In the fall term of 1933-34 I was on my family farm in Maine.

I have spent my life reassembling the family farm.

The small family farm is dying; people's lives are being dislocated.

Well, I was born in El Paso, Texas, it was in the nearest hospital to the family farm.

The family farm is the foundation for who we are as a Commonwealth. And for over a century, the family farm in Kentucky has centered around one crop: tobacco.

My mother's family has been in Maine for over 300 years on the same farm. They have a King George III deed.