In the 1920s, when cotton was king, Bostwick thrived. The town had two cotton gins, a cotton seed oil mill, a depot and train station, a bank, a hotel, a dry cleaning business, three doctors, a blacksmith shop, post office, and three businesses with gas pumps. Two of the gas pumps, long out of order and slowly rusting away, still stand guard on Ruark Lane today.
Bostwick in 2009:
While some buildings continue to decay (the roof of the Bostwick Store has now collapsed), and the old cotton seed truck has taken a hit, cotton is still alive here, the Cotton Gin Festival is as popular as ever, and photographers continue to visit this gem of an American smalltown. Some changes took place in the fields behind the gin: the cow pasture was turned into a field with rotating crops, trees were cut down and a huge irrigation system was installed. I get much joy out of watching these fields change through the seasons, switching between wheat, soy and corn, and, in April 2013, a spectacular canola field.