Publisher's Synopsis
The farmlands in Alabama 1947 the cotton fields were full of Black, White, and Latin woman picking cotton, dragging their babies on the cotton sacks, as they worked from sun up to sundown, and as their babies would cry out in hunger, one of the ladies would pick the child up and allow it to breast feed, if the child were theirs or not, times were hard and not much money, so everyone looked after each other as it should be even today, mom would always tell me, respect those that respect you, love those that show you love, and remember where you came from, as poverty knows no color, and always look up giving thanks to our Lord, with a song in your heart.
