I was a little girl but I remember riding on my dad’s cotton sack & my mom & sisters were old enough to pick cotton.Heavy sacks were dragged with their hands cut by the razor sharp cotton balls even when they wore gloves to protect their hands. They picked very fast shredding the canvas gloves,then weighed & hauled up a long ladder & emptied into the trailer.The fields were picked clean, now cotton picking machines leave cotton on the plants. Childhood memories of The Big Valley of California.