resiny scent of tobacco
onions drying in piles on silty soil
sweat mixed with spilled lemonade
drunk from a jug
flowing with the Connecticut
voices, english, polish, ukrainian
scratches from the long wooden slats
up and down the rows
up and down the rows
everybody worked
men, women, old , young
even
relatives from New York City
2 comments:
Oh my, my recent post about my old jobs along the way seemed to spur comments from various folks amongst my family and friends about working tobacco in CT back in the 60's ( mostly on fb comments).
How serendipitous to see this post today.
Brings back memories.
xoxo KIm
Small world; we raised field tobacco no tents.. everybody worked in it..
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