For those whose roots grow deep in cotton soil, a legacy calls you back. The dirt whispers a name, echoing from a time when all that existed in the world happened right outside your door. Many a boy and girl have moved on from the small farm towns that nurtured them.
Others, like old Mis Hartmann, have lived over ninety years in the same county. Her years are distinguished by the size of the crop, the cost of cotton seed, and the number of levy breaks along the Mississippi. Marina Hartmann, has been seasoned like the hardwood forests of Big Lake.