Cotton Field

It was the dog-days of Summer. No more trips to the river for fear of the dreaded disease lurking in the muddy bottom. Fish fry’s at Johnson’s Ferry were over for the year.From the porch I peeled peaches and read scripture to Grandma, from there I could see the field hands that had been picked […]

via Cotton Field — House of Heart

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