Back in April, I posted a photo of a kitchen onto the Rural Spin Facebook wall, with little information beyond saying the photo was taken between 1935 and 1942 via the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information program. I asked people for their thoughts, and the photo was met with a wide variety of responses. Most shared positive memories and dreams, some took a practical look at the kitchen, and a small portion didn’t like what the photo represented to them:
- “It is a very servicable kitchen. I just LOVE the wood stove over in the corner – and the cast iron is FABULOUS!! It is a very sustainable kitchen. My great grandmother had a kitchen like this – as did my grandmother early in her life.”
- “This is when kitchens weren’t about decor, or high priced gadgetry, but the life center of the home. Well worn pieces that were tried and true, staples and cooking utensils within easy reach, a good, sturdy table where much of the preparations were done on, not to mention the eating! Let’s not forget the simple straight backed chair …a place to rest while peeling potatoes or having a quick cup of tea or coffee. All about simplicity and practicality.”
- “Thoughts? No one is stopping you from living like that.”
- “There is NOTHING wrong with this kitchen. I love it, and my wife wants that stove!”
- “It is way way way bigger than grandma’s but much the same otherwise….. loved it — Oh, and she had 2 lamps hung on the wall – one by the table (which was against one wall with a long bench) and the other was on the wall by the stove on the opposite wall….”
- “They’d need the woodstove, big time, the walls are uninsulated, only electric appliance appears to be the radio, no electric lights, unlikely that there is running water, most likely either a hand pump at the sink, with an outhouse somewhere well out of sight. I don’t know too many folks who would live like this today, at least voluntarily.”
- “No running water. What a dream.”
- “Absolutely beautiful….wish I had a kitchen like this.”
And so the comments ran. They are all valid opinions, and a testament to how an image can conjure up a wide variety of thoughts, but also deep emotions. Reading the comments we can feel the power of longing some feel about having a kitchen like this and how the photo speaks to them in words of warmth, love, caring, and simplicity. To others, they see this same image and realize that there is some hard work ahead in this kitchen, be it the need to haul water to what it would be like doing laundry on a hot summer day. Others feel more comfortable with Teflon and the immediacy of hot water on command. They are just differing viewpoints, and without differing viewpoints life would be boring, indeed.
The fact of this kitchen is that it was taken as part of the Farm Security Administration program in Depression-era Dust Bowl. Government photographers and writers at the time were tasked with documenting the lives of destitute farmers, and most of the famous Depression-era photos we have come from this program. The program was originally touted as a way to assist very poor farmers, sharecroppers, and tenants who were being hit hard during the Depression. The program was hotly debated, and this ‘spin is not about the the program itself. Instead, this is about the power that an image can have over us, and help us dream of what we want for ourselves, or what we don’t want.

Florence Thompson, destitute migrant mother of seven and pea picker in California. Photo by Dorothea Lange, 1936.
One of the most famous photographs of the collection is undoubtedly that of this 32-year-old migrant pea picker in California. Florence Thompson, shown at right with three of her seven children, evokes strong emotions. We look at this photo and see worry and poverty.
But 40 years after the photo was taken, Florence was able to tell her story after having become aware of the photo’s existence. Florence’s daughter Katherine recalls a hard life that had its mix of good and bad, “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.” (For the complete story of Katherine’s reflection on this photo, read the 2008 article “Girl from iconic Great Depression photo: ‘We were shamed”“
In truth, this kitchen belonged to a poor family in the Dust Bowl southwest. Life was very hard for this family, and this kitchen is one of the nicer ones photographed that are available in the image collection (the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Black-and-White Negatives collection can be found here). But like Florence’s daughter shows, even in hard times, even with rough kitchens and uninsulated walls and hard work, there is the spirit that even if someone doesn’t have a lot, at least they have something. And sometimes that “something” is worth more than a modern kitchen. Sometimes that something is, indeed, about warmth, love, caring, and simplicity.

beth
May 13, 2012 at 7:04 pm
I love these old photos and the stories they tell. While they tell a lot about struggle a nd hardship, they tell a great deal about strength and family as well.
judy
May 15, 2012 at 3:49 am
what do i see? i see history, i see a way of american life that extended well before the dust bowl & a generation after for much of “rural america.” if you look @ the same time in NYC you’d see much the same kitchen in a tenement.
Linda Stanhope
May 15, 2012 at 11:11 am
I sure do agree with Beth, one picture tells a lot about the how to make comfort and simple life do-able when times are hard. Character is what it is all about! My Grandma talked about using the backs of soup can labels as writing paper during the depression, it sure was hard for her to throw away any unused portion of paper after that. “Savers” of things usually have a reason for what they keep around. Little scraps of things that can be used again. Thanks for the picture and I want to take the time to go back and read this woman’s story too. Linda
JdSchooley ~ poetry
May 15, 2012 at 1:58 pm
There is much to wonder about in the history of our country, The struggle went right down the line where boys worked inside very dangerous mines for a few cents a day, to help pay the bills. These same pictures and more are esay viewing on shorpy.com
Karen Derrey
May 15, 2012 at 6:40 pm
This could have been any place in the US during the depression and WW2. My great grandparents lived in sod houses in S.Dakota. My Gandparent lived in shacks with plenty of cardboard walls to try to keep out the cold winds in Montana.I remember my Aunt telling me about the farm workers row cabins ( I use that term loosely). She said that when she and my Uncle were first married, they lived in one of these places, and everytime someone would move out to go on to another farm,she would move into that place if it was alittle nicer.These places usally had newspaper for insulation because of the lack of cardboard. My Uncle never knew where he would be living from day to day,:-)… These were places for migrant fruit pickers in Wash. My grandparents move here from Montana in 1920, my grandfather worked for the railroad and they to lived in row cabins when they first moved here, they had 4 small children all in two rooms.All I can say is, they were a place to live with woodstoves and they felt blessed to have it.
Granny
May 15, 2012 at 9:42 pm
Ha! If those walls could speak. Notice the broken window pane, and there are only two chairs. Now, seating often outnumbers a household’s headcount. Great, thought-provoking post on Mother’s Day and I especially appreciate its tone. It does not lean toward the common, “Don’t complain. Some have had it harder than you.” Instead, you bring to light an era and what it meant to live a certain lifestyle; not one that is “less” by definition, but one that required ingenuity and perseverance in its own way. Every era brings its own set of challenges. Great post. Thank you. I will make sure to share it with our readers.
Rural Spin
May 16, 2012 at 2:11 am
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words, and I’m pleased that my tone seemed to convey exactly what I wanted it to!
Granny
May 16, 2012 at 1:31 pm
You are most welcome. Enjoy the day.
Mark Weaver
May 15, 2012 at 11:18 pm
it reminds me of my grandparents house.
Chamberlain Jimandsusan
June 27, 2012 at 10:56 pm
Wow reminds me of my Nana’s Kitchen, I can also remember a hose that came through the window into a tub . and somebody had to be in both places one to work the hand pump and the other to hold the hose….. I also remember the pull chain toilet…… Gosh dog those were the good old days, Ya stayed busy that’s for sure