“Growing up in Farmville, I thought it was a rite of passage to work in the tobacco fields during the summer. My mom, aunt, and grandparents had all spent time driving tractors or working in the barns; I assumed that I would eventually do my time as well. As I grew older, I began to realize that the fields surrounding our town were no longer teeming with tobacco, but rather a mix of corn, cotton, and soybeans. Farmville was changing, the tobacco industry slowly departing, only leaving the roadside barns and a historic legacy behind...”
