits to board a train in search of work during the Depression.The sack? It contains his clothes and what little food his wife and two small children can spare. The broom? Besides a fifth grade education and a strong back, the broom is the only tool he owns.
When I asked him about the broom he said, “I didn’t want to show up on a man’s doorstep empty-handed. I was hoping somebody could at least use me to sweep up for them.”
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Author: Jeff Haden
