“. often in the heat of noonday, leaning on a hoe, looking across valleys at the mountains, so blue, so close, my only conscious thought was, How can I ever get away from here? How can I get to where they have books,where I can be educated? I worked hard, always waiting for something to happen to change things. There came a time when I knew I must make them happen; that no one would do anything aboutit for me. And I did.”
