I couldn’t wait to work on tobacco when I turn 14 (or was it 13?). Carrying the lats full of leaves and handing them to the guys to hang up high in the barns was mostly what I did. And the sewing....Oh, how I wanted to sew, but they only let me once! I did awful…was too nervous...my hands were shaking and I couldn't get the leaves up into the machine properly. I never sewed again. I can still "see" the black underneath my fingernails as this was the mark of a tobacco worker doing this “desirable” job back then… cuz the money was great. Ahhhhh....memories…


A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write,
if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be,
he must be. -- Abraham Maslow, American Psychologist