Remember my story about Daisy? Not going to the dog tracks in a thunderstorm? This one is for her. Daisy and Papa Henry are the only people I know who really and truly picked cotton, Daisy picked one morning, had her baby, went back out for the afternoon. I grew up with cotton fields all around--not outside my window, but a little drive could get you there. PH , on the other hand, spent every Friday down at the farm. He jumped in grain bins, played with tractors, learned to drive in the fields,as a teenager took girlfriends out there (LC, farm manager who'd watched him grow up, said, "Hanh, hanh ! TELL me she's your cousin!")
Jesus gonna be here.
I didn't pick cotton, but I grew up where cotton was king (along with Elvis.)
He gonna be here soon
.He gonna cover us up with leaves
with a blanket from the moon.
I'm gonna leave this place better than the way that I found it was.
Loved Ed's homily! He's got it nailed, as ever! Merry Christmas, all Willses!
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