furniture there was another oklahoma native they called her sis cunningham and she would sing with pete seegerf dirt farmers we fought to survive we fought the hundred and illness without doctors and the washes and hailstorms, the death of livestock. now we could have endured all of those normal disasters, but there was no way in god's world to east cape the shark's teeth of the bankers and that's what happened and woody remembered the further west you walk, the browner, the hotter, stiller and emptier the country gets. i met the hard rock miners desert rats and hold swarms of hitchhikers and migratory workers swat with their little piles of belonging in the shade of a big sum boards out across the flat hard crust gravelling desert. kids chasing around in the sun, leedy is cooking scrappy meals and buckets and scouring the plates clean with sand work pants, slacks, cotton dresses, they gather around us and they would sing, too. but sometimes they just stand real quiet and listen, and i knew what they was thinking about. well, by 1936 the year of roosevelt's terse reflections of a first family