![]() None of them had been out of Mississippi. 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. Edd over the worth of a year’s labor, and she did not know what would come of it. She had sold off the turkeys and doled out in secret the old stools, the wash pots, the tin tub, the bed pallets. ![]() 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. The cotton was at last cleared from the field. ![]() 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 following excerpt is from “The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration.” Listen to an interview with author Isabel Wilkerson and learn more about the book.Ĭhickasaw County, Mississippi, Late October 1937 ![]()
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