THE DEMONSTRATION WORK 



when the supply of worms became scarce in her patch, she 

 went to work in her neighbor's field. 



Mrs. Moore op Alabama 

 From the County Home Demonstration Agent's Report. 



' ' It gets at one 's heart strings when the real story of this 

 mountain woman is told. She was born, and reared in moun- 

 tain poverty and had few opportunities as a girl. She married 

 and lived until she was a grandmother in a rude cabin at the 

 entrance of Big Cove. Few neighbors came by and her life 

 was as dull and monotonous as life can be back in the moun- 

 tains until she learned of a demonstration to be given at a 

 school five miles away. She walked to that meeting and got 

 a new vision. She went home and in her rude way tried to 

 follow what she had heard that day. I shall never forget my 

 first visit to her home. It was a three room house made of 

 logs and clay chinked. The roof was full of holes and the floor 

 bare and full of cracks. There were two beds in every room, 

 home made beds of pine slats nailed together, and chairs of the 

 same make. There were no screens, no window panes even 

 and the only thing one could find that looked like a home was 

 a row of canned fruit in a closet. She pointed proudly to 

 that and told about the meeting she attended the year before 

 when she learned to can. 



I noticed four yellowed and worn Government bulletins 

 hanging on the wall, and she told me they had been given her 

 at that meeting. She had been afraid to leave them on the 

 table for fear some of the children might tear them so they 

 were nailed on the wall at eyes ' level. 



The neighbors came in and read them but she had never 

 been able to lend one of her treasures. She listened eagerly to 

 all that she could do if she joined a Home Demonstration Club 



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