In 1929, my grandfather’s family moved from Castlewood,
Virginia to Baltimore, Maryland.
Before leaving Russell County,thinking he was done with school
forever, my grandfather tossed aside his Kindergarden primer book along the
walk home down Gravel Lick Road.
Back on the farm, his mother was furious: books and paper were
expensive.
It’s not hard to understand a six-year-old boy’s loving life in a poor farm family because much of it was one adventure after another.
Without work in Russell County, his father and older
brother Leonard had left Castlewood months earlier looking for jobs and a
place for the family to live. They
found a house to rent in Parkton, Maryland and interim employment until they
could move to another farm.
Of my grandfather’s
eleven siblings, Lucille had married
and settled in West Virginia, but the others came to Maryland.
When it was time for the rest of the family to leave Castlewood, his
mother arranged a ride with a man who had a 1929 Chevrolet 1.5 ton flat-bed
stake truck with four-foot-high side boards.
His mother and youngest sister, four-year-old Virginia, rode in the
cab with the driver. My
grandfather rode in the back with Lacey, Irene, Mary, Vivian, Georgia, John,
Troy, and Toy. The nine in the
open-air truck were jammed into any spaces they could find among the
straw-filled mattresses and furniture: part of the 350-mile trip he spent
tucked into a dresser drawer and says he was “in hog heaven.”
The family never sold the Virginia house, so it was essentially
abandoned for the move to Maryland, where my grandfather discovered that he
still had to go to school. With
the excitement of a new life and new friends, though, he wasn’t too bothered
by having to complete his work in a new primer book.
Scott E. Lark, Earl Clark & Virginia Lark