In 1928, Charles Rawlings and his young wife, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, bought a large orange orchard in rural north Florida, where they planned to settle among the locals. In something of an unusual turn of events, the man disliked the backwoods place, the dank sweat of the land that could almost choke the very trees of their air, the hillbilly …
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