I loved those stories too.
My mom told me how she met my dad while he was working for her dad on the cotton farm. She said that they'd be 'chopping cotton' and the two of them would race ahead of everyone else in the field so that they could flirt and giggle, etc.
(All that flirting and giggling lead to me and five brothers/sisters)
Huh? Chopping cotton? Thas racis’........
Awww. How sweet. *HEART* :)