Friday, January 31, 2020

My month in Mississippi

My take on Mississippi

where I went this month
The past predicts the future
I believe that what I've spent a month seeing is the result of a very old frame of reference: how we've always done things is good enough for then, now and always.

Several results flowed from that point of view, none of which have helped Mississippians over the long term.
   ■  One result is the perpetuation of a belief in white supremacy.  This had traditionally been focused on slavery and taught that white people are naturally superior to black people, that slavery is the natural condition of black people because it improves and civilizes them.  So first as slaves, then as victims of Jim Crow laws, black people were used to fill jobs that could also have gone to poor white people.  Without those jobs, the poor whites have been unable to escape poverty.  Nonetheless, because they saw themselves as superior to black people, poor white people have allied themselves first to white landowners and later to whites in power, ensuring that they stayed poor.  Martin Luther King's Poor People's Campaign in 1968 sought to ally all poor people of any color, to break out of that cycle.

   ■  Another result is the state constitution that was passed in 1890 and is still, with amendments, in use today.  That document was written to favor rural agriculture and disfavor corporate industrial development.  Though that choice was made to benefit the white landowners who were still running the state after Reconstruction, there's nothing inherently wrong with it.  Nonetheless, it has resulted in a state economy that still depends almost entirely on agriculture, which any farmer will tell you is an uncertain business at best.

   ■  A third result was, to avoid being forced to desegregate, MS repealed compulsory school attendance in 1956.   That law was changed back in 1982, but it left an entire generation to fend for itself for education.  Further, because "separate" has never meant "equal," and because MS's population is 37% black (the highest in the country), more than 1/3 of Mississippi's children never got even the educational opportunities of the white children who went to school.  These factors resulted in a plummeting literacy rate, from which Mississippi has not yet fully recovered.  It's easy to do the math to understand why MS has for decades ranked last among the states in student achievement.  When voters and the workforce are poorly educated, the entire state suffers.

   ■  Having opted for the ancient status quo, i.e. farming - especially cotton farming, MS was then visited by decades of blows to that economy.  In 1907, the boll weevil infestation helped make MS one of the poorest of the states.  In the 1920s, crop prices fell so low, farmers couldn't pay their mortgages and the banks foreclosed.  In 1927, the Mississippi River flooded so completely, it was 80 miles wide in some places; 100,000 people lost their homes and property.  In 1929, the Depression hit the entire country so nobody could pay for what they were able to farm.  In 1937, Mississippians were hit with yet another serious flood with yet more damage to the area.  In 1973, the River got the largest volume of water since the 1927 flood.  And for almost 9 months last year, the lower Mississippi River got hit with the longest flood on record.  Although MS has other economic avenues, such as transportation and logging, it's still clinging to its "small town way of life," as the governor said.  So MS has the lowest cost of living of any state, but it also has the lowest per capita income, and is one of the lowest in workforce participation rates (56%).

As I see it, MS dug itself a grave way back there when they chose to embrace the past at the cost of enhancing the future.  They're trying hard to climb back out, but there are still plenty of folks around here who are ready to refight the Civil War.

The present
With all of that in the state's history, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find how very rural Mississippi is, but I was.

Jackson, its capital and largest city, has 173,000 residents, which (for comparison) is a little more than half of the population of Anchorage, Alaska.  MS's second largest city is the coastal city of Gulfport, with 72,000, and they get much smaller after that.  The 10th largest city has 27,000.  That's not my definition of a city.  MS has nearly 3,000,000 citizens statewide, which shows how thoroughly they're spread around the state.

I'm sure my blog entries got really boring as I mentioned a zillion times that I was yet again passing crop fields.  But that's really almost all I saw.  It's an attractive state, and is likely a great deal more so during the summer, but there's nothing much to fix the eye on.  The highest point is 807' high, not exactly a mountain, though it's named Woodall Mountain.  That's how flat it is over most of the state.

Ideal, I'm sure, for farming.  Just not for stunning visual effects.

But MS does a good job of maintaining its roads, which I appreciated.

I liked it here, because there's a lot to be said for the peace of this countryside, and because the Mississippians I met were all really nice people.  Some of them told me they weren't as happy living here as I was visiting here, but many love it and are proud of the lives they've made.

