December 2009
Happy days in the cotton field Last fall, my niece Louise DeBerry and her son and I were riding near Rowland when we passed fields of cotton ready to be gathered. It was so pretty. I am 89 years old now, but I could hardly wait to get out of the car. Louise and I pretended to pick cotton while Phil took our picture. It sure brought back happy days. I broke a small limb and put it in a Coke bottle. I still have it. When we were children and grandkids we always picked cotton in the fall. Mama made us all sacks with a strap to go over our shoulders. She used sugar sacks and flour sacks for the smaller ones. We worked hard because we knew that the end of the week Dad would weigh each sack of cotton, and we would get paid. Boy, a nickel looked big back then! Those were happy, carefree days that children don’t have now. We also learned how to work. Dad never pushed anyone. If we didn’t try, it was simple: we didn’t get the money. Lucille Haywood, Rockingham, Pee Dee EMC |
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