Highway 99 Collection
"Highway 99: A Journey Through Desperation and Hope" In the midst of the Great Depression
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"Highway 99: A Journey Through Desperation and Hope" In the midst of the Great Depression, Highway 99 became a lifeline for countless individuals seeking solace from their troubled lives. This iconic road, stretching through California's heartland, witnessed stories of struggle and resilience that defined an era. Along its dusty path in 1939, a migrant cotton picker was captured by Dorothea Lange's lens. We see the weariness etched on his face as he trudges along this artery of migration between Tulare County. He represents the thousands who left their homes behind in search of livelihoods during those turbulent times. The devastating effects of drought were also felt keenly along Highway 99. In 1937, a destitute Missouri family with no money found themselves stranded here with a sick baby. They joined the ranks of drought refugees desperately hoping for relief amidst barren landscapes. A year earlier, another photograph by Lange depicted drought refugees traveling between Bakersfield and Famoso. These weary souls embarked on an arduous journey towards uncertain futures but clung to hope as they traversed this highway. Migrant families from Texas sought refuge in Oregon via California's highways during these trying years. Their faces tell tales of determination mixed with trepidation as they treaded upon Highway 99—a symbol of both hardship and opportunity. Service stations dotted along this route provided brief respite for travelers—road signs guiding them forward or offering glimpses into distant possibilities. Josephine County witnessed such scenes in 1939 when weary souls paused at one such station on U. S. Highway 99. Billboards loomed large over this rural highway—an ironic juxtaposition against poverty-stricken migrants passing beneath them daily. One such billboard campaign aimed to raise awareness about their plight—a reminder that even amidst desperation, voices could be heard if only we chose to listen.