The last two or three years I was home, Daddy and I had to do all the plowing. We would start breaking the land in the spring, me with one mule and him with two. When we got enough turned, Daddy would start planting with one mule and I continued plowing with two. Sometimes I became so exhausted I got dizzy and had to sit down for a while. I sat in the fresh plowed dirt that was cool. Not for long though. My conscience wouldn't let me sit more that a minute or two. I had to keep going or that field would never get plowed. Many times I have plowed all day in the hot sun and come home to a half glass of milk and a piece of corn bread and go to bed hungry. Sometimes Mama would pretend that she wasn't hungry and divide her share of milk with us kids. The one thing that still haunts me to this day is that we took it. We had no welfare, no food stamps and no Government assistance. We were hungry and on our own and every day was another day without hope and nobody gave a damn. The worst part was the feelings of despair,knowing that tomorrow would be no better.