When I was just a kid, my brother and I would go to visit Paw (Grandpa) and Grandma during the summer.  They lived in a small town, if you consider one general store being the entire town.  I was born in the back bedroom of this little community about 1/2 mile from the store.  That is another story for another time.

Paw grew cotton in the river bottom.  One summer Paw sent my brother and I to the cotton field to “chop” cotton.  This is when you thin the cotton that was planted too close and replanted where no seeds came up.  He gave us a large bucket of seeds and told us we could come back home when we had planted all the seeds. 

I don’t know if you have ever been in a cotton field, but from our young eyes, the rows looked like they were a mile long.  Row after row after row……no end!  These were all the seeds Paw had, so it was important to not waste even one.  We thinned and replanted, thinned and replanted, and thinned and replanted….probably three or four rows.  I don’t remember whose idea it was but we finished a row, dug a hole, and planted all the seeds.  Job complete….every seed planted.

There was a creek beside the cotton field and that’s where the “swimmin’ hole” was.  Grandma had packed our lunch in a syrup bucket.  It seemed like a real good idea to go swimming in the cool creek and then have some lunch.  So, this is what we did.  It was really great.  We had to wait to go back home because our hair had to dry.

When we got back home, Paw told us we must have really worked hard to have planted all the seed.  We agreed…yessir we did. 

Everything went real well until……!  I don’t remember how long it takes cotton seed to germinate, but that was the day that Paw came back from the field and told us to go to his bedroom.  On the way he grabbed is razor strop from the back porch and we knew we were in bad trouble.  We already knew the position Paw wanted us in.  Face down on the bed.  My Paw can really use a razor strop on grandchildrens’ behinds.

When he finished with the stropping, he said he wasn’t punishing us for wasting seed.  (The place where we planted the cotton was about a foot and 1/2 across and had hundreds of plants.)  He said the reason for the whipping was because we were so dumb.  I guess it would have been alright if we had done our planting in the neighbor’s field.

So, where am I going with this story.  We all go through life planting seeds, both good and bad, each day.  These seeds have an impact on our children, friends, and others that we may never know.  So we need to be careful where we plant our seeds and try to always plant good seeds.  We can’t get those seeds back.  It is all in God’s hands after the planting.  He does the watering and the nurturing.

P.S.  Paw really did take care of the nurturig after we planted his cotton seeds.  This nurturing definitely had an impact on my brother and I.




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