Both my grandparents immigrated from Russia as Volga Germans. During World War II, our ethnic church was asked to help with the harvest of grapes and peaches. My mother, brother and I and my aunts and cousins worked in the peach harvest.
I was the youngest of the kids. We were cutting peaches for drying and they called me "Jimmy Do Little." The next year they called me "Jimmy Do Little More."
The point of this story is with the Japanese Americans in camps and the young men fighting the war, these peaches could not have been harvested without the help of "Mexican workers." It was good for the United States and good for Mexico.
James E. Lindegren
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