You may have been poor, but you and your family were never trash.Myself 100% the same way. My dad had a heart attack when he was 44 (heavy smoker) and I was 4 years old at the time. From then on, I knew it was on me, only son. Neither of my parents ever had another job, neither graduated HS and my mother couldn't drive. I never got paid for any work, and I remember one time we had 209 head of cattle and they sold cheap then. It was either chopping silage, hay field, fencing, working cattle, tobacco, milking, getting in firewood, working on old equipment, etc. I thought we were well off but were just white trash. There was never any extra money, very little help hired, but we could take a piece of junk fix it up and use it.
I’ve worked on farm all my life,
My mother went to interview for a job once and she had been picking blackberries before and still had stain on her hands. She thinks that was why she didn’t get hired. She went back a while later and got hired on.I started picking berries to buy my own school cloths at age 10. I was real happy when I got old enough to get a real job and didn't have to pick berries anymore.
I know a girl on another social media place that said, "I used to love to work in tobacco." My first thought was, "Honey, you must not have worked in the same tobacco that I did!"I’ve worked on farm all my life,
@jltrent your experience is similar to mine, but I believe you are much more skilled at mechanics and fixing things than I am. My father was a heavy smoker too, unfiltered Camels, on top of being a heavy drinker. He was diagnosed with emphysema when I was 4, I was 18 when he passed and he had been pretty much incapable of working for several years before.
I worked in tobacco. The only things I didn’t help with was the gassing and sowing the plant beds, as I was in school during that time of year. My legs are just a little too short to straddle the rails in the barn to hang tobacco, so I always had the job of handing off the wagon.
I could climb up and throw down tobacco though. I’d stand on one rail and throw it down.
I taught myself how to drive and run equipment. Learned a lot of things the hard way.
My grandfather was a tenant farmer, my father always had a job, my mother’s family were farmers. Growing up I thought we were well off in comparison and in a lot ways that was true, but I was surprised to learn what people really thought.
I’d grown up hearing a lot of things but didn’t connect any of till years later.
For a long time people just saw me as the son of a drunk and figured me to be similar.
We don’t live very extravagantly, it’s kind of funny to us, a lot of the folks that stay at our Airbnb, think we are just the hired help, they are surprised to find out that we are owners.
Strawberries in June, Raspberries in July, and Blueberries in August. I don't think I average $4 a day. I know I didn't with the Blueberries. They only paid 4 cents a pound. I was lucky to get 50 pounds a day picked. The Raspberries were my best money maker. I was so happy when i went to work at a chicken hatchery. Cleaning the breeder barns. $1.25 an hour for cleaning chicken houses with a scoop shovel and a wheel barrow. I walked home and Dad said he could see the grass grow behind me as I cut through the field.My mother went to interview for a job once and she had been picking blackberries before and still had stain on her hands. She thinks that was why she didn’t get hired. She went back a while later and got hired on.
Always interesting to learn about regional differences.Strawberries in June, Raspberries in July, and Blueberries in August. I don't think I average $4 a day. I know I didn't with the Blueberries. They only paid 4 cents a pound. I was lucky to get 50 pounds a day picked. The Raspberries were my best money maker. I was so happy when i went to work at a chicken hatchery. Cleaning the breeder barns. $1.25 an hour for cleaning chicken houses with a scoop shovel and a wheel barrow. I walked home and Dad said he could see the grass grow behind me as I cut through the field.