Monday, March 30, 2015
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Percy McGloster, 52, worked in the ancient seed-crushing building. . . ”I started working there when I was 19,” Mr. McGloster said. ”My daddy worked there. He worked there for 50 years. He loved that oil mill. He used to love to hear that old whistle blow.”
At work one day in late May, Mr. McGloster said, ”They said, ‘You all get yourselves together’ in the clapboard office. We’re going to close it down', they said. They said the mill wasn’t putting out enough production. It didn’t make sense. We were putting out good production. We were booming.
"It was a hurting thing to walk in there and tell my wife I didn’t have a job any more. You know a husband, he always got to be strong. Even when you’re hurting, you got to act like things aren’t hurting.”
excerpted from A Vestige of King Cotton Fades Out in Mississippi by Peter T. Kilborn. Published in the New York Times, October 18, 2002
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
In earlier days, the cotton seed arrived at the plant by train and the seeds were cleaned, de-linted and hulled. The hulls were used for cattle feed and the lint was used by the textile industry. The seeds were then steam cooked and the cottonseed oil extracted in hydraulic presses. The "cake" that was left over after the oil was pressed out was ground up and sold for cattle feed.
In more modern times, the seed arrived by truck the oil was extracted by chemical processes.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
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