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|Tobacco drying shed|
If you don’t have a family member who smokes cigars, you’ve probably never heard of Connecticut Valley-grown broad leaf wrappers.
When Cuba was famous for their hand-rolled cigars, the premium wrapper in the world was grown in Connecticut. Shaded fields filled the farms of northern Connecticut. Tobacco is on crop that draws its flavor from the soil. The plants have been planted in Mexico, the Dominican Republic, Costa Rico and other sites further south. They produce a useable leaf but it doesn’t have the flavor.
So, with the recent upsurge in cigar popularity, growers are opening the old fields.
In years past, the last weeks of high school had growers recruiting boys and girls to work in the tobacco fields for the summer. The farms would send a bus to pick up the workers in the early morning and return them around four pm.
This was in the days before itinerant farm workers and the guys were glad to do the hard job. They worked by the piece. A faster picker could bring home decent money.
The girls didn’t pick, they used a large needle threaded through the stems to make bunches that were then hung in the drying sheds.
My bother returned home filthy, covered in black dust from head to toe. He did this every summer until college.
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