On our farm we grew corn, sugar cane, cotton and every kind of vegetable you could think of. We had a horse to plow the field and also to pull the wagon. There was hogs, pigs, chickens, laying hens and a rooster that would run you and if he got the chance he would spur you. When our cousins would come to see us that would be their entertainment for the weekend to outrun the rooster.
When the cane was harvested there would be a cane grinding with all the neighbors gathering around to get a taste of the syrup that was being boiled in a large vat. A wood fire was used to keep the cane juice boiling. This would be another chore for the horse because he had to pull the mill that would grind all of the cane. After the syrup was finally cooked, because it took hours, it would be put in quart jars and stored away for the winter. Of course our neighbors would take a sample home with them.
My journey will continue in Part 3.
by Louise Price Headden Hilton
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