Each wagon is pulled back and forth during harvest season to the field....to the barn and vice versa numerous times. As they do serve a purpose....to transport our tobacco crop.....they also serve an even greater purpose....and that's a memory!!!!
Each hand that touches each wagon has a story....some It's a story of survival...others it's food on the table.
For my family, it's living the dream of working on one of Gods greatest masterpieces....this earth. One wagon may represent being able to pay for electricity, another wagon represents being able to put food on my plate, another.... knowing that I'm able to feed 12 families beyond myself that live on this farm. The list could go on every time I look at each wagon, because it is hours spent away from family, it is sweat shed from exhaustion, it's a playground for my children when they have to come to the field.
And the end of each harvest they all come back empty to be put back in the barn for another year.
Farming as I have found isn't just a lifestyle....it's where you grow up....it's where you look back at how far you have come as a worker....as a family....and where you created your life!!
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