The Road from Money, The Journey to Find Why...
It was 1925, on a very warm spring day in Money, Mississippi. The sound of a steam locomotive puffing its way down the tracks pierced the calm that lay like a blanket over the small town. The locomotive left a tail of white, gray, and black smoke behind that mixed with the mist from the nearby Tallahatchie River. Two rabbits scurried across the tracks just before the slow-moving train. Beside the track an old mule-drawn wooden wagon moved slowly. Inside, eight-year-old Estella and her grandfather, Paul Reynolds, a sharecropper, were making their way into town.
The Road from Money, The Journey Continues...
North at Last
The warm fog surrounded the young woman from Money, Mississippi as she hugged her uncle she had not seen in years. Tears rolled down Estella’s cheeks like rain falling from the sky. The train ride from her small home town to Chicago had been long but fun. It was the fall of 1937, she was in the North at last.
“Gal, you hug me any harder; you goin’ to break me in half!” Her uncle Leamon chuckled. Hearing his familiar deep voice, made her feel so safe. She released her hold on her uncle and wiped the tears from her face.
“You know all my life I have wanted to come north and now I’m here! Now I’m here,” she repeated; as if to convince herself she was in the north.
Her uncle looked down at his niece with a wide smile on his face, adding, “I know how you feel, gal, I felt the same way when I got here.”