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Eddie, I saw by Papa's nod, lay on quilts and blankets on my left hand, or
southerly side, closer to the moon. Jeff had on his work pants and the same old
shirt. Eddie lay like a dead man in a thin suit of longhandle underwear. He held
his back ...
You maka tham be gooda to each other while I, me, Rio, am gone away." Rio left
without taking his blanket. I hid behind it to wait for him to walk up and get it, but
after five or six minutes, we knew that he had gone. I told Rina, "I don't believe it.
"Cleo says that she weeshed for us to sing thata verse to see iffa you woulda
know what ita means," Rina told us. "Some kinda dern blanket, some kind," I said.
"Sounds like an awful true song t' me. Awful big blanket. What kinda damn
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - folkfan - LibraryThing
Mostly written in 1947-1948, with additional material written in 1953. A partly fictionalized account of a road trip Woody took in the 1930s at the age of 19, along with his father, uncle, and brother. Read full review
Seeds of man: an experience lived and dreamedUser Review - Not Available - Book Verdict
Written in the 1940s and published posthumously in the 1970s, Guthrie's memoir recounts a gold-prospecting trip taken during his youth. LJ's reviewer praised Guthrie's effort as "full of compassion ... Read full review