The Southern pattern was that every farm or plantation would have their family cemetery.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

It's partly the Southernization of America, in that the Southern working-class version of redneck is becoming the national version, and it's good-natured, it has humor and, in some ways, it's a performance.

In the fall term of 1933-34 I was on my family farm in Maine.

I have spent my life reassembling the family farm.

The small family farm is dying; people's lives are being dislocated.