“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…


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.


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!


Published in: on January 15, 2016 at 12:10 pm  Comments (5)  
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Living In High Cotton…

Standing in the cotton field


Yep, you could say that we are currently living in “high cotton”!  No, we are not rich–the term”high cotton” is sometimes used in the south to describe a “well to do person”.   Instead,  we are living behind one of the largest fields of cotton that I have ever seen in my life!  I am telling you–this cotton is huge! 

Originally, the family farm consisted of a house, about an acre of yard, and 29 acres of farmland.  Over the years, several members of the family have taken small pieces of the field and established our homes on them.  The bulk of the field is still located in the middle of all of our residences.  My husband and I, hubby’s brother and his wife, and our daughter and her family all live on the back side of the field.  My mother-in-law’s house, and my oldest son’s residence are located on the front side of the property. 

Ed’s daddy originally farmed the land for many years.  Eventually, he began to lease the land out for farming.  Through the years we’ve had a variety of farm crops grown in front of us.  Back in the day, corn used to be the crop of choice, then later rye and soybeans took its place.  Last year the farmer planted peanuts–for the first time since we’ve been living here (33 years).  This year we are experiencing another first time crop–cotton!  

a young cotton blossom


a more mature cotton blossom


 I was thrilled when I discovered that cotton was growing in front of us!  If you have to look at something the entire summer, it helps if you like the crop.  The bushes are very pretty, and they are covered with two different colors of blossoms!  Even the leaves are shaped pretty.  Later, when the bush withers and dies, it will still be covered with those beautiful white bolls of cotton.  I think fields of cotton are beautiful in autumn, so I will be eagerly anticipating the fall!  It’s been years since I’ve picked a boll of cotton, I think I’ll have to go out and pick one to keep.  This may well be the last year that anything is grown in the field.  Sadly, things are changing here on the family farm.. 


In addition to my regular post, I am linking up with Java at http://www.nevergrowingold.blogspot.com for ‘Meet Me On Monday”.  It’s a chance for  bloggers to get to know one another a little bit better. 

1. What is your favorite kind of doughnut?  My regular readers probably already know the answer to this question…I love those large, bakery-fresh doughnuts that my hubby brings home from work–the ones covered with chocolate and nuts!

2. How often do you pray? I don’t pray nearly as often as I ought to, but I try to pray at least once daily.

3. What is your favorite kind of music?  I love all kinds of music, excluding rap (which I don’t consider music), but I generally listen to country music most of the time.

4. What do you order when you eat Chinese food?  I don’t care for Chinese food, I’ve only eaten it twice.

5. Would you rather snowboard in the winter or swim in the summer?  Well, since I live deep in the south, I’d have to say swim in the summer.  I’ve never experienced much snow…and I don’t think I could or would snowboard in winter, even if we had enough snow.

Published in: on August 22, 2010 at 10:32 pm  Comments (14)  
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