True story. My ex-wifes grandmother was the daughter of a sharecropper who grew tobacco. Start of WWI a friend wrote her dad that if he came to California his friend could get him a job. Well her old man sold everything, bought a broken down car, and drove the family to Santa Clara. When they got to California she remembers her absolute joy when she asked her mother where the tobacco fields were and her mother told her they don't grow tobacco in California.