On the other hand, the amount of litter all around the state, on all kinds of roads, points to the inescapable conclusion that residents see their state as a trash dump.  I understand that it may be hard to make recycling pay for itself with so few population centers, although I've seen recycling drop-off bins in some very small isolated towns in Kentucky, for instance.  But the level of litter in MS is almost aggressive and says folks here deep down really don't care about where they live.

Maybe it's a symptom of economic despair, or of racial despair (by either blacks or whites), or of a simple lack of education.  And I don't for a second think all Mississippians litter.  But it's being done by a whole lot more than just a small group of folks.  You may think I'm making too much of something simple like litter, but I grew up thinking it was a mark of self-respect and respect for the world around me, and I'm seeing the exact opposite here.

What I didn't see that I wanted to see
Actually, not much other than those places I mentioned in my daily posts.  As the map shows, I managed to get to most parts of the state, though often only for brief visits.  A month simply isn't long enough to see everything there is to see, and I'd have liked to spend more time in many areas.

In Jackson, I missed several places due mainly to the terrible weather while I was there.  Besides those I mentioned in my daily entries, there's an International Museum of Muslim Cultures I'd wanted to visit; the Museum of Mississippi History; in nearby Richland is The Little Red Schoolhouse, called the Birthplace of the Order of the Eastern Star.  No one in my family was in Eastern Star, but I wanted to visit to honor the women I knew growing up who helped me and who were in it.

Otherwise, I saw here what I'd hoped to see.

My conclusion
I liked it here.  I liked the people I met.  The weather was messy, but it's January, after all.  We didn't have snow or tornadoes, so what's a little rain.

But I'm sorry to say that I think it likely to take another 100 years for Mississippi to succeed in pulling itself out of the hole it's been digging for itself for the last 100 years.  I think the problem is frame of mind as much as anything, and that is something that's very difficult to change.  I have a lot of faith, though, in the younger generations who are growing up in a very different world than the one their parents and grandparents knew.  Many of today's kids are being educated in integrated schools, are technologically savvy, and understand what an entrepreneur is.  They can see a wider world than the one of previous generations.  And I expect that view gives them a sense of hope that this state needs to move forward.  I believe they'll be able to do it.  Eventually.


Mississippi & Louisiana - Day 31

Cajun Country RV Park, Port Allen LA
Friday, 31 January 2020

Early this morning I was walking the dogs, worrying that one of those off-the-leash dogs would show up, or a deer or other wild animal.  One of the other campers was leaving for work and had a large truck with a trailer in tow, which he pulled out of his campsite just as we were passing.  I figured we'd just step off the road until he'd gone by, but there was a snag.  The trailer was extra long - looked like it could hold at least 2 cars on it - and it was empty and aluminum so it made a really extraordinary amount of noise.  I'm sure the surrounding sleeping campers loved it, but my problem was with Gracie.

The noise absolutely terrified her - well, to be fair, it was really loud and we were right next to it - but I had to work hard to keep her from either running away or dragging me over.  Then Dexter saw her bouncing around and decided it was playtime and started bouncing around to get her to play with him.  It was a mess.  And this guy's campsite was a long way from the park entrance - and even after he'd left the campground we could hear that trailer for a while down the road - so it took a really long time to get Gracie back under control.  What a way to start the day.

Travel plans
For the second time, I decided to break my rule about spending an entire calendar month in each state.  This time the driving force was a near desperation to get rid of these recyclables.  And it wasn't just the glass that had been accumulating for the last 6 or 7 weeks, but also paper, plastic containers, everything.  Momma and I used to be able to fill a 96-gallon city recycling container more than half-way every 2 weeks, sometimes even fill it altogether.  So it's not really surprising I'd be swimming in the stuff after so long.  Mississippi just isn't interested in recycling at all, except limited residential service in a few cities.

I had a storage box and 2 trash bags of recyclables in my belowstairs storage area, and I had to fight to get to my toilet because of the other bags of it stored there.  And almost every day brought more.

