When I complained to my father that the cotton gin’s crew and I shouldn’t have to work through the Christmas holidays, he said, “Son, we finished ginning last year’s cotton crop early, and you duck hunted all winter. Be thankful for that. Fall weather has been mighty unfavorable to the Mississippi Delta this year. Because of steady rains, we are way behind schedule. The gin must run nonstop until we’re caught up; this current dry spell will not last long.”
Back then, storing cotton harvests in modules that were impervious to rains and could be ginned at any time was unheard of, meaning the threat of wet weather put unrelenting pressure on gin crews to provide empty trailers for transporting harvested cotton to the gin. Sleeping in snatches, gin crews had no choice but to work can to can’t. When I returned from overseas military duty, Dad put me to work managing his farm and gin. Having run the gin himself for many years, he knew full well what we faced.