Cotton Picker

Sunday I mentioned I was out in a part of town called Earlwood. I was unfamiliar with this part of town and as I was out walking the neighborhood I saw this lady peeking out her front door at me so I said hi and struck up a conversation. Turns out she is 83 years old and her husband is 89 and they have lived in Columbia their whole lives and have only left the state once. She told me when she was only five years old they (not sure who “they” were) gave her a bag and off to the cotton fields she went to pick cotton. She told me she would make $10.00 a week for her labor. She let let me let me know many times how grateful she was a for all of her experiences. I never did get her name because when her husband saw me he became very suspicious and called her in so off she went.