I did not get in on picking cotton, two of my brothers and a sister went to Arizona and tried it but barely made enough money to eat.
They said the people who grew up doing it could actually make pretty good money doing it.
My dad farmed broom corn in eastern Colorado and beans in western Colorado.
The broom corn was cut with pocket knives then bundled up and put on a wagon or truck and hauled to town to be baled.
The grown ups cut and the kids bundled, at eight years old I thought I was old enough to cut and it seemed so easy, dad let mew try it for about a half of a day and I was glad to go back to bundling.
It is strange how a few precious memories off set all of those not so precious and I think God for that.
Let me tell you a little story. When I was growing up, we would chop what we thought were weeds. We called them maypops. Imagine my surprise when my daughter told me they were passion fruit. Had never seen any fruit. About 2 months ago, I went outside to talk to a friend. She was looking at a huge vine at the side of the house. I got to looking at it and saw it was passion fruit! My daughter and her 2 kids ate them in Seattle. They can have them! The blooms are beautiful. It is about 20’ long and was not here when my irises and peonies were blooming. No one knows how it got there. The vine is pretty, too. I have showed it to neighbors who had never heard of/seen one. We learn something every day.