36×36 oil on canvas
We are in our touring car in the pre-dawn hours that for many are still night. Stars are shining through where clouds have moved on. It is cold and raining. About us are provisions piled high. They make a rattling sound with each bump we hit along the lonesome road that leads we know not where.
Hopefully, what we have will be enough until we can find a distant relative or some charitable friend to take us in. And though we are totally uprooted from all we know, still this is better, we have each other.
Excerpt from Steps: A Memoir