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Sublime one said

MeMk talks about labor camps, many folks in our area (Ark) would follow the crops. As kids we would pile into back of pickup and drive across country with our folks to the next bean camp or berry farm. Drag a sack and get paid by the pound. Your whole family picked regardless of age. There was no such thing as labor laws. Most farms had small wooden structures for migrant pickers or tents. And you wonder why I went in Marines at 17, I just wanted three squares. Thanks for the memories MeMk!

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I drove to Arkansas at the age of 16 to meet my father and older brother, it was a good thing I was raised around hard working no worldly family because to be honest my older brother was more like a little brother, he had his own bedroom and home his hole life, and the same friends to grow up around (I would have liked it but I am who I am because of being raised around working folks that did not take anything for granted, but it would have been neat to have a home from 7 to 17. Now I am enjoying my first childhood.