Thanks for the post Geezer. You seem like the kind of fellow that many of us could sit the whole afternoon and listen to your stories about yesteryear. I'm old enough to experience hawg killing days, but I never had to pick cotton.

Daddy had to plow behind a mule from the time his older brothers went to fight in WWII until he got married and moved out. He had tried to convince Paw Paw to buy a tractor but he wouldn't do it. According to Daddy, Paw Paw supposedly had the money because he had a good job at the Steel mill in Gadsden at the time. Daddy's next oldest brother wasn't old enough to handle the ornery old mule they had at the time so when Daddy moved out Paw Paw bought an old 8N I think it was. Daddy stayed angry at Paw Paw for years over that.