1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #6 Series End (Pennsylvania and Washington State)

Migrant worker- me!

After Brenda and I left New York City, we drove to Pennsylvania. We spent the day looking for work and finally found a job, on trial, for $1.50 an hour. The housing they provided was for men so we stayed in a campground.

The owner was very unsure about hiring girls but we turned out to be better pickers than the teenage boys he employed. Since he paid by the hour, they did as little work as they could get away with.

We picked peaches and nectarines for four days. One day we also worked in the evening in the packing house. The other nights I was asleep by 7:30 p.m.

I was amused by something that happened on this job. The owner was moderately conservative; very conservative about some things. Little did he know that he had a gigantic field of marijuana growing on the edge of his orchard.  There were also marijuana plants scattered throughout his orchard. The kids spent more time harvesting the marijuana than they did picking his fruit. They thoroughly enjoyed THAT work!

If he only knew……..

After leaving Pennsylvania we drove on to Yakima in Washington State. Once there, we found a job with no problem; a job picking fuzzy peaches yet again!

Finding housing in Yakima was much more difficult because the state had condemned all housing that didn’t have a toilet, running water, stove and refrigerator. Most farmers couldn’t afford to provide for that level of accommodation, so there was almost no housing available.

Local people rented their yards to the migrants, at a rate of $5 a night. That seemed to us to be a big racket, especially since most of the workers and their families slept in their cars. [Note: As I think how little money we earned on these jobs, I’m realizing what a big chunk of it that $5 would have taken.]

We finally found a place to live. It was somewhat like a motel. Having a room that had a stove and a bathroom felt like unbelievable luxury!

We picked peaches for four days. We were paid the same wages in Washington State as everywhere else.

My college roommate visited us while we were there and for two days the three of us studied together for our nursing licensing exams.


One day, when we were driving around, we saw this new living area for migrant farm laborers.


I also found the bridge I had slept under when I had gone to Yakima to pick fruit while I was in college.



After our time in Yakima, we returned to Seattle.  I ended my summer adventure with this scrapbook entry.


I had been surprised by the amount of racism we experienced that summer.  After all, it was 1970 not 1950.  Brenda and I decided we should share our story with others.  We contacted a local newspaper and gave them an interview. This is the article the newspaper published. (My name at that time was Carol Smith!)


In the article, I said that in the future I wanted to spend a summer with one migrant group.  While I never did that, my 1970 experience has stayed very close to my heart for the last 45 years.

With that statement, this series now comes to an end. Thank you for sharing my journey with me.  I hope that you enjoyed it and had a sense of what our life was like as we crossed the country in 1970 working as migrant farm laborers.


To read the previous posts in this series go to:

1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer (Series Intro)
1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #1  (Seattle to Florida)
1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #2 (Atlanta International Pop Festival)
1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #3 (Working in Georgia)
1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #4 (Working in South Carolina)

1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #5 (Maryland and New Jersey)

20 thoughts on “1970: My Summer as a Migrant Farm Laborer #6 Series End (Pennsylvania and Washington State)

  1. The article is fascinating to me. I am a Pennsylvania hemp historian. I have a few anecdotal reports that some farmers grew hemp all the way up until around this time period but no conclusive proof. Was the marijuana you are talking about possibly hemp that the farmer was cultivating or do you think it was wild hemp growing? Or, was it just the teenager planting pot for themselves?

    Another question, where at in Pennsylvania? I am from Lancaster County and we were the major hemp growing region of early America.

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    1. Wow, your response is fascinating to me too! I have no idea where we were in Pennsylvania. The only record I have from that experience is the scrapbook I put together afterwards. That is what I used to write this series of posts.

      I’d be surprised if the farmer knew about it. If he did would think he would have been keeping a better eye on the boys.

      I had forgotten that there was a whole field of it until I read the scrapbook. The piece I remember with my own memory is that it ran through the pathways in the orchard.

      I still know how to reach Brenda so I will ask her if she has any memory beyond that.

      I don’t think the boys were planting anything for themselves. I think they were overjoyed at the added benefit of their job. Does hemp spread. I imagine it does. I think the plants in the orchard spread from the field.

      Let me know if you find out more and I will let you know what Brenda has to say if I hear back from her!

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  2. Enjoyed reading through the series – and loved the additional photos. WHAT an adventure! Do you have the text of that news article somewhere on the blog? I’d love to see how they “translated” your interview for their readers.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
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      1. Thank you! What a generous offer.

        From your computer (check comments “backstage” if “edit” doesn’t do it on your blog) most blogs allow the owner (only) to be able to access email addresses of those who comment. I don’t do anything online on the teeny screen of my phone, so I’m not sure about that platform.

        DO put “Requested” somewhere in the subject line if you send an email my way. I get so much marketing-spam (hundreds that the spam filter cannot identify as actual spam), it’s hard to find the ones I WANT to receive anymore. I often use that search term to cull the glut a bit before deleting the marketing “requesteds” I didn’t.

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      2. I’m so glad you commented – as I feared, I missed it in all the e-glut. I searched again, found it, and was able to download and expand to read.

        The reporter was not nearly as good a writer as you are, btw – and the story not nearly as interesting as a result, but it was great to read it none-the less. WHAT an adventure!

        Thank you for going to the trouble.

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