I was sitting in an 8th grade gifted class yesterday observing students as they “interviewed” each other to try and discover the “mystery history person” they were impersonating.
As the kids were talking, laughing, and learning, I looked at the board and this photograph struck me as so powerfully.
I walked up to the board to read the description below the photo and felt as if for some reason higher than mine, I was suppose to photograph this photograph. It just spoke to me.
This morning I did a little “google search” of the photographer’s and read the most amazing story of how Dorothea Lange had been on a month-long assignment for the Farm Security Administration when she was traveling back home and happened upon a tiny, fabric tarp propped on sticks in the middle of a field with this mother and her seven children (there is a baby in her arms) huddled inside.
They were living off of frozen vegetables on the land and birds that her children could kill. They were pea pickers and all of the peas had frozen, so they were jobless.
The precious lady pictured above with some of her children was only 32 at the time this photograph was taken.
The photographer wrote about her decision to go back and photograph the family after driving by at full speed. She shared the thoughts that were going through her mind:
“Dorothea, how about that camp back there? What is the situation back there?
Are you going back?
Nobody could ask this of you, now could they?
To turn back certainly is not necessary. Haven’t you plenty of negatives already on this subject? Isn’t this just one more if the same? Besides, if you take a camera out in this rain, you’re just asking for trouble. Now be reasonable, etc. etc., etc.
Having well convinced myself for 20 miles that I could continue on, I did the opposite. Almost without realizing what I was doing I made a U-turn on the empty highway. I went back those 20 miles and turned off the highway at that sign, PEA-PICKERS CAMP.
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| “Destitute in a pea pickers camp, because of the failure of the early pea crop. These people had just sold their tent in order to buy food.” |
I was following instinct, not reason; I drove into that wet and soggy camp and parked my car like a homing pigeon”
She went on to share that the woman allowed her to take pictures of their situation as if she knew that these pictures may in some way help her family.
Wow.
I hope they did.
I wonder what happened to this lady after the picture day in 1936. I am struck at the thought that yesterday was Olivia’s picture day at school and I was able to help her curl her hair so that she felt “pretty” and excited about being photographed.
Then I look at this photo and think, “Am I thankful enough? Do I really thank God enough?” “Are my kids thankful enough?”
And I also think, “Do I ever have the right to be negative or complain?” No wonder God does not like grumbling or complaining….He sees the sufferings of all. He knows how blessed we are even when EVERYTHING around us may seem dreadful at times….He knows how much more dreadful it could become.
Oh, thank you for this middle school teacher who is sharing the hardships of the past. I hope the students are as moved by this picture as I was.
Thank you for this woman who years ago allowed herself to be humble enough to be photographed at her lowest point in order to help her family.
I have a feeling that she has helped more than just her family in the past 70+ years since that photo was taken.
I know that yesterday she helped me.
Thank you, migrant mother.
Forgive me, Father, when I complain. Keep this photo forever in my heart.




In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 

I was just complaining to myself about the house being messy, and about having things to finish for school. I thought let me go find something to read that will bring me out of this. I happened to click on your blog and there the message was.
Thank you Tammy for being a beacon of light even in your period of difficulty.
how true…how true! Thanks Tammy!
Amen! This is so powerful! Thanks for the perspective. This is a much needed reminder.
What a great message about not complaining… it is too easy to take what we have for granted and complain about trivial things… may God convict me of my complaining and ungratefulness, and may I stop taking for granted the many blessings He has blessed me with!
Blessings!
Just catching up with my blogging – and enjoying your Ian and Phillip photos! What cuties 🙂
Hope you have a wonderful weekend! HUGS….Jennifer
Amen and Amen! Thanks for sharing this photo and yes, Father, forgive me when I complain.
Yes, forgive me,too, Father for all the complaining I do! You have given me so much more than I deserve!
Tammy, thank you for sharing this precious picture! It is awesome.
God bless you!
Marilyn