A Tribute to My Grandparents and the Oklahomans of the Great Depression
They were the noble ones. Not descendants of kings, politicians or titans of industry – just common folk with uncommon character. Sharecroppers, laborers, hired hands, women and children.
The strength of their backs was matched only by the strength of their will. Wealth eluded them, but they were rich with family and friends. Some said their land was God-forsaken, but they lived in the depths of God’s love.
They watched as neighbors gave up on the young state’s dreams and left for the hope of a better life. But they stayed. Hungry and at the edge of hopelessness, they refused to be broken. They knew great sorrow, but they loved deeply. They knew bitter poverty, but they gave freely. They remained faithful among the fearful and the faithless.
They were the noble ones. They were Oklahoma. They were windswept. And we stand on the shoulders of giants.