As those of you who have purchased my novel, The Bottle Tree , know the setting for it is a turpentine (pronounced turp-m-time by the black workers) camp in the early part of the 20th century.
Working and living in a turpentine camps was a hard way to live and a harder way to make a living. The work was hot and brutal and the workers stayed in debt to the "company store" never making enough to pay the bill and live on for long enough to find other work.
While I was getting ready for my table at the Natchitoches-NSU Louisiana Folklife Festival this weekend I came across a couple of blues songs about life in the "turpmtime" forest.
This song by legendary bluesman Tampa Red will be playing while the PowerPoint presentation runs showing pictures from that life.