A Speech Delivered By A High School Junior 1927 Daughter of A Tenant Farmer Working The Land Near Millport Alabama Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Envelope
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Tenant Farming
Tenant Farming I was reminded of my mother's family's background this weekend when we visited the Southern Tenant Farmers Union Museum in Tyronza Arkansas. They, the family of Will and Jessie Daffron, moved about central and northern Alabama farming lands as they went. They had no union. They often struggled and they moved regularly. I wish they had had a union. They had the close-knit family, but I mean something more than that. Such as My Granddaddy Daffron wrote all his life. Here is something that has come down to me in typescript (one of the daughters began typing up Granddaddy's "poems" years later and unless somebody else in the family has the original handwritten copy then I am afraid it has disappeared.) I will date it to 1934 because of the reference to the Bankhead law. And by the way, "dope" was a term that Granddaddy used for "medicine". The Hayseeder’s Lament By Will Daffron, Millport Alabama What do you think About the gin