Cotton Mill Days


It was in the 1950’s, when I was born, it was a much different world than what we have now. In the middle of where we lived was an ancient anchor from the past, a monument to hard labor, dangerous work, and low wages.

Shot gun shanties and many unpaved roads that coughed up dust was home to hundreds that lived, slept, and walked daily to local general stores and porches where old men in overalls chewed and spat while they whittled.

In the summer sometimes there was a roving snow cone stand resembling a mirage in the desert. Holding that paper cone of flavored ice while a team of mules pulled wagon for the old junk man went by jingling the bells and kicking up more dust.

Cotton Mill days meant long hot summers, cool fall with Halloween colored leaves, cold icy winter driven by blue northers, and spring wet mornings as gardens were planted in red earth.

Cotton Mill days meant days that were measured by a loud whistle from the plant telling workers to “go home”, “get to work”, and added a color to everyone’s life who were not wearing wrist watches or in a room full of clocks.

At the time it seemed that life would never end. But it was short and left all of us a memory of something we still feel and love.  The identity of being one of those “Cotton Mill folks” made others know who you were.

Maybe Cotton Mill days never ended.


  1. Nondas Naxley · April 26, 2018

    John, Remember me, Nondas Pruett Baxley? I just stumbled on to your blog and am very interested in reading your books. Where can I purchase them? Also do you remember when you and I were in Mrs Odem’s class in the third grade? We did a play The Three Blind Mice. Also you and I had to sing a song together. I think it was titled Heartache number One.

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    • johnkbucher · April 26, 2018

      It’s wonderful to hear from you Mind as and of course I remember you and our days at Lamar. All my books are available on Amazon and my blog as well. Thanks again for reading and commenting.


  2. Robert Anderson · April 26, 2018

    I went through the mill when I was a kid in cub scouts it looked really big. A lot of people worked there


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