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then. Smitty--Smitty's my old man-- he thought maybe if we come to
Jacksonville we could make a livin. We thought maybe he could git him
a steady job here.

"You know we got five children to feed and it's kinda hard to git
along on so little. My two oldest helps us out a lot; my boy Jim is 19
and he come up here to try and git a job too but couldn't so he's went
back to Warchuller. He said he knowed he could pick strawberries in noth—
in else. My oldest girl Amelia--she's in there in the kitchen, she helps
me a lot--is 17 and in the ninth grade at school. She's the ony one of
my children that likes school. The others don't care a thing a-tall about
gittin a education it looks like, but Amelia she will go even if she don't
have nothin to wear.

"Smitty has gone out to the pulp paper mill to see if he can git on
out there. The city councilman of this ward has been a-speakin for him;
he seams to think a right smart of Smitty. I sure do hope he gits on out
there so we won't have to go back to strawberry pickin. It sure is a
shame strawberries grow so low to the ground. It's mighty hard on me
cause I can't stoop over so low like the others do—I have to crawl along
on my hands and knees.

"We didn't live continuous on the strawberry farm. Two or three
times durin the season we went to Hamilton County, Georgia, and worked a
tobacco farm. There's good money in that, but it don't last very long and
it's awful hard work. Me, Smitty, Jim, and Amelia all worked. They paid
us by the day; we each made a dollar and a half a day.

"I like the tobacco farmin better than the berry I believe, but I
sure don't like suckrin the plants. --Suckerin is pullin off the little
vines that grow up on the tobacco plants. You have to reach down and pull

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