During my early childhood, the cotton on our farm as well as that of our neighbors was harvested by hand. I picked a little cotton, but not enough to pretend the hot work shaped my outlook on life. However,...
Growing up on a small West Tennessee cotton farm, I remember many good and bad experiences. I was born and raised in one of those big white frame two-story houses with my brother and me sleeping upstairs.
In the summertime,...
Like many kids growing up in the Missouri Bootheel, cotton was the center of our lives. It drew the whole community together. From everyday lunches at the local grocery store to “cotton tales” so memorable they have lived on...
