Recollections of an impoverished rural childhood
Glenn Hollar describes his upbringing in this excerpt. His recollections create a vivid image of an impoverished rural childhood, sharing a drafty log cabin with eight other siblings.
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Oral History Interview with Gladys and Glenn Hollar, February 26, 1980. Interview H-0128. Southern Oral History Program Collection (#4007) in the Southern Oral History Program Collection, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
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When I grew up my mother,
she'd rent pastures out for cotton. And hoe it and pick the
cotton for a third of it, to buy clothes with for the kids. And my
daddy, what little he made in the shop, would take in what he made, too.
He was in the shop then.
- JACQUELYN HALL:
Your mother would do what?
- GLENN HOLLAR:
She'd rent maybe two or three acres, whatever she felt she
could work, and hoe it. And then we'd plant it and plow it
and everything, but she'd hoe it. And
we picked the cotton, and we'd sell it. She'd get
a third of whatever it brung. That's how we'd buy
our clothes and things to go to school. There was nine of us.
We'll, there was eleven; there was two dead, but there was
nine still living. As we'd get a little bigger and the other
ones come along, we'd tend to them while she was working in
the field. around in the dirt; even dirt can
feel good to little ones. If we tried to go through it now,
we'd never make it. And I know out here, one brother popped
his hand on the stove one time and burned it. We had an awful time with
him. You had to put up with what you could get a-hold of. We lived out
here in a log house, and we had a little stairway that went up. Me and
my oldest brother slept up there in the wind. The mud between the logs
was old, and it'd drop out, you know, dry. I woke up more
than one time with snow on the bed. But I was still warm.
You'd get up and go down them stairs with your pants in your
hand, just might near freeze. And head for the kitchen stove, get right
back in the corner where you'd stay warm. You'd
walk to school. We went to school out here, this old schoolhouse. A path
come up through the pasture back through there. You walked everywhere
you went, in snow, and you didn't miss a day;
you'd go every day. And then I got out here I went to work,
and I'd walk to work. That was every day.