It wasn't like there were any reliable sources of information about where people should go (except for Calle-forn-eye-yeh shout).
Nobody wanted to "get out of the frying pan and into the fire."
Who says if you left Drumright for Owasso, you'd be any better?
And, just like now, people owed the bank for the farm that was blowing away in the wind.
It was all they owned. They, some of them, didn't have much left to pawn or sell, if they could find anyone nearby who had any money to part with to buy what they were offering.
My dad told me about families who first took all the corn they hadn't sold and made cornmeal. Took some money and bought beans. They lived on cornbread and beans for a year. They knew they were in bad trouble when the cornmeal was gone, the beans were gone, the chickens HAH, they were long gone....and they started in to eat their seedcorn. Without seedcorn, you had no crop, with no crop,you had nothing to sell or eat.
There were people who chopped up newspaper to add to cornmeal mush to make it stretch.
My dad's family wasn't so bad off, but they were bad off. My father never ate my mother's cornbread because he said "I had plenty enough of that on my plate to last me forever."
Pop told me his brothers killed every squirrel, dove, duck, partridge, turtle, crayfish and possum off of their farm and two farms over.
Joe(they finally lit out for Pittsburgh and the mills. Dad was five.)Nation