Generally, a little above or a little below and so on. I remember as a
small child my father came home from town (that's the only way he knew
what the price of cotton was for the day, you know). And he said to my
mother (he was talking about the price of cotton), "I believe
it'll go to five cents." And I said, "Oh, Daddy, a
bale?" And so they at least got a laugh out of that, you know,
because they had fifty bales of cotton. He had a gin, and he would gin
his own cotton. And then you know what he did with his seed? He cracked
them so they wouldn't come up and used them for fertilizer; that was
before they were using oil, cotton seed oil.
[laughter] So anyway, I had been used to the bales; they
were just rolled out in front of the gin. And we children in the
neighborhood as we gathered, or any cousins or nieces or nephews that I
had (I was a great-aunt when I was twelve years old, you see; my
father's older children married and had children, and they
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the other, you know, and have games (who could get on the most, or
whatever). And that's the reason I measured cotton in terms of bales. So
I think they felt better when they thought at least they didn't have to
sell it for five cents a bale.