The only recycle facility I'd been able to locate near any Mississippi border is in Baton Rouge, an hour or 2 from any border so I couldn't just drop by.  The route I'd planned for today and tomorrow wouldn't let me get there until Sunday.  I knew that and it seemed okay yesterday, but today brought more recycle materials to the bags by the toilet and I just cracked.

I'm missing the southern part of Mississippi and the town of Picayune, both of which I'd wanted to see, but taking care of my mental health is important too.

I didn't have a campground reservation in LA until tomorrow, and I'd be giving up a prepaid reservation over by Hattiesburg, but fortunately, that site was costing me only $17 so I felt I could sacrifice that.  I called tomorrow's campground but they said they were full, except for sites that had recently been flooded by rain.  Finding a campground on a Friday night in the general vicinity turned out to be difficult.  I finally found one that looked okay just west of Baton Rouge, mapped out a route that included the recycling place, and started to leave.

That's when I discovered the drawer latch in the kitchen that keeps breaking had broken again.  Fortunately I'd bought a spare last time, so I emptied the drawer and replaced the latch.  Getting to be quite quick about it with so much practice.  I've got to figure out what's wrong with that drawer - none of the others has broken even once.

Of course, all that took so long it was 10:00 when we were driving out, but Google said the drive would be only 2 or 3 hours (2 for other people, 3 for me).  It ended up taking me 4 because of stops.

today's route
On the road
I heard a radio interview with a woman named Kelsey, the head of a group called Trixie Chicks Trick Riders, talking about her group (info at   https://www.trxchx.com) and their upcoming performance called the Never Give Up Tour.  The page for the tour seems to be only on Facebook, so you'll need to check it for yourself, though it sounds worthwhile to do.  Kelsey said this tour is a benefit or something for rescued horses.  Sounds like horses often need rescuing just like dogs and cats do - because the owner and the horse have a personality clash or the horse turned out not to be suited for what the owner wanted -  lots of reasons the owner will decide to put the horse down.  Kelsey said her group rescues and trains these horses - I guess it's like rescuing a dog from a shelter and training him to sniff out bombs or drugs.  It was all very interesting.

Our drive from Natchez to the border took us an hour, mostly past more crop fields and few towns.

Louisiana - my 23rd state
Louisiana Welcome Center
I was expecting a big place like the ones on the interstate, so I was passing it before I realized that's what it was and had to turn around and go back.  Just a little place with a little driveway and a little parking area, but they had plenty of tourist materials and several helpful Louisiana ladies inside.

The woman who helped me had a really thick accent.  It's been interesting to me how a basic Southern accent will vary depending on which state I'm in.  Kentucky's accent is noticeably different than Louisiana's - each state's got its own version.

One of the other visitors was asking about Mardi Gras parades in New Orleans, and it sounds like there's at least one every day until the 25th (the actual Fat Tuesday).  I asked my helper about celebrations in other LA towns, and she said in the smaller places I'd probably find they'll just have one local parade that lasts about half an hour and otherwise I wouldn't likely be dealing with road closures around the state or anything.  I like local parades.  They've all got something unique to that area and it's great to be with local folks just enjoying themselves.  Momma and I were regulars at several local parades in the Austin area and always had fun.

Continuing south
I continued south on US Route 61 that I'd been driving on for most of western MS and now all the way to Baton Rouge.  A handy and comfortable alternative to the interstates.

I passed a large white metal archway, very fancy and ornate and tall - I could see it a ways down the road - and when I got there I expected some big plantation house.  Instead what I saw was a tiny gray wood house not much bigger than my RV in a tiny yard fairly close to the arched entrance.  And I really think that's all there was.  Maybe the owner had a metalworking business?

I passed a sign advertising The Myrtles Plantation, "Home of Mystery and Intrigue."   https://www.americanhauntingsink.com/myrtles  It seems to be a B&B now and to distinguish itself from all the other local B&Bs with this claim of being haunted.  That website spends a lot of time credibly debunking almost all the claims of murders in the house, so I find it interesting that one of those claims is actually repeated in this wikipedia link.   https://en.wikipedia.org/Myrtles-Plantation

I passed a sign for Historic Rosedown Plantation, a state historic site.  The house was built around 1835 and offers daily tours for $10/senior.  In fact, I passed several signs for various plantation houses along this road.

