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(from Don Bilyeu)
I don't care about a canned tomato to this day.
It was a revolving table that went around all the time. I remember this one — it was a truck, a big truck — big, two-ton, long wheel-base, flatbed truck that came out of Arkansas.
And he’d always bring crates of tomatoes to sell. But then he would also have a load of the stoutest women I ever saw in my life.
Out of Arkansas.
Big women — big, strong women. I guess they split rails or something the rest of the time. But they would come and they’d peel. And each one of them — each woman that was peeling — was assigned a number.
And they'd have three buckets with that number on it.
And as the tomatoes would come around to the fella where they scalded them, where they could peel them, they’d dip that bucket up as it went around.
Then the woman would peel out of that bucket into another bucket. And that’s the way they got paid, by the pound.
And my job was to weigh them buckets as they come around. I’d take the bucket off and weigh it, and then a fella there by me would take it and dump it into the canner.
And there was a woman that set there and she wrote down the number and how much it weighed.
But the women wouldn’t scatter them out. It was just a big conveyor, but the buckets might come around — three or four that wouldn't have anything — and then there’d be all of them just tight as they could get them; all together right there.
Well, we couldn’t get them all off.
You could get part of them, but you couldn't get all of their peeled tomato buckets off.
Well, if you didn't get their bucket off and it went back on around, pretty soon they run out of tomatoes to peel. And they’d just have to stand there. They wasn't making no money.
And it would make them awful mad.
Oh, it was hot in there. Steamy and just terrible hot. And once in awhile, a woman would pass out. They'd drag her out.
I seen this big woman — she jumped that conveyor. And they used what they called a tomato spoon. It kinda looked like a teaspoon, but it was sharp as a razor. And they'd core the tomatoes with it.
She jumped that conveyor belt. She come over there and she grabbed me by the shirt and picked me plumb up off the ground.
She stuck that tomato spoon up there at my throat and said, “My bucket come by one more time, I'm cutting your throat.” That old kid that dumped them was standing there he kinda laughed and she grabbed him.
I asked her, “What number is your bucket?” And she told me and then she left. And he said to me, “What number did she say her bucket was?” And he was white as a sheet. I told him. And he said “I'll help you watch for it.”
But it was 75 cents every hour.
That was pretty good money back then.
— recorded December 14, 2008
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August 15, 2009