Ravenden was about twenty miles from Pocahontas, so we didn’t get over there much before we finally got a car. Even though cars had been around for a long time, out in the Arkansas woods, a good many people still only had a horse and wagon all the way up into the 1950s.
After milking, we packed up to go to the cotton fields. Daddy raised a little cotton, and after it was picked, we would load it onto wagons and take it over to the cotton mill in Pocahontas. At that time of year, the cotton had to be hoed. Teddy, Daddy, and I would do most of it, cutting out the weeds from around the cotton plants with a garden hoe. Momma did a little bit of it, but she also had to pay attention to Hannah, who was old enough to be in the fields with us but still too young to be left on her own. Momma would
