On February 14, 1912, Arizona became a state.
That's not that long ago.
My grandfather came to Arizona when it was still a territory. He jumped a freight train to get here, picked cotton, sold vegetables from a cart, delivered mail and later, shortly before statehood, started farming.
The place is still, in various respects, a frontier state but we've come a long way from the days when people slept outdoors at night to beat the summer heat and the local irrigation canals doubled as swimming holes.
What a difference a mere century makes.
2 comments:
Did your grandfather end up consulting other farmers on how they can raise their crops with more efficiency and utilizing the day-laborers better?
Dan,
That's funny!
A woman at a farm around a mile away told me that he could hear my grandfather yelling at his kids to get their chores done. [It was a different form of consulting.] Most of his day laborers were related to him.
Michael
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