I was born in rural Bienville Parish, Louisiana in 1928. The Great Depression was about to surface in a big way. As the son of a Sharecropper I had a head start. People talk about African-Americans who endured the rigors of share cropping, but there were plenty of us white people who suffered the same hardship.
My father literally dug a living out of the dirt. He never complained. He always whistled happily when coming to the house after a long work day. He worked til dark every day and a half day on Saturday. His education was limited. He had only four years of elementary school. Even so he had an appetite for reading. He had little or no money but he subscribed to the morning paper and many times he would suscribe to the evening paper.
He became a fan of Huey P. Long...
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