Blue Gumm Farm Carthage, Tenn. June 12, 1963 - Humor

National Review, April 19, 1999

Oh, Papa:

This year's crop looks to be a bad one. The winds are hard and the skies look dry. Missy Beulah says that clouds won't bring no rain 'til August. Don't know how we'll make it, Papa. But somehow we will. Because we're the people, Papa. Everywhere you see a fella diggin' a ditch in the sun, I'll be there. Everywhere you see a fella bailin' hay in the hot sun, I'll be there. Everywhere you see a fella spreadin' tobacco leaves in the dryin' house, I'll be there.

I'm also doing my summer reading for St. Albans. Just finished Grapes of Wrath. Snore!

Your faithful son, Albert

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