We were all poor together. We were all trying to make money anyway we could ‘cause anything helped. Our main food was oysters from Indian Pass or mullet out of the bay. We shared whatever we had. A lot of people went fishing. They were always looking for worms to buy for their fish bait. I was 9 or ten when my grandmother and I got a little business going. My mother would drive us out toward White City, about 4 miles, 3 miles at 7:30 in the morning and we’d have our ax to grunt with and a stob and it would vibrate…They had not drained the woods then. This was a wiregrass area with moist soil and we’d grunt and 100 or more worms would come up at a time and I’d try to see how many I could get. We’d grunt 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 quarts, a couple or three hours. We’d sell them for 50cents a quart. Today they cost 5 or 7 cents a piece. In a quart you probably had 1000 or so in there. But my daddy worked in a railroad shop and he made a nice little sign Fish Bait for Sale. We had a lot of people come by and buy fish bait.