We finally reached my grandmother’s house, “Sweetie Pie” is what she was called by all whom loved and knew her. My grandfather Crews is who started it I was told. We just called him “Granddaddy”.
My grandparents were what we called country people. They lived on their beautiful 100+ acre farm. Every acre of the land that was flat was farmland filled with my grandfather’s crops. Land that could not be farmed was covered with pecan groves, small ponds and woods filled with hardwoods and pine trees, Deer, Black Bear and it seemed every other kind of little animal you could think of. My grandfather was a Flu-Cured Tobacco Farmer. They built very large and tall tobacco barns. In the barns they hung the large leafed tobacco in the rafters using wooden sticks and twine and hung by young black men that climbed the rafters in extreme heat. It took a relay of at least five black workers to hand off the sticks filled with leaves from the mule driven wagon to the top rafters 20 to 30 feet off the ground. Usually it was black women on the ground that laced the leaves to the sticks getting them ready to be hung. I can remember watching the tobacco being planted! Black women and men some young would help. A man and his Mule with a plow would turn the soil under the shaded fields as someone would be behind him dropping seeds. Someone behind him was covering the seeds and then next someone came behind and watered from large buckets on the wagons. Thinking back, it was my first witness of an assembly line.
My Grandmother would be busy at home cooking a huge lunch. She literally had to feed an army. Once she rang the big Dinner Bell that was mounted on a pole outside in the back yard they started coming in droves. My grandmother made lunch like Sunday dinner. Fried chicken, county fried steak, all kinds of vegetables and of course cornbread or biscuits. The Sweet iced tea was served in mason jars.