Text 6117, 76 rader
Skriven 2006-10-02 21:35:00 av Barbara McNay (1:382/48)
   Kommentar till text 6071 av hap newsom (1:275/311)
Ärende: Cotton picking
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 > Hey Barbara!

 >->  > cotton by hand). The one good memory I have of cotton
 >->  > season is when I
 >->  > was too young to pick and got to ride on my mom's sack
 >->  > as she dragged it up
 >->  > and down the rows....not unitl I began picking my own
 >->  > did I realize what a
 >->  > bummer that must have been for her! (grin)
 >->  >->  >->
 >->-> Heheh!  Well, at least she knew where you were.
 >->  >->  >->
 >>  > Yep and I was a scamp as a kid...she needed to keep an
 >>  > eye on me (grin)
 >->  >->
 >->  >-> And with that "attractive nuisance" of a sack, she didn't need eyes i
 > n
 > the
 >->  >
 >->  > back
 >->  >-> of her head to know what you were up to!
 >->  >->
 >->  > She was always **AFRAID** of what I was up to!
 >->
 >-> Uhoh.  My imagination isn't that good that I can picture a never-seen fiel
 > d
 > of
 >-> cotton being manually picked, and the possibilities for mischief seen by a
 >-> young boy being towed around on a sack therein.  Care to enlighten us?
 >->
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 > My mother comes from a large southern Farming
 > family....so I had a whole
 > pack of cousins who were right around my age...about 5
 > or 6 who were within
 > a year of me and we ran like a pack of wild dogs. If
 > we weren't IN trouble we
 > were doing something that would get us there in a
 > hurry (grin). For example
 > the cotton was kept in a huge barn once it was picked
 > weighed and emptied
 > into the wagons...and the temptation to jump into all
 > that cotton from
 > waaaay up high in the barn was often more than we

Heh.  I had friends who had a farm of sorts and another whose family trained
show horses, so I got a little taste of the "rural" life, even though they were
all within city limits.  I used to creep through tunnels in a hay loft, but I
wasn't brave enough to jump way down there on to the haystack.

 > could resist....even
 > aftere repeated whallopings we'd still sneak up into
 > the barn and jump into all
 > that clean white cotton...and get it filled with
 > twigs, sticks and dirt...which
 > dropped the price that was paid for it at the cotton
 > gin...we also loved to
 > chase the chickens...and pigs...the goats would butt

What, no rooster to chase you?  And I assume they were young pigs that you
chased.

 > us if we chased
 > them...so they were safe unless we could suprise 'em.
 > Also we had a habit of
 > running into my grandfather's tobacco patch and
 > hiding...those were BIIIIG
 > leaves! Or any myriad of other little things we could
 > get into if we weren't
 > being watched...and many times we weren't (chuckle).

Y'know, I raised just one kid, and I think that was the right number for me.
<g>

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