My Family:
Parmele, North Carolina. Nice town. Not many jobs, though, in 1929. Not enough work for Daddy, a man with a wife and two children. Some people were moving north Mama and Daddy read about it, heard about it, from cousins and friends. "Come north," they said. "Come to Washington, DC." August. Mama and Daddy wait at the station for Daddy's train. Sad to separate, even for a little while. Maybe longer. Who knows? They say goodbye, but Mama doesn't cry. Yet. She walks the road home, alone. Sits on the porch and lets the tears fall.
One long month and the money comes. Train ticket money. Daddy's found a job and a place for us to live. "All aboard!" the conductor calls. Not an easy trip for Mama. Two babies to care for. Me, four months old, my big brother, Wilbur, eighteen months. A long ride, and then, "Wash-ing-ton!" the conductor calls. We're home.
We were one family among the many thousands. Mama and Daddy leaving home, coming to the city, with their hopes and their courage, their dreams and their children, to make a better life.
From: The Great Migration: Journey to the North (2006)