I passed the turn for the Audubon State Historic Site.  In fact, I passed several signs for various Audubon-related places in this area though I'd never thought of him as being connected to Louisiana.  The historic site is at the Oakley Plantation, where Audubon did a lot of work on some of the drawings that would go in his Birds of America, still acclaimed almost 200 years later.  Seniors get in for free.  I expect to come back to this area of the state when I've got time to poke around and may visit this place.

I passed yet another historic site, this one for Port Hudson.  That's the port that fell to Union control at the time of the Natchez siege, leaving the MS River under control of the North.  But I've had enough of the Civil War for a while so won't likely come back to this place.

I was finding that from Port Hudson back up the road to St. Francisville, the major town in this area, I'm no longer seeing crop fields but instead a string of franchises and local businesses in the St. F region, and mobile homes, RV parks and small houses of asphalt shingles near Port Hudson.  This sort of scenery seemed nearly nonstop.

Then I hit Baton Rouge and was quickly confronted with LA's oil heritage: an Exxon Mobile polyolefin plant, per their sign.  That being Sanskrit to me, I looked it up and learned polyolefin includes a variety of plastics in current use, such as polyethylene and polypropylene, which of course I've heard of but couldn't identify if they hit me in the face.  According to a local newspaper article, this plant is a recent expansion of Exxon's original plant, doubling the facility and increasing local jobs.

Yep.  Louisiana's economy is heavily dependent on oil.

I've been seeing several signs that used the word BREC without explaining it.  And now that I've looked it up, I'm still not real clear.  For one thing, those seem to be initials but I can't figure out what they stand for.  Its website says it's a government agency, created in 1946 to "connect people to parks and nature," which seems a little vague.  1946 is just barely post-WWII.  Their by-laws are headed "Recreation and Parks Commission for the Parish of East Baton Rouge."  None of that gets me to BREC.  My guess is going to be Baton Rouge Environmental Council or Committee or Commission.  And they switched to the initials because its success could be torpedoed by the "environmental" tag, which might seem inflammatory in this oil-industry-dependent state.  I'm sorry I don't know anybody to ask.

I saw an oldish sign that said, in big letters: "Obama Supporters It's Showtime!  Trust In Trey Goudy."  I'd forgotten all about him (ah, the short memory of the American voter).  I'm guessing this sign is referring to that House committee he chaired that spent years trying to find what Hillary Clinton had done wrong in Benghazi, after which he conceded that nothing had been done wrong.  The sign must have expected a different outcome.  I'm surprised it's still up.

Recycling
US Hwy. 190 runs completely across the state, generally paralleling I-10 and I-12 and running through a lot of communities along the way.  On its route is the recycling center that the City of Hammond promised on its website was open 24/7.  Despite having upended my travel plans to come here, I was not really expecting it to be here because the aerial view on Google didn't show any bins or anything that remotely looked like a place people could drop stuff off.

I just didn't want to get my hopes up and have them shattered because it's been getting to be a strain living with the stuff.  I mean, at this point there was so much of it I just couldn't bring myself to throw it in the trash, so it just kept accumulating.

But when I got there I saw an old beat-up sign that said Public Recycling Drop-off (promising) and hidden in a corner I saw several dumpsters, one of which had little recycling icons on it.  That one was nearly full, though, and I didn't want to dump my stuff in the others without knowing.  Fortunately I ran into an employee on a break who told me sure, use any of them.  So I got rid of weeks and weeks of containers and papers.

I was actually so stunned at this happy outcome that I couldn't feel happy about it.  Or relieved or anything.  Just stunned.  It wasn't until much later, when I had a plastic cup and some papers to discard that I realized I now had room behind my toilet.  And the storage space underneath has room - I put some summer clothes in the now-empty container that held bottles.  I really really do hope every other state from here on out is more interested in recycling than Mississippi and, to some extent, also Alabama were.  That was crazy.

