Riding the Rails: Transients Were Fed During the Depression Era
As the months of the Depression era continued, more and more of the unemployed men of the country began to ride the rails looking for work or simply to keep moving. Lunchtime became a problem for them and that’s when our family began sharing sandwiches and coffee with the “railroad burns.”
Several times a week during warm weather we would hear a knock on the door with the plea, “Lady, could you spare a little food?” My mother usually said, “All we have is fried egg sandwiches.” But that excuse turned no one away, and the transient was soon served an egg sandwich and coffee in his own tin cup, handed out to him.
We began to wonder why we had so many customers. We learned that the riders had a system of marking those houses which were good for a handout. We were one of the marked ones, and though we looked on fence posts and trees and the sidewalks for some telltale marks, we never found any.
Usually only one or two men came for food, but one summer day we found ourselves with a yard full of transients. While my mother frantically fried eggs to put on homemade bread, my father was outside holding the floor on the state-of-the-nation. They had to listen. I thought it was a fair trade.
Though most of the men needed a shave or a bath or cleaner clothes, none of them lacked the ability to say, “Thank you.”
Russell Springs, Kansas
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.
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