This is all coming from a dream I just had. So forgive me for any rambling, I am still trying to wake up. Anyway, the dream was like this, it was 1794 in South Carolina. A unit of British soldiers went up to a plantation where they were warmly greeted by its occupants.
The soil that I was standing on was rich, unseasonly rich and fertile. I looked over to a farm boy and said "not a bad soil for a southern cotton boy to work with eh?" The boy looked at me and said, "are you mad? cotton isn't grown in the south, cocoa is grown here."
It was bizaare but clear as a bell. And what was even stranger was the family kept calling one of the soldiers a term that I haven't been able to define, attie; as in "you young attie."
So, what would a POD be like for a 1794 South Carolina that are friendly to the British and have cocoa plantations instead of cotton?
The soil that I was standing on was rich, unseasonly rich and fertile. I looked over to a farm boy and said "not a bad soil for a southern cotton boy to work with eh?" The boy looked at me and said, "are you mad? cotton isn't grown in the south, cocoa is grown here."
It was bizaare but clear as a bell. And what was even stranger was the family kept calling one of the soldiers a term that I haven't been able to define, attie; as in "you young attie."
So, what would a POD be like for a 1794 South Carolina that are friendly to the British and have cocoa plantations instead of cotton?