Back on the road
US Hwy. 190 also crosses the MS River at Baton Rouge north of the I-12 bridge that everybody's used to.  I've done that bridge.  The one for Hwy. 190 looked on the map to be shorter, which means generally preferable to me.  And tonight's campground is just a few miles off it on the other side of the river, so 190 was my route.  For quite a ways, it's also called Airline Highway, though that must be an old name because it's just a 2-lanes-on-each-side local street.  For a lot of its route, the road surface was absolutely horrible and the dogs were looking at me accusingly like I was deliberately causing them this discomfort.  Old name for an old road, I guess.

I passed a lot of billboards advertising the legal services of Gordon McKernan, who says he handles injury cases, car wrecks, that sort of thing.  But one of the billboards said only, "Blessed are the pure in heart.  Matthew 5:8"  and Gordon's name and photo.  I thought that was a little weird.

I've never eaten at a Popeye's Louisiana Kitchen and was really interested to see the very heavily patronized one I passed here in Baton Rouge.  Does that mean it really deserves to have "Louisiana" in its name?

I found that the Hwy. 190 bridge over the MS River is named the Huey P. Long Bridge.

By the time we got to the campground, the day was still chilly and windy and cloudy.  You'd think it was winter or something.  Today felt like a lot more driving than it actually was - only about 100 miles - but I was tired.


Mississippi - Day 30

Plantation RV Park
Thursday, 30 January 2020

I had trouble getting any sleep last night.  Beginning about 10:30, Dexter started dancing around the cabin, pacing back and forth - I could hear his nails clicking on the floor.  But when I'd sit up in bed to look around and ask if he was all right, he was never sitting by the door as I'd expect him to be if he wanted to go outside.  So I'd lie back down and he'd start the dancing around again.  Never made a sound, just walked around impatiently.  I finally decided he really must need to relieve himself and, very reluctantly, I got up and pulled on my rubber boots and my robe and took him outside.  Of course I had to tell Gracie she couldn't come, and of course Dext thought I'd take him for a walk, but there were several trees and bushes near our RV so he could make use of them if that's what he needed to do.  Except that's not what he did.  He didn't even want to sniff them.  He just kept staring off toward one of the houses near the campground.  He and I had both noticed that they've got several dogs there that aren't kept on a leash, but I didn't see or hear them at this point.  So after realizing all he was going to do was stare off into the distance, I took him back inside.

Only to repeat this procedure a couple of hours later.  He'd been doing the dancing and pacing routine all over again and, after a while, I was afraid he really did need to pee this time.  He didn't.  Same as before.

After that I told him no, he'd had 2 chances, I wasn't going to do it again.  But I heard him pacing around for quite a while longer.  I doubt if I got more than 4 hours of sleep.

This campground is another odd one.  It includes some mobile homes and the whole thing is run by an owner and a maintenance man; it looks like the maintenance person tells the owner what needs to be done and does the work and the owner pays for it.  Both nice guys, both apparently working hard to renovate a campground that had seen better days before this guy bought it.  It's basically got 2 parallel roads that meet only at the entrance, though both of them wander off into the mobile home area and then continue onto different public streets.  All roads both in and around the campground are heavily trafficked. 

Many of the neighbors have dogs that they don't keep tied up.  I've several times seen dogs wandering through the campground completely on their own.  In fact, I was just bringing my dogs back from a walk when we met up with one of those, which was very fortunately a friendly dog not intimidated when being charged at by my two big idiots.  This dog was a little bigger and apparently realized they were friendly because he didn't growl or act defensive.  Mine had, of course, managed to escape from me and I had to chase after them.  It was hard to convince all 3 that this wasn't playtime at the day care, but I finally grabbed mine.

Still, I couldn't count on all those neighboring dogs to be that friendly so walking mine became nerve-wracking experiences. 

I'd intended to stay in this campground until February 1st, getting things caught up.   But when I took a look at where I'd been in MS this month, I realized I'd missed this whole southwestern area.  So I spent part of the day deciding to head across to the Hattiesburg area tomorrow, and making a reservation at the state campground I'd stayed a night in earlier this month.  And I planned a whole driving route both for tomorrow and for the next day - I didn't want to be that close to a town called Picayune and not at least take a look, plus I wanted to stop at the Louisiana Visitor Center on I-10, and neither of those places was on Google's idea of a good driving route, so it took work.

