tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post7534857979869280803..comments2024-03-27T14:25:35.242-04:00Comments on Heroes, Heroines, and History: Harvest Debbie Lynne Costellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16381517812227326616noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post-74388672885601454962017-09-19T22:53:28.990-04:002017-09-19T22:53:28.990-04:00Great information. I enjoy this post. Great information. I enjoy this post. Paula Shreckhisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05950258738360858885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post-33614261334619186422017-09-12T15:29:23.944-04:002017-09-12T15:29:23.944-04:00Cotton as a crop is really fascinating to people l...Cotton as a crop is really fascinating to people like me who are interested in textile history. I wince thinking of picking it by hand because of those "arrows" that surround the bolls. Stephanie Grace Whitsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02442621477644235666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post-30845978049328562402017-09-12T15:28:29.586-04:002017-09-12T15:28:29.586-04:00WOW ... no kidding about the work ethic! Whew! See...WOW ... no kidding about the work ethic! Whew! Seems to me that people who have actually done the work aren't nearly as nostalgic about "the good old days" as those who haven't LOL. Stephanie Grace Whitsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02442621477644235666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post-21772857955488841092017-09-12T08:50:54.260-04:002017-09-12T08:50:54.260-04:00Great post! Thank you for sharing! I was actually ...Great post! Thank you for sharing! I was actually a small town mouse. My uncle was a cotton farmer and I remember a few times riding with my aunt and brining a trailer load of cotton to the gin.Melanie Backushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09727406782355039525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271375082145370896.post-38669318916704679532017-09-12T08:25:17.642-04:002017-09-12T08:25:17.642-04:00I was born in a little rural town, and my dad THOU...I was born in a little rural town, and my dad THOUGHT he was a part time farmer, but he really wasn't when you talk about Nebraska. Any venture my dad tried, I had to do a good share of the work, so with the vegetable garden I weeded, with chickens I cleaned cages and gathered eggs. I didn't have to do much with the sheep but helped with the lambs at tail-cropping time. YUCK. Eventually when I was a junior in high school, he rented a barn and had milking cows, so yup mucking gutters and milking cows at o'dark thirty became my part time job. I also helped hay, but was always mad because Dad wouldn't let me drive the tractor!!!! I'm only complaining a little....I think having to help with all this stuff gave me a pretty good work ethic. Thanks for the post!Connie R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12038621934457678475noreply@blogger.com