This thread brings back a lot of memories. Back in the 50’s my Daddy had quit farming and was working at Eglin AFB, but our Uncle Buck grew a lot of cotton and I was glad of the chance to make money.
It really was hard work tho. I remember the first trip to the cotton gin in Geneva, Alabama which is just across the state line. Uncle Buck paid us in cash and the first thing I bought with my money was a monopoly set.
If my memory serves me, Geneva has switched from cotton to meth production.
We hoed it, sprayed for boll weevils, and picked it from dawn til dark.
When I was a kid it seemed like the toe sack was a mile long. I remember it held about 50 lbs.