Before 1964 the cotton grown around here was as tall as a grown man. When the cotton picking machine was developed they developed cotton that was low and could be picked by machine. My uncle had quite a few cotton fields and it was in the days of pulling a bag and picking. My cousin and I begged him to go pick (this was the early 50's). He told us if we went we stayed all day period. It was horrible after a while and we picked in the hot sun and were miserable. I think I got 1.30 for the effort and never ask to go again. It was just like the movies of the South though in that the women pulled their babies on the sacs and sang spirituals. Bless them. Later I befriended an elderly woman who said the cotton picker ruined their good life. Times do change.