When I was a young girl I helped my grandpa pick cotton. It is hard work. Grandpa who was born in the late 1800's also did all his own plowing using a mule. He caught rabbits in a trap, and drew water from a well. Times were hard for him and my grandmother. They raised ten kids. I am glad he gave me memories of what life was like for him because it makes me thankful for an easy life.
Not something we'd do here in England. Hard times seem to be different for different people; I would call hard times not being able to afford to put a meal on the table whereas my better off sister-in-law classes hard times as not being able to have more than one holiday abroad a year. I guess it's all relative. Wonderful photo btw..Rx
So true Ruth... do we have the same Sister In Law? ... ha! she will kill me if she ever finds this.It is a great thought provoking picture, a sneak back to what some might call 'The Good Old Days' other will remember them as something completely different.Great Picture. I look forward to nipping back and reading the comments about this.
Hi Dot, Great blog!Best WishesSonora x
The sisters grew up too far north to pick cotton. Larry's grandmother went to the 'bottoms' in the fall and picked cotton with crews. They would stay until it was picked and go back to the Mts.
Never picked cotton Dot.I grew up in the UK, and every summer school holiday, when we getting bored and wanted pocket money we would go pea picking, or black currant picking. But it wasn't to put bread on the table, and I think the conditions were more comfortable..not so hot.
I personally have never picked cotton but I know many of my relatives on my momma's side did as they are all from The Deep South. I do remember being extremely poor, though, growing up as a kid. We sometimes could only afford one meal a day. All my clothes were given to us by other families. And we could not afford a television until I was 7 years old. Going thru hard times makes you appreciate what you do have and makes you work that much harder.
I've never picked cotton since we don't have cotton fields here in my part of the country...I remember my two oldest brothers going to southern Ontario to pick tobacco, though, but I don't know how much they made a summer. xox
I've never picked cotton but I remember every summer with my grandparents we helped all the neighbors pick their gardens!
I have never picked cotton before either Dot. But I have seen this sign you posted at Butler's Mill in Graham, Alabama. I have seen cotton fields too and they are so pretty.
I've never picked any crops in order to earn money, only to reap what I've sown myself. It's got to be one of the hardest ways to make a living.
Dot,I've missed 'talking' to you this week....We lived in the country the first 6 years of my life. We didn't farm but our neighbors did and their children picked cotton, so I wanted to. My Mama made me a cotton picking sack and sent the money to pay me with...I think I earned about 28 cents.....
Never picked cotton but I've heard it is an awfully hard job and kills your finger...raspberries, stawberries, apples...those I've picked...that was fun....and fun to eat!
No, I've never picked cotton but when I think about it I picture the scene in the movie Places in the Heart...I loved that movie and could watch it over and over again!:)
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