Category Archives: John Steinbeck

Migration – Dust Bowl

The house was dead, and the fields were dead; but the truck was the active thing, the living principle. The ancient vehicle, with bent and scarred radiator screen, with grease in dusty globules at the worn edge of every moving part, with hub caps gone and caps of red dust in their places—this was the new hearth, the living center of the family; half passenger car and half truck, high-sided and clumsy. Source Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck


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