My Mom was born into a family of farmers. Mom’s Father, Barry Thorne, farmed his land and he grew corn, tobacco and cotton… I guess that’s where I get a lot of my work ethic from, my family heritage. Farmers… those under praised heroes who grow for a living and work by the sweat of their brow to raise their own crops so that others can provide for their families, corporations can market and sell products, countless cattle can be fed grain, etc… These people were never too proud to get their hands dirty. And to this day, if I need therapy, what I do is go dig in the dirt, plant vegetables or perennials or just pull weeds. It calms me down and helps me solve any dilemma that I might be going through. My Aunt Hazel, and her husband Gaston Williams were farmers in Nash county. My Aunt Maude, and her husband Edward Cook were farmers in Wilson county, and we always had plenty of fresh meats and vegetables to eat when I was growing up.
The following photos are of a huge farm operation in Nash County, Farm Pak, and the crop of choice is sweet potatoes. I believe the workers were from Haiti and most of them spoke a French dialect. My foreign language major came in mighty handy, in the late seventies.
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