Laurinburg, N.C., July 10, 1925
Dear Mr. Sherrill:
Just a few lines to let you know that I am off for a short vacation and a visit to my son, William at Laurinburg. This is a fine little town, about 18 miles below Hamlet on the Seaboard Air Line railroad, with about 3,500 inhabitants, who are all busy folks. The crops are fine. Cotton is waist high and loaded with bolls. The farmers are all dusting their cotton. I saw the airplane at work this morning. To see the plane at work you getup at 3 o’clock in the morning while there is dew on the plant. They dust with this plane about 600 acres per day.
The cantaloupe season is on now. I drove out to the field where there were about 50 negroes picking and a white man calling “Hurry!” all the time, and believe me, they certainly were hurrying. The cantaloupes are picked in baskets and carried to the wagon and emptied in sacks, and when the wagon is loaded, it is driven to the packing shed, where the sacks are emptied into bins, where there are lots of hands packing the crates and others nailing the lids on the crates, and a number of young men checking and marking up the crates These melons are near ripe. They are ready to eat in about six days after being crated. They (also) ship cucumbers, watermelons, onions, and a lot of fine peaches. This cantaloupe field I saw yesterday had 60 acres in it, and they say the crop is fine.
Corn is fine and in full roasting ear—more corn planted than ever before. The ats(?) crop was good. The fields that were planted in oats have a fine crop of peas, knee high and a fine sight. They have had plenty of rain.
I will close, hoping to be at home Tuesday, and will tell more about the trip when I see you.
Victor Caldwell
From page 5 of the Concord Daily Tribune, Monday, July 13, 1925
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