Well, I haven't done it, but I think I understand. After the tobacco buyout, a local farmer (in NC) expanded his flue-cured operation to areas near my farm. Word at the barbershop is that he employed 60 Hispanic workers via the H2-A program to tend his 1,000-acre crop last year. I can understand why he couldn't find any locals to do the work.
My maternal grandfather had a very small tobacco enterprise. My Mom made my Dad promise that he would never grow tobacco before she agreed to marry him. He kept his word.
Steve
HOLY SMOKES, 1,000 acres of TOBACCO!!!! He would need more than sixty to cut, haul, and put that much in the barns. The guy that has 160 acres has thirty working for him. He built twelve huge barns on his place and rents all the others he can. 1,000 acres would require 200 huge barns. And that would be five acres per barn which is a lot to have burn up. If I remember correctly most barns around here hold between one or two acres. Dang, I cannot imagine tending the fires for all that! Plus all the slabs and sawdust required.
It must be air cured and not dark fired.
While we are talking about tobacco I know three more things few today would know about. First is firing tobacco, that is tending the smoldering fires under a crop in a barn to cure it. If you don't get everything just right the flames ignite the tobacco and you have lost fourteen months work and all your income for the year. That is one job I have never done. I helped my dad until about ten years old when he quit growing it.
Second is splitting tobacco. I have only done that once and made a mess out of it. Everybody changed from splitting to spiking about the time I started working in it.
Third is stripping tobacco. That is when you take the cured tobacco down out of the barn and put it, still on the sticks, in a building (or stripping shed) and spray it with water to get it "in order". Then everybody sits around in a circle and pulls the leaves off the stalk and uses a good bottom leaf to tie the tobacco into "hands".
Just typing this out has brought back a lot of memories that I would rather forget. My maternal grandmother stripped tobacco until she was in her late eighties or early nineties. She was good at it and people would go by and pick her up and take her home to get her to work. There were about a half dozen old ladies that were slow but good at the job and the people that hired them would have to make them stop to take a break or eat lunch.
I hate tobacco with a passion. Quit smoking thirty years ago, can't stand the smell now. And I absolutely hate chewing tobacco. The only way I would go into a tobacco field would be if somebody in my family were starving. Or I was on a tractor with a bushhog.
Another memory, anybody ever put burley in a barn. THAT is a man killer.
RSKY