My father had 7 siblings and growing up during the depression they all worked on the farm plowing for the crops, chopping and picking cotton, etc. When he wasn’t working the farm, my father also sold tamales on the sidewalks of a small town in south-central Mississippi.
Always looking for a way to make a little money, he and his brothers got caught by a R/R inspector taking used railroad ties from the right of way…2X. A “play” on the pronunciation of a fake name they gave the inspector, Johnson vs Johnston, got them out of trouble with the R/R the second time 😁
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