I love this, Angie. So interesting. My father was from the Deep South and this gives me an idea for some of his old pictures.
It's so interesting to read your journaling about life in the southern US. Being from Eastern Canada, where we've never seen a cotton plant, I find that I learned something new. I had never heard of that expression but, if I ever do, I'll know exactly what it means<img border='0' src='/graphics/mbicons/smilies_v2/smile.gif'>.
I love that you printed the photo on canvas. I also love the touch of red, and how the journaling is printed directly onto the cardstock. Well done!
What a neat old photo! Your journaling and the simplicity of the design make this LO very special!
What a wonderful photo and story to have! I love the muted colours, so perfect for this lo. TFS
Awesome Angie! Love the journaling, and the way you did that photo is really cool!
Wonderful Angie - Now I know what that phrase means. I lived in Arkansas for a few years and was fascinated by the cotton harvest and all the trucks with cotton bales. Very interesting.
Project - In High Cotton
posted 11/22/08 at 07:52 PM
Supples: CTMH Desert Sand CS & CTMH Giddy Up Patterned PP; CTMH twill. Fonts: 2 Peas Flea Market, Century Schoolbook, & Georgia. Photo downloaded from the “Vanishing Georgia” website and printed on twill. Journaling Reads: Also, said as “sittin' in high cotton,” and in a more colorful version as well, and means that things are going well. In the days when cotton was king in the South, if the cotton was high, it was easier to pick, and, if it was low, like was often the case in hill country, it was harder to pick, making the job even harder. So, if you were in high cotton, life was good, otherwise, it wasn't. When the cotton crop was high enough to pick it meant that you were bringing in the year's profits. A good crop would carry folks thru ‘til next year, but a poor crop made for tough times.
<br>From the time Daddy was a little boy ’til he was a young man, he'd spend the summers at Pop Harvey's farm near Cadwell. He'd ride in the wagon and sleep on top of the load of cotton they were hauling to the gin after staying up late “helping” the grownups. Daddy said he wasn't really sure how much help he was but he enjoyed being out on the farm. Unlike these mule-drawn wagons from the Hunt plantation, Pop Harvey's was pulled by a pickup truck.
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