From “A Perfectly Logical Explanation,” published by the Kalamazoo, Mich., Gazette, 2002
Goldonna, Louisiana, 2019 (Michael Chevy Castranova)
My father-in-law has put his hands to many chores in the past 76 years of his life.
He tells me when he was a young boy during the Great Depression he picked cotton by hand, in fields not far from where he lives today — in north central Louisiana. He and my wife’s mother work their subsistence farm of potatoes and peas and other vegetables not near any main roads with traffic lights, but out in the woods.
For most of his adult years Audrey worked for the federal government, marking trees so the timber companies would know whether they legally could be cut.
Timber still is one of the few occupations here in Winn Parish, in some form or another. The Stone Container Company, the major employer, supplies shopping bags to the Wal-Mart in Winnfield and elsewhere in the region. You often can hear the eighteen-wheelers barreling along out on the road, carrying their cut trees to the paper mill.
Tonight my father-in-law, long retired from the tree-marking business, is putting his hands to another chore. Once a week for the past fifteen or so years or so he climbs into his pickup truck and drives over to the Backwoods Inn.