I remember the cold and windy days during the winter season and living in the rural part of Edgefield County, South
Carolina. I recall living in a three-room house, which had a tin top, wood floors, and there were cracks so wide that
you could see the ground beneath the floor. There was no running water, no electricity, and our bathroom was an
outhouse out back (several yards away from the house). We used trash burners (heaters) and a wooden stove to
cook our food. Most of the heat in the house came from a fireplace. The fireplace was used for many different things.
I remember my grandmother raking back the coals and placing a sweet potato amidst the ashes, and recovering
them.
When spring arrived, the challenge began. Tilling the soil behind a mule was a slow and painful ordeal, not as bad as
having to haggle with the store in town, approximately five miles away, to get the seeds and the fertilizers that you
needed, mostly on credit. After planting, the battle began between you and the insects. If you planted cotton, it was
bowl weevil. If it was corn, cabbage, tomatoes, beans, it was the worms and crows that you had to battle with.
After the plants grew, then came the layby season, that's when you take a plow and rap dirt around the stalks of the
plant, so that they would grow to harvesting size. Then came harvesting, if you harvested potatoes, you had to turn
them over carefully, not to tear up the potatoes, then you had the job of building a potato bank. When you harvested
the beans, you allowed them to dry, placed them on a sheet, and wack on the sheet, so that the beans would
separate from the shells (tough job). If you harvested cotton, you had to pick it with your back bent, which was always
a painful position, and all in the dead heat of the summer.All this was done without modern machinery.
Our water supply came from a spring over a half-mile away from the house. I carried water in two five-gallon buckets,
and when we bathed, which was once a week, I had to make several trips to fill up the ten-gallon tub, and our soap
was homemade.
We had no car, so we walked to town on Saturday afternoon to be whistled off the streets at 7 p.m. Times were hard.
I guess you are wondering why I am writing about growing up on a rural farm in South Carolina. Sisters and brothers,
what I learned on this farm, we are going to need in the near future. There will be a shortage of food, clothes, clean
drinking water, money, fuel, and medical supplies.
I am a Prophet of God, and God has shown me what will take place within the next five years. Oh, you may say that I
am a crackpot, or some old crazy preacher, but remember, I prophesied the economic collapse that we are enduring
at this present time. The Bible says "You'll know that the Lord sent the prophet, when what the prophet says comes
to pass." Just wait.
Learn to discern the signs of the times.