I’m writing this article for a Facebook friend, David Jones, who in response to a post on Facebook about era of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, asked me to expand on that series of events. I have a number of newspaper clippings in scrapbooks about Roosevelt and the Great Depression, stored away. However I’m just going to write this extemporaneously from the top of my head as I recall.
I was born on a farm in Northeast Georgia, not too far from the Blue Ridge mountains. My parents were teenagers when I was born, therefore I had young paternal and maternal grandparents and lots of aunts,  uncles and cousins, I grew up around. All were farmers and landowners. Self-sustaining families, growing most of the food and cotton was the cash crop, referred to as King Cotton. It was a wonderful life growing up on that farm and I always felt such a sense of Freedom, as I roamed the farm, going to school and graduating from high school in the large county school everyone attended, riding a school bus every day.
As aunts and uncles graduated, some even younger than me, some attended college and became teachers and others went to work in the town of Commerce, where there were several cotton mills. Money was scarce, but those working in those mills always had money. I had chores to do on the farm, like drawing water from a spring, toting in firewood for the wood cookstove, and taking care of younger siblings, while my mom cooked, sewed, canned food, and processed meat for curing in the smoke house. Another chore was gathering eggs from the hen house, and helping my mom pick wild blackberries for jam and jelly canning. 
My mother made most of our clothes on an old pedal machine and quilted quilts for winter cover. We had beans, corn and etc., in a pressure cooker to carry us through the winter. We had no electricity, no phone, no running water, but we had a radio, and a newspaper every day. My aunts who worked in cotton mills had cars and came regularly with a load of stuff, like coffee, sugar, salt, cans of lye to make soap to wash clothes, and sometimes a toy or store-bought dress. It was always exciting to see them drive up out on the farm. We lived in a large house, which my great grandfather who fought in civil war built. Heat was from the fireplace. Light to study by was from oil lamps. And I still have the one I used.
I grew up in a world of plenty of everything I needed. Wonderful homegrown food and I grew up quite healthy. Without immunizations.
In the spring the thrashers came to process the wheat grown for flour. And in the fall corn gathered and taken to local mill for grinding for cornbread. In the fall cotton was gathered, taken to the gin and baled up for sale. Families of blacks were scattered around in small houses and helped work the farm. Never any problems, everyone worked together.
It was a good life and we had plenty of everything we needed. Not a lot of money but one grandfather quite wealthy with a lot of gold. My grandmother divorced him and I have her divorce papers, naming the amount of gold, and acreage she received in the divorce settlement.
I grew up in the thirties, and graduated from high school in 1942. Franklin Delano Roosevelt was President and he changed everything about life on the farm. He passed restrictive laws, and the most devastating one was restricting acreage to plant crops, which made it a struggle to make a living on the farm beginning in latter half of thirties.
Men were hired in each county to oversee the limited acreage assigned to farm. Not enough to survive and raise a family on.
So Roosevelt initiated a program called the WPA, and young men left the farm to work in WPA to survive. Then Roosevelt started World War Two and many young men joined the military to fight. Farm life totally changed, as laws of restrictions affecting all areas of farm life were enforced. I recall so many times hearing my parents curse Roosevelt. I lived through those years of depression he caused.
I left the farm after graduating from high school, moved to Atlanta and went to work for Sears Roebuck mail-order house in accounts payable and from there my life changed forever.
But those years growing up on a farm, in an era where farming life as we knew it was destroyed forever by President Roosevelt, a dyed in the wool socialist, stayed on for a third term and died at Warm Springs,  Georgia in 1945.
All presidents since have added bits and pieces of restrictive legislation to a once free America, and the current president is putting the finishing touches on the once land of the Free. But Franklin Roosevelt was the first really effective Socialist president.  He was loved by some and hated by others. Later on in the thirties, when we acquired a radio, I recall gathering around to hear his mesmerizing speeches and news about his fireside chats. My parents and grandparents hated and cursed him for the destructive toll he caused on life, causing the big depression.
This is just a capsule description about life during the Franklin Roosevelt regime of socialism as I recall it. Thank you David Jones for your interest and request on Facebook. On my website, many articles about various events in my life. Just recently, the Gainesville Times did an entire page story about me. I’ve had an interesting life, but now-a-days pretty much just stay home and write to encourage interest in saving this country and understanding Freedom.
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