Published 9:30 am Saturday, May 13, 2023

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In the last fortnight, I rode by a farm in South Georgia where cotton was making its way toward harvest — it takes 200 days for cotton to mature into the fluffy white stuff which is most valuable to growers.

This brought about down-on-the-farm nostalgia, good and bad, but was also a reminder of how important this cash crop has been to farmers and agribusinessmen historically in the South.

Georgia ranks third nationally among the cotton-producing states in acres planted and also production.  Cotton has always held sway in economic impact in our state. 

Two things make cotton farming today different than in yesteryear:  Most significantly, the eradication of the boll weevil and the prevalence of mechanical cotton-picking machines.

Picking cotton was back breaking work yesteryear, but the profit from cotton was so significant that doctors and lawyers, for example, plied their respective trade in town but owned cotton producing land out in the county.

In 1785, many Georgians imported Sea Island cotton from the West Indies.  Sea Island cotton had a long, strong fiber and was much in demand, but when Eli Whitney invented the cotton gin in Savannah in 1793, that brought about an opportunity for the shorter staple varieties of cotton to flourish.  Unfortunately, that brought about the demand for cheap labor, hence slavery. Originally Georgia was not a slave state, but Whitney’s invention changed that.

Cotton’s annual value to our state’s economy is $1.5 billion.  It remains a boon to big time farming.  My daddy rented his farm of 300 acres and depended on a good cotton crop to pay bills, buy a little something special for the family. Nothing he admired more than to survey his field of robust cotton blooming and maturing for harvest.  He would walk out into the gleaming rows of cotton, smile and whisper a prayer of thanks as he bowed his head in reverence.  

He worked long hours to make ends meet, maintaining faith that there would always be a productive harvest. He prayed for rain when it was dry.  He prayed for enough good days in late summer and early fall that would enable him to get the cotton picked before a hurricane came up from Florida and rained on the harvest.

He prayed that his crop dusting would kill the boll weevil, the bane of cotton farmers since the pest came up from Mexico in the early 1900s. He never worried about having a problem with toxic insecticides. He didn’t smoke and he was an advocate of clean living. Most of all, he had to provide for his family, and he felt the risk was worth it. His instincts were correct in that he lived to the ripe old age of 92.