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Twists Of Fate Guided Me To Cotton

It surely must be those indelible moments etched in youthful memories that somehow mold or guide us toward what we eventually become. For me, it could have been that family friend I visited often in McComb, Miss., on what many folks might call “Old McDonald’s Farm,” or possibly our annual summer vacation to Georgia where I picked peaches with my ... Read More »

Law of Physics and Economics

When I was invited to write this column, I was asked “to tell some stories of things, people and events you may have encountered through your career.” Quite frankly, some of those stories are best told and not written. I was blessed to have known and worked closely with many legends in the cotton industry, some departed: Drs. Bob Bridge, ... Read More »

Setting The Record Straight

The hardest part of writing this story is that even though I can remember it like yesterday, it happened 38 years ago. Well, at least the first part of it did. This recounting will attempt to set straight a couple of events that, over time and telling by folks other than myself, turned into a grand myth that’s better than ... Read More »

Not a Cotton Picker

Sporting a faded, floppy-brimmed fedora, Aunt Blanche would lay on the horn of her bob truck even though my older brother, Mike, and I were waiting for her on our front porch. We grabbed our new 9-foot-long Bemis Blue Cat cotton picking sacks made of heavy canvas with rubber dots on the bottom, and our paper bag lunches of rag ... Read More »

Oh Brother!

One of my first memories was the arrival of my brother, Tom, in the summer of 1968. I was not quite 2 years old, but somehow it sticks with me. Growing up in Belzoni, Miss., provided a great environment and many opportunities to create such memories, as the town at that time was to me much like Mayberry was to ... Read More »

Cotton Harvest And ‘Winner’ Suckers

When I look back on my childhood, it always seems that cotton was king of my memories. My family grew wheat, grain and cotton, but, for some reason, cotton holds the most memories for me. Grain harvest was always fun and if Mother or Daddy were driving a big truck, I’d be in the cab headed to the grain elevator. ... Read More »

The Dads You Didn’t Have to Be

The little blond boy was playing dug-out catch with another teammate, who suddenly asked about his dad. “I don’t have a dad,” the boy said. “You have to have a dad. Who do you play catch with?” the teammate asked. “I do have a mom,” the boy said. “She plays catch.” That conversation was held about 18 years ago. The ... Read More »