“Dad and I would race picking cotton. I could pick as much as he could. I realize now he was working me and I didn’t know it. It was such a thrill for me to pick as much cotton as Daddy did. Then my granddaddy lived with us most of my life and he would bring the mule and wagon late in the evening, and Daddy would weigh the cotton and they would load it and then he would take it down to Rutledge to the gin.”
Runae Daws, interviewed May 30, 2009

