Connected To Cotton
This is my view I get whenever I travel to North Carolina during the Fall season. I never get used to the splendor of the cotton fields when I am driving down Hwy 125/903 south. My grandfather spoke of picking cotton just to feed his family. That made me proud when he told me that because he did whatever he had to do to take care of his family; I'd like to think that I would do the same. I thought of him as I traveled back on Sunday listening to Curtis Mayfield (I listen to Curtis whenever I travel on Hwy 125...it's my little tradition). I listened to my music and I thought of grandfather as I looked across the cotton fields as far as the eye could see. The cotton field. It's a beautiful sight connected to an ugly past.
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Peace,
Bay
Thanks for stopping by. I have the same feeling with cotton as I have for the US Flag. They are both beautiful to behold, but they're also connected to a past that was very painful for generations of Africans born in this country. As a matter of fact, I like to refer to Sam as our perverted uncle or perverted Uncle Sam. I appreciate your compliment on my line about the cotton. Take care.
Baysuite-
Yes, I am very visual. I think the old axiom mentions that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, you know how short my words can be in relation to this blog. The pictures help me drive my point home. I'm glad that you like them. Peace, Bay.
David
It sure is purty.
And that last line sure is deep....
Hello! I don't Know why I think it's beautiful but I do? Perhaps, the beauty is in that connection with those who came before me. Thanks for digging in the crates.