Phil F. (hubby) reviewed on 11/26/2006 + 108 more book reviews

The hill people and the Mexicans arrived on the same day. It was Wednesday, ealy in September 1952. The Cardinals were five games behind the Dodgers withe three weeks to go, and the season looked hopeless. The cotton, however, was waist-high to my father over my head, and he and my grandfather could be heard before supper whispering words that were seldom heard. It could be a "good crop" From the back cover.

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