I remember the song inspired by the spinning wheel. I wish I could remember how to use the spinning wheels I have at the house. I encountered a lady of 99 years and she told me her story. "I used to stay up all night using the table spinning wheel to make sure my daughters would have a trousseau at their marrying age. My breasts hurt so bad. Every time the spinning wheel hit them. But I wanted my daughter to have perfect cotton white sheets made from the Alabama cotton my husband used to pick in the fields. Poor man always had sore hands for the cotton flowers have a very hard shell. It was not easy to process it. It was a lot of hard work. We all worked together, we sang and whistled and watch out children play and fight in the fresh air. They were hard working days but they were very good days. We all helped each other. The lucky ones had mules and horses. We walked everywhere. Our family name was our pride and we always kept our heads high and a smile on our faces. We all hugged each other, our fun was going to church and have a dancing shindig every now and then. Hard work kept our minds clear and our bodies strong."
Her story kept going till I finally excused myself and went back to my modern life controlled by televisions, computers and different type media that seems to put us all in one direction.
Those must have been beautiful happy days. Wouldn't it be nice if they would come back again and people would mingle like in the past instead of ignoring each other.
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