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Ellie is working a lesson plan that deals with the Great Migration from the South to the North in the beginning of the 20th century. i was looking for primary sources to help her, and found the story of a black migrant worker. here is a funny excerpt:
We were very happy to get the jobs. It was a welcome thing. we could be here the rest of our lives and never go back to the South, on any condition, except in the case of death in the family. I met a friend from home and asked him if he would ever go South again. He said, "No, it's too many ups."
I asked,, "what do you mean, too many ups?"
He said, "THe first thing in the morning, before day breaks, you have to wake up. Then you have to get up, then you have to feed, gear up. You go the field before the sun is up and hitch up, the first words you say to the mules is 'git up'. and you start to bedding up. When night comes you look over how much of the earth you have turned up. After you plant up, you start getting ready to round up. When you're through rounding up, you start chopping up. WHen you get through with that it's time to go to the hayfield and start baling up. WHen that is done you come back to the field and start gathering up. THen you start to hauling up to the white man to have your settleing up. and you don't get a damn thing in return, but a big mess up. No, I'm not telling a mule 'git up' no more, if he's sitting on my lap. I'm not planting any more cotton, and i'm plating any more corn. If i see some mules running away with this world I'm going to tell them to keep going, 'go ahead on'."
Another funny piece of writing that was written by my English grandfather, who was something of a local poet in his village (and an avid gardener):
Dear Fellow Organic Gardener,
This letter is being sent to you because we know you are interested in you graden and the gardening season us upon us.
This is a chain fertiliser club. It will cost you one penny to join. Upon receiving this letter, go to the address at the top of the list and shit in their garden.
You will not be the only one their, so don't feel embarrassed. Then make five copies of this letter and send them to your friends who will appreciate organic gardening.
You will receive no money, but within one week, if this chain is not broken there will be 9216 people shitting in your garden. Your reward will come next season when your garden will be the most productive in the neighbourhood.
1. Mr. Will E Krapp, 32 Crapton, Worcs
2. Mr Pooey Botbot, 54 Cackar Cuttings, Loosely, Beds
3. Mrs C Howie E Pharts, 74 Post Brior Place, Windover, Hunts
4. Ms Luce Motions, 2 Loo Lane, The Sewage Farm, Slops
5. Fraulein (Big) Bertha, Sturmfahrt Strasse, Frankfart, Wet Germany
6. Mr Phil Bucket, 1 Dung Down, Back Passage, Welyn Garden Shitting
Do not break this chain One man didn't give a shit, and lost his entire garden.
We were very happy to get the jobs. It was a welcome thing. we could be here the rest of our lives and never go back to the South, on any condition, except in the case of death in the family. I met a friend from home and asked him if he would ever go South again. He said, "No, it's too many ups."
I asked,, "what do you mean, too many ups?"
He said, "THe first thing in the morning, before day breaks, you have to wake up. Then you have to get up, then you have to feed, gear up. You go the field before the sun is up and hitch up, the first words you say to the mules is 'git up'. and you start to bedding up. When night comes you look over how much of the earth you have turned up. After you plant up, you start getting ready to round up. When you're through rounding up, you start chopping up. WHen you get through with that it's time to go to the hayfield and start baling up. WHen that is done you come back to the field and start gathering up. THen you start to hauling up to the white man to have your settleing up. and you don't get a damn thing in return, but a big mess up. No, I'm not telling a mule 'git up' no more, if he's sitting on my lap. I'm not planting any more cotton, and i'm plating any more corn. If i see some mules running away with this world I'm going to tell them to keep going, 'go ahead on'."
Another funny piece of writing that was written by my English grandfather, who was something of a local poet in his village (and an avid gardener):
Dear Fellow Organic Gardener,
This letter is being sent to you because we know you are interested in you graden and the gardening season us upon us.
This is a chain fertiliser club. It will cost you one penny to join. Upon receiving this letter, go to the address at the top of the list and shit in their garden.
You will not be the only one their, so don't feel embarrassed. Then make five copies of this letter and send them to your friends who will appreciate organic gardening.
You will receive no money, but within one week, if this chain is not broken there will be 9216 people shitting in your garden. Your reward will come next season when your garden will be the most productive in the neighbourhood.
1. Mr. Will E Krapp, 32 Crapton, Worcs
2. Mr Pooey Botbot, 54 Cackar Cuttings, Loosely, Beds
3. Mrs C Howie E Pharts, 74 Post Brior Place, Windover, Hunts
4. Ms Luce Motions, 2 Loo Lane, The Sewage Farm, Slops
5. Fraulein (Big) Bertha, Sturmfahrt Strasse, Frankfart, Wet Germany
6. Mr Phil Bucket, 1 Dung Down, Back Passage, Welyn Garden Shitting
Do not break this chain One man didn't give a shit, and lost his entire garden.