Not my personal memory, but one my Momma, her sister, always loved to share and tease Aunt Phaye with. When they were young children, they as a family helped pick the cotton, their mother made each of them their own cotton sack and my mother and Aunt Phaye each had a row of cotton that they had to tend to and then pick when the time came. Momma always said that Aunt Phaye would always bop herself in the nose when it came time to work her row and Gramma always let her go inside and Momma would have to work her row. Aunt Phaye said that was a lie, she couldn't help it that she had a more "delicate" constitution than her! Mom would give her that sisterly evil eye, then they would both laugh hysterically. Loved that story. Or the one where they would play Preacher and Sinner and Aunt Phaye was always the Preacher and Momma was always the Sinner, lol. They are laughing together again. ❤️