Well, we started off yesterday morning at 8:30 at Century, Florida.
Century is a town that is primarily a sawmill town, and it's on the
Florida - Alabama line.
The first fellow that I saw I had to lure down off a power pole. He
kept trying to get a word in and I kept talking to him about my running
for the United States Senate and finally he got an opportunity to break
in and tell me he was from Alabama. I just told him I sure hoped he
had some Florida friends to pass the word on to.
We talked with a number of people in Century and had breakfast there.
At first they wanted to talk only about the 800-mile plus walk before
me, but then everybody started telling me about the Jay hill which lay
ahead of me on the way to Jay.
I don't believe it was more than three or four miles but it looked like
eight miles when I started up. The word was that if I could make it
up the Jay hill, the trip would be coasting the rest of the way to the
Keys. I thought I had made it up and stopped to rest. About that time
Officer Wood, a highway patrolman who used to be stationed in Lakeland,
came by and stopped to see what I was doing there. He broke it to me
that I was only halfway up the hill. It was kind of a blow cause I hadn't
realized that when the road curved ahead, I'd have another half of the
hill to traverse.
They're breaking ground for their crops up here and the wind is blowing
good and hard so everything is red sand and red dust. By the time I
walked into Jay I looked like a red man. I met John Pittman at the electric
co-op here and I think he felt so sorry for me my hair looking
so bad and I had so much dust on my face he decided to take me
home to dinner. I went to his house and we had collard greens and fried
chicken and dressing and rice and apple popovers for dessert. I can
tell you one thing: I haven't had an appetite like that in a long time.
I had all that dinner and then finished up with another piece of chicken
for dessert.
I reached Jay about noon and after I had lunch it looked like it was
starting to rain, so I went to the livestock auction. That worked out
real well because there were some 200 farmers there. By the time I got
there, the bottom had fallen out a real cloudburst. It would have
been impossible to walk the streets of Jay and visit with the people.
There was a break in the auction and I was able to get on the microphone
and give them a little talk about my campaign, to tell them why I was
walking and talking through the state of Florida. And I had a good opportunity
not only to talk but to do some listening. I found out a lot about the
problems of the row farmer.
The people are trying to raise wheat and soy beans up here and one them
was telling me that of a loaf of bread, the farmer himself gets about
two and a half cents; and with their costs for fertilizer, help and
tractors and everything going up continually, they're really caught
in a squeeze. They're particularly hurt by the high interest rates,
having to borrow a lot of money every year to make their crops. They're
very disturbed with the government buying wheat and corn in other parts
of the country and holding it till they're ready to put theirs on the
market. Then the government starts to sell their holdings and that breaks
the market. It keeps them from being able to make a profit. They don't
want to see government controls and yet they feel that is the way they're
heading unless they can get together in some kind of co-op and do more
to see that the farmer gets a decent price for his goods and that all
the profits aren't taken up by the middleman and the people handling
the end product.
They had a lot of good looking livestock hogs and cattle. Prices
for them seemed to be pretty good. The row farmer is the one who's really
having a tough time of it. It's great to have my feet on the ground
and to be with good Florida people, to learn from them and to tell them
of my ideas. This day has certainly confirmed my belief that there is
a crying need to bring more of our government back closer to home and
to the people it is intended to serve.