The times I remember most fondly was when Daddy was farming. I remember Daddy out on the tractor singing hymns to the top of his voice. I find that kind of odd as I've never known him to sing in church or even at home except his "rinky dinky-dinky doo" with babies. I remember us working in the fields with him and even though it certainly wasn't fun, I don't remember it being unpleasant except picking cotton.
I don't really remember much about him working at the cotton mill even though I know he worked there for years but mostly have negative feelings about it as I think it caused lots of problems between him and Mama and changed the dynamics of our family. I know there were some good people who worked at the mill but I believe a lot of the people had a different value system than we grew up with.
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