Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Adam Laboda--Polish Textile Worker #2]: a machine readable transcription.
Mr. Laboda appeared, still in working clothes but with his curly hair newly combed and face beaming. He lighted a cigarette in a holder and sat near the front window in his favorite rocking chair. In the kitchen voices could be heard, speaking Polish; the dark, good-looking wife and mother and an elderly Polish woman visitor with a kerchief over her head. The stairs to the second floor lead off the front room, for the tiny front hall is used as a coat closet. The two older daughters, home from work, soon came in to hang up their wraps. They are sturdy, buxom girls in their late 'teens or early twenties. Now and then the older son, who had visited Poland with his father, came to listen to his father's descriptions of the visit and reminded him of incidents.
“What we do for amusement when I am a boy in Poland? We played only about the yard or the barn, for we work very hard and long hours on the farm, all of us. There are so many in the family, eleven of