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Updated: May 4, 2025
The Beechams were mightily surprised when the huge marble head, almost as large as a Jupiter, though perhaps not otherwise so imposing, arrived at the Terrace; but they were also gratified. "It is quite like receiving us into his own family circle," Mrs.
In the afternoon they had less trouble, for an Italian family near by showed them how to wrap their fingers with adhesive tape. But picking wasn't play. The Beechams trudged back to their shack that night, sunburned and dirty and too stiff to straighten their backs, longing for nothing but to drop down on their beds. "Good land of love!" Grandma scolded. "Lie down all dirty on my clean beds?
At the feet of some of the women stood boxes with babies in them; and other babies were slung in cloths on their mothers' backs. There was no work for the Beechams, and they climbed into the Reo once more and stared down on the other side of the road, where the foreman had told them his packers lived. Even from that distance it was plain that this was a Chinese village, not American at all.
The truck-driver shouted to his people to pile in and the truck went on. By noon the Beechams were seeing their first palm trees and winter flowers. Grandpa and Daddy tried to tell the children about the things they were passing, but the children were too sleepy and sickish to care.
Grandma tempted Jimmie's appetite with eggs and sugar and vanilla beaten up with Carrie's milk, and with little broiled hamburgers and fresh vegetables food such as the Beechams hadn't had for months. The rest of them had no such food even now. Carrie was giving less milk every day, so that there was hardly enough for Sally and Jimmie.
And when she cried, Grandma's mouth worked over her store teeth in the way that meant she felt bad. "But we've got to get in under it, all of us," she scolded, to keep from crying herself. "We've got to earn what we can. I never see the beat of it. If we scrabble as hard as we can, we just only keep from sliding backwards." Here in the hopyards the Beechams did not get their pay in money.
Rose-Ellen yawned widely and went to sleep again. When gray morning dawned, she did not know which was worse-the sleepiness or the hunger. The angry man demanded over and over, "When we stop for breakfast?" They didn't stop. Grandma had canned milk and boiled water along, and with all the Beechams working together, they got the baby's bottles filled.
It was about five years since she had seen her grandfather, an interval due to hazard rather than purpose, though, on the whole, the elder Beechams had not been sorry to keep their parents and their children apart. Phoebe, however, knew her grandfather perfectly well as soon as she saw him, though he had not perceived her, and was wandering anxiously up and down in search of her.
They brushed their clothes, all wrinkles from the long trip, and demanding the iron Grandma did not have. They combed their hair and washed. They set out, leaving the baby with Jimmie. "Shall I send these?" the grocer asked respectfully, when they had given their order. "You're new here, aren't you?" Mussed as they were, the Beechams still looked respectable. Grandma flushed.
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