Cloudy, rain. We had real cold rain. I baked pumpkin pies and went to Uncle Millards and Jennings with some. I sewed some. Randy started the tobacco this evening.
Footnote: I knew she would bake some pies with that pumpkin she cooked. Uncle Millard is a half-brother to her Mother, Lula Baker Reasor. Jennings is her brother. Both families live pretty close to her.
I remember seeing the men and women working in the tobacco once it was in the barn. When I was little - maybe 10 years old- I remember helping (I'm sure I was in the way) Daddy grade the tobacco in a little house that was next to the big barn on the back road near where Uncle Jennings lived. The little house had a stove in it and I remember it being so warm in there. They put the tobacco on the tobacco baskets (don't remember just what they are called) and then take the load of baskets to Pennington to the tobacco warehouse where the big guys from the tobacco companies would come in and "steal" the tobacco. They had an auction like sale and the highest bidder got the baskets of tobacco. It was a big business in the 50's and 60's. Almost every farmer was given a tobacco allotment. I don't know what the business is like today for the farmers, but they are still raising tobacco somewhere, cause there are still way too many people smoking - they will be sick someday.
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