One grandfather was, for a time, a cotton farmer; the other grandfather was a cotton ginner. I remember heaping-full cotton trailers wobbling down two-lane roads whose edges were downy from errant bolls. But those days are gone. Cotton is now loaded into module builders in the field before it is compressed into a giant semi-trailer-sized brick which is covered with a tarp before being trucked away.
But those cotton trailers hauled more than cotton: off-season you could see them hauling household goods, and, since ginning season was, hopefully over by Halloween, they were ideal for hay rides.
No more.
What do you remember?
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| King Cotton has upgraded his ride. |
But those cotton trailers hauled more than cotton: off-season you could see them hauling household goods, and, since ginning season was, hopefully over by Halloween, they were ideal for hay rides.
No more.
What do you remember?
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