Out-of-work families came from all over the USA to live and work in migrant worker camps. These are not my photos, but they jostle my memory of what it was like as a four year old living in migrant workers' camps. It was a magic place for me; lots of different dialects, different stories, lots of music and beans and rice and oatmeal. We scavenged fruits and vegetables from local farms with farmers' permission. We traded labor for milk and eggs and soup bones.