I grew up in the Depression years of the thirties on a farm in Northeast Georgia. It was definitely very different times from what we experience today. In retrospect, I realize we had plenty of everything we needed except money, which was scarce.
The boundaries of the farm we lived on were adjoining to other relatives in a large family who owned farm acreage. My paternal grandfather was a landowner. His land was dotted by small houses of workers who tilled the soil, mostly for food and shelter. Some were black and some were white. Nevertheless, during that time, it seemed as though everyone lived in harmony working side by side to survive. I recall my childhood as a very happy time.
On my maternal side of the family was another grandfather who had an adjoining farm and he too had many day laborers living on his farm doing the work, also providing food and shelter for them. What ever their needs were for survival he provided in return for their labor on the farm. Again, this was in the thirties.
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