I grew up around migrant workers. I saw hundreds of these Mexicans as they dotted the landscape, moving steadily, crouching over, dragging their cotton sacks, from early morning until late every day of the cotton picking season. Their commitment and ...
The war has ended and my little town, Runge, Texas, welcomes back its sons and daughters from the battlefields of Europe and the Pacific. And now, in late September, my family prepares to leave for the cotton fields of Texas. We begin to trekÂ...