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Tobacco Memories

Updated on February 26, 2013

Childhood memories of warm sweet smells

Smells that emerge from old, wooden barns

Smells that remind me that fall is almost here.

Around the carts pilled high with green leaves

We run and play as the grown-ups work in the barn.

One day I bring crayons and paper;

I draw pictures and show them to the hired hands.

They smile at the four-year-old's drawing and continue working;

We all seem like family.

These are tobacco memories from my mind's recollection.

Just a few reminders of how times change

Reminders of a past life

Filled with warm, sweet smells from old wooden barns.

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you, Jackie. By the time I grew into young adulthood, tobacco crops were already starting to disappear, so I never really knew what it was like to "work" in tobacco. For my mom and dad, it was a way of life. It is so funny how times change.

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      I enjoyed this. I sewed tobacco as my first job when I was 16 so those hung tobacco leaves bring a lot of memories. I beat out all the other girls I worked with and made the most money. Couldn't tell you what I did with it all!