They came to pick our cotton.
… and dump it into the boll buggy …
… and put it into these packer things …
… to make these modules.
Now they are ready to be moved to the cotton gin.
Tina Sue waited while Ashton climbed the module.
Ashton was glad to get back with Tina. It was scary up on that module.
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Sunrise from our front door.
1 comment:
What cute pictures of the kids. I'm going to miss driving through southern Alabama at various cotton times.
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