Driving down the road the other day with my mother, we saw lots of cotton on the sides of the road where it had blown off the cotton trucks on the way to the gin. Mom remembered a drive with dad along the same road, which was near the area where dad grew up - son of a cotton farmer. She said there was cotton blown to the sides of the road then too and she remarked to dad that if his dad had been alive to see that, he would have ordered them all out of the car to pick up that wasted cotton. lol
I wonder what grandad would have thought of this cotton that was missed by the cotton stripper.