Books [Fish, Hominy and Cotton]
July would like to own an automobile so that he and Mary could “take uh ride out once in uh while and go to church in bad weather.” But he knows that a car is beyond his reach and he makes himself content with his mule and cart. “Some people ain't even got cart. I thank God for what I got,” July says.
He has been going downhill financially since he returned from New York and the end is not yet in sight. Trying to stretch one hundred and fifty dollars to meet a six hundred dollar budget has him worried considerably. “I can't see no way for me to recruit up,” July tells his white friends. “Everybody knew there ain't nothing in a small farm. Cotton scarcely bring ten cent uh pound, and just try for find job 'round this country now. I back in my tax, and God only know when I had uh new suit or when Mary put on new dress. Chillun kind can run 'round almost naked in the summer, but they need something for cover their hide come winter. All of um need clothes.”
The Geddes on the whole have not been a sickly family but they have had their share of illness, and the problem of providing adequate medical care for the group has always been a pressing one. Unless one of them becomes desperately ill, a doctor is never called. The nearest physician is across the river, eighteen miles away, and charges five dollars a visit, exclusive of drugs. The