America: “... Beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, for purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain.” She is what Jaybird called her: the good land God gave us
Upon returning home to the Mississippi Delta after overseas military service, Dad put me to work as farm manager, labor supervisor, and bookkeeper. As harvest season approached that first year, he said, “Son, we’ve got a fine cotton crop that must be gathered before fall rains set in. You’ll replace me as gin manager; I’ll tend to the harvest. Jaybird knows all about that gin and will show you the works.”
