ur story begins nearly sixty-one years ago outside of South Boston
Virginia as twelve-year-old Ken Laird drove his mule wagon through
tight rows of sticky, fit-to-be-harvested tobacco leaves. As the gooey
bundles were thrown up onto the wagon, little Ken led his mule team to
the curing barn. It was there, with his grandmother, great uncles and
cousins, they would stoke smoky curing fires for their prized tobacco.
Ken would be the third generation Laird to carry on the farming
tradition. Read more...
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By: Robert Delaney
Start: January 19, 2010 12:00AM