“In Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home”…

Almost three months ago, I started this blog post.  Then, Ed had his heart attack, the day after, and I never got around to finishing it.  Recently I discovered the post, sitting in my drafts, and recalled that day we trudged through the briers and brambles to take these pictures.  So much has happened since that day, but I digress…  Enjoy the post and the pictures!

I mentioned, earlier in the week, how Ed and I planned to take some pictures in the cotton field across the road from where we live, but discovered the farmer was already harvesting the cotton when we got ready to take our pictures.  Determined, and not to be out done, we discovered another field of cotton about a mile down the highway from us…

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This cotton field is special because it’s on a farm belonging to some of Ed’s cousins.  The farm originally belonged to Ed’s Uncle Paul, who was Ed’s daddy’s only brother. Unfortunately, Uncle Paul was killed about thirty-five years ago in a tragic accident.

Late one night, Uncle Paul’s teenage son, Joey, missed the driveway as he attempted to turn off of the highway in front of their house. Paul got on his tractor and was attempting to get Joey’s vehicle out of the ditch in front of their house, when he was struck (while on the tractor, I think) by a passing motorist.  It was late at night, and the motorist didn’t see Uncle Paul or the tractor until it was too late.  Paul died instantly.

The night of the accident is forever burned in my memory because Ed’s parents were on a camping trip with my family, and us, the night the accident happened.  We were all awakened from our sleep by a Georgia State Patrol, telling Ed’s parents there had been an accident and they needed to go home.  We didn’t know who was in the accident, and were so afraid it was one of Ed’s two brothers.

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Several years after Paul’s death, son, Joey, was killed, too, in a motorcycle accident, not far from the family farm.  A dog ran out in front of him, causing him to lose control of his bike.  He wasn’t wearing a helmet, at the time, and he died instantly.

Uncle Paul’s wife, Betty, continued to live on the family farm, for many years.  Her sister, Lucy, eventually moved here from Florida, and lived in a residence on the family farm, too.  For many years, Betty and Lucy did everything together.  They were inseparable.  Then Aunt Betty came down with Alzheimer’s, and, after a long battle with it, finally passed away a couple of years ago.  Her sister, Lucy, passed away last month.

Paul and Betty also had two daughters, and both of them own and live on the family farm, today. The daughters took turns staying with their mother while she battled Alzheimer’s, and helped see about their Aunt Lucy, as well. One sister lives in the old family home, where she grew up, while the other lives in a residence located on the back of the property.

It’s great to have these pictures of Ed and me in “them old cotton fields back home”, but they’re made even more special by the family history involved.  By the way, this cotton field was harvested, too, not long after these pictures were taken!

 

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  1. Oh my! What a tragic story. However, I love the picture of you in the cotton field.

  2. I enjoy how you connect family history with your day-to-day life,

  3. How interesting and tragic! I’m glad you found the draft and finished it, Kathy! The photos are wonderful!!

  4. What a sad story.

  5. One of our TAs had a story that started out like yours (with the cotton fields…and then driving down the road to another one for pictures), but when they stopped, she fell and broke her arm.
    What tragic stories. 😦


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