As a kid, in the '50s and 60s; living in P.R., my father has a tobacco farm and we work all day in 80 degree heat taking care of the plantation.I remember coming home from school and staying up to 2:00 A.M. doing other chores with the tobacco,, after we finish, hot chocolate an crackers with homemade butter was our snack before we when to bed. Memories!
