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Bedsole History from 1673 With Documentation - NCGenWeb

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For those <strong>Bedsole</strong>s fortunate enough to own their own land, harvest-time meant they picked, hauled, traded,<br />

stored and sold their produce and crops, for cash and/or trade-goods. But the vast majority of them, like us,<br />

ended up being share-croppers.That means they would work all year for a landowner and when the crops<br />

were harvested and sold in the fall and the costs deducted, the landowner would theoretically share the<br />

difference with the sharecropper. However, since the landowner had made advance arrangements with a<br />

store owner to allow the farmer a specified amount of credit during the year for food, clothing, and farming<br />

tools, the cost of all that had to be deducted <strong>from</strong> the profits before any profit was divided between them.<br />

In sharecropping, the landowner would guarantee payment in the fall to the store owner and the farmer was<br />

always forced to almost starve his family because the landowner would set such a low credit limit, such as<br />

$300 for the entire year. Even back then, that was not a lot of money. The farmer simply could not adequately<br />

provide for his family on such a small pittance. Imagine, $25 a month for 12 people, which was to pay for any<br />

and all expenses.<br />

Therefore, hunting and fishing were meaningful activities, for acquiring meat. In addition, the landowner and<br />

storekeeper but not the farmer, kept “the record” all year, since the farmers could neither read nor write, this<br />

left the storekeeper and landowner free to overcharge the poor farmers, whatever they could get away with.<br />

But, that’s how share-cropping was done and had been done as far back as anyone could remember. My<br />

own parents also were typical share-croppers their whole lives and that’s how we lived. In late 1926, when<br />

his own father died, my dad, being the oldest son and responsible for his fathers estate, entered into verbal<br />

agreements with a store owner in Alabama, who eventually foreclosed on him and took all my grandfathers<br />

land, eleven houses and property and left us no choice but to become share-croppers.<br />

This did not mean a lot of difference in living for us, though. Although my dad could probably have prevailed<br />

in court in this case, he was very ignorant of the law and procedures and his word was his bond.<br />

Unfortunately, he assumed everyone else was like that too. Very big mistake.<br />

PAGE THIRTY TWO<br />

That was and still is, a very big, very costly, and very sad mistake. One I still make myself, which gives you<br />

some indication of my level of stupidity and total lack of intelligence. Anyway, share-cropping meant the<br />

landowners made their living, fortunes as it were, and very existence easier by riding on the backs of the<br />

poor, ignorant,desperately starving sharecroppers. In their despicable ignorance, the <strong>Bedsole</strong> share-croppers<br />

were horribly mistreated in that regard <strong>from</strong> the beginning, until they quit being sharecroppers about 1950,<br />

after this country became industrialized..<br />

"Settling up" though, was something which was done about the end of December, every year. I was fourteen<br />

or fifteen when I was finally allowed to go to one with my oldest brother, Bill. We went to the landowner's<br />

house, went inside and sat down with him at the table. He got out a shirt-pocket sized notebook and started<br />

adding up the "costs". Since the way to settle up, was for the landowner and he alone, to determine how<br />

much the farmer owed, we just stood there as he read off the endless list. Once my brother said he didn't<br />

remember picking up four hundred pounds of fertilizer. Bill said it was three hundred pounds and the land<br />

owner immediately flew into a rage. How dare Bill question him. "There it was in black and white" in that<br />

notebook.<br />

In the end, as was the custom, the landowner told Bill he still owed three hundred fifty dollars, above what<br />

the “profits” were, and how we would have to stay and farm another year for him. As Bill and I were walking<br />

back home in the dark, although I was young, I was astounded and appalled at the obvious, total scalping we<br />

had just witnessed. I began to question Bill mercilessly about the total lack of evidence and how in the world

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