in them old cotton fields back home…

I was searching for travel stories & photos… a mental search mind you but a search none the less.  And to me, my whole life has been a trip.  And I think my general progression rates a post…. or maybe I should make it part of the about me page… hmmm… I’ll consider those ideas as I tap this out.

I grew up the child of urban parents who were raised by largely urban parents. If it weren’t for a family friend in ag journalism, I would have likely never found myself on a farm unless it was to pick my own strawberries or something.  There was a time when walking onto a farm was an unique experience and farmers the unknown.  I could hold my own driving along the interstate, but for some reason a dusty road threw me.

Yep, I was thoroughly a city kid.

Then I went to college in the middle of nowhere and started working for a friend of my mom’s family who published agricultural magazines.  Two rural connections at once!  I made my first visit to Walmart.  I found myself sharing rodes with tractors.  Yes, I even started learning what crops I was looking at.

As temperatures drop and football games begin dominating weekends and Monday morning coffee talk, my mind turns to cotton fields.  And a drive along an interstate may find me turning off to get a closer look.  Not only do I hit the country roads, but I can be find snaking through the turnrows.  From time to time, I find that utter isolation breaks and a pickup pulls up.  That’s when I realize whether it’s the streets of Memphis or a turnrow in the middle of nowhere, I feel at home — seems home is something I can take with me now even to places without towns, much less cities.

One Response to in them old cotton fields back home…

  1. Little Things of Life September 15, 2011 at 7:49 pm #

    JP, I am SO happy to have found your blog (thanks to Mona @ 🙂 🙂

    My husband and I were transferred to Texas many years ago — but we consider the Mis’sippi Delta as “home,” and I am enjoying reading through various posts on your blog. I did a post a couple of years ago about the stages of cotton. My husband got a friend from the Delta to mail him some cotton seeds, and he planted them in flower beds around our yard. We had fun showing “our crop” to the neighbors. =)

    We’re about 13 miles from one of the recent large wildfires. I know the farmers and ranchers here in TX (as well as in OK) are very appreciative of your efforts to help get food to their livestock. It’s a very critical situation.

    I look forward to following your blog and reading more of your adventures.

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