Happy Mother’s Day!

LOC_DLange_PeaPickerMotherChildren_1936Photo: Migrant agricultural worker’s family. Seven children without food. Mother aged thirty-two. Father is a native Californian. Nipomo, California
Taken by Dorothea Lange, Feb/Mar 1936
Library of Congress

Not the most famous of Lange’s photos, but one of the same subject. In another photo taken during this shoot, the mother shown here is nursing the baby she holds on her lap. How she produced any milk given their destitute circumstances is beyond me, but her haggard, aged-beyond-her-years appearance tells a lot.

Happy Mother’s Day, to mothers who survived these kinds of circumstances while birthing and raising children.

Happy Mother’s Day to mothers who are surviving under similar conditions today — like the two mothers who gave birth during the evacuation of Fort McMurray, to the myriad mothers who struggled ferrying their children from Syria and other war zones, to mothers who wonder where their children are and if they’ll ever see them again.

Happy Mother’s Day to mothers of invention and godmothers, and mothers in spirit though not by birth. The creative force isn’t limited by one’s body or economics.

Blogger since 2002, political activist since 2003, geek since birth. Opinions informed by mixed-race, multi-ethnic, cis-female condition, further shaped by kind friends of all persuasions. Sci-tech frenemy, wannabe artist, decent cook, determined author, successful troublemaker. Mother of invention and two excessively smart-assed young adult kids. Attended School of Hard Knocks; Rather Unfortunate Smallish Private Business School in Midwest; Affordable Mid-State Community College w/evening classes. Self-employed at Tiny Consulting Business; previously at Large-ish Chemical Company with HQ in Midwest in multiple marginalizing corporate drone roles, and at Rather Big IT Service Provider as a project manager, preceded by a motley assortment of gigs before the gig economy was a thing. Blogging experience includes a personal blog at the original blogs.salon.com, managing editor for a state-based news site, and a stint at Firedoglake before landing here at emptywheel as technology’s less-virginal-but-still-accursed Cassandra.
6 replies
  1. bloopie2 says:

    My wife is the best mother. (As is every other mother.) For all those days I don’t let her know that, please know that today.

  2. Denis says:

    Lange’s “Migrant Mother” was Florenece Owens Thompson, nee’ Christie (September 1, 1903 – September 16, 1983). She had a bunch of husbands and a bunch of children, who must have loved her dearly.
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    Some lines from her Wiki page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Owens_Thompson
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    Though Thompson’s 10 children bought her a house in Modesto, California, in the 1970s, Thompson found she preferred living in a mobile home and moved back into one.
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    Thompson’s daughter, Katherine McIntosh, recalled how her mother was a “very strong lady”, and “the backbone of our family”. She said: “We never had a lot, but she always made sure we had something. She didn’t eat sometimes, but she made sure us children ate. That’s one thing she did do.”
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    During the 1930s the family worked as migrant farm workers following the crops in California and at times into Arizona. Florence later recalled periods when she picked 400–500 pounds of cotton from first daylight until after it was too dark to work. She said: “I worked in hospitals. I tended bar. I cooked. I worked in the fields. I done a little bit of everything to make a living for my kids.”

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    White folks naturally identify with Lange’s and Steinbeck’s victims of the Dust Bowl era and think “How did those poor people ever survive”? But, of course, for American blacks poverty, deprivation and back-breaking labor was not limited to an “era” — it was 20 generations.
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    Once while traveling in Texas I stopped and picked cotton for a (short) day for a charity just to see what it was like. Didn’t work. I came away from that day even less capable of comprehending what some people’s lives were like.
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    Did I say “were”?

  3. person1597 says:

    Mother Nature == reproduction and organization == causality as one knows it.

    Yay Mom!

  4. RexFlex says:

    Two notes:
    One, thank you for the proper crediting of the photograph.
    Two, for the ultimate Mother’s Day story might I suggest “The Glass Castle” by Jeanette Walls

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