Except for all that excitement, I spent the day working on my blog, trying to catch up - my perennial activity, it seems.

I decided to take a night off as well and had a supper that consisted of junk: Rotel/Velveeta dip, Doritos, beer and some old NCIS episodes.  Very pleasant.


Mississippi - Day 29 - Natchez

Plantation RV Park
Wednesday, 29 January 2020

I'd mistakenly thought the campground sold propane so, like it or not, I had to leave today to go get some.  It's been chilly at night - down in the low 40s and upper 30s - and I'm down below a quarter tank left.  The park owner said the Tractor Supply back on the north side of town sold it, so that's where I was headed.

I stopped several times on the way, first trying to find some wine.  I went to 2 different liquor stores (wine's not sold in grocery stores in MS), and both had about the same choices, both in wine and in liquors.  I realized later that was because all the alcohol is owned by the state, so of course everybody's going to have more or less the same products to sell.

Like the grocery stores, I haven't found a large liquor store in MS and those in Natchez were no exception.  These two liquor stores had very different personalities - one was tiny and owned by an elderly black woman who I enjoyed chatting with; the other had a friendly full-grown Great Dane greeting all the customers and I was amazed the management trusted him not to wag that tail and knock bottles off shelves.  Very sweet dog, followed me around the store, taller than my elbow so he was easy to pat.

I stopped at a different grocery store from yesterday's, hoping they'd have more of selection, but they didn't and I discovered when I got my receipt that they're part of the same company.

The Tractor Supply did indeed sell propane, and we stayed in their parking lot long enough for the dogs to go for a walk around the grassy areas surrounding the store, and to eat some lunch.

I noticed a business called My Book House, which caught my eye because of it being the name of a group of books we grew up with that had belonged to my momma and her brother when they were young (so very old books).  Fairy tales and folk tales and foreign tales, all told with genius illustrations.  Because of the name I looked up the store and learned it is actually a used book store (probably named for the series) and also sells gifts and things.  Apparently it's a one-woman business and been around for some years now.  I don't know how old she is but hope she's still alive when I get back to this area because I'd like to visit her shop.

Two main streets in Natchez are named after politicians.  One is the John R. Junkin Parkway, named for a speaker of the MS House of Representatives in the 1970s; the other is Seargent Prentiss, a member of both the state and US House back in the 1800s and a gifted orator who died suddenly at age 41.  The city usually abbreviates the street name on the signs as Sgt. Prentiss, so I of course expected him to be some war hero or something.  But apparently his first name is Seargent, not spelled like the rank.  The odd thing to me is that when he died in 1850, the road that's named for him couldn't have been anywhere near the city limits at that time.  So did they name a country road after him or did they name a city road for him 100 years after his death?

Near the campground on Route 61 is a restaurant called Roux 61 Grill - reaching a little bit but likely easy to remember.

There's a bush right next to my dining room window that's a favorite of a pair of cardinals, especially the female.  It's also well-liked by at least one nuthatch, which I saw with nesting material in its beak - he was so close to my window I could see him easily.  I understand I'm in the South where the weather's milder, and I understand we've been having the usual January 2-weeks-of-warm-weather (I remember it well from when I was growing up in Texas).  But that warm weather is always always followed by some very cold weather for at least a month or two and I'd have figured the birds would have adjusted to that weather pattern.  So why was this bird carrying nesting material?  For that matter, I've seen several birds - robins at my last campground - acting like they're ready to mate, and this isn't the only bird I've seen building a nest.  Hope it all works out for them.


Mississippi - Day 28 - Emerald Mound and Natchez

Plantation RV Park, Natchez
Tuesday, 28 January 2020
today's route
On the road
I passed a historical marker labeled "Glass Mounds," and there wasn't really any place to stop to take a photo.  This link is the closest I could come.   https://www.hmdb.org  This whole side of MS seems plastered with mound sites from the early Mississippian culture.  The Glass Mounds marker says at this site there's only one mound left out of 4 and possibly 5 original structures - and it's remarkable there's that much left, when you think about it.  If the gardener in Holly Springs feels okay about leveling 4 mass grave mounds of local residents, then it's not surprising these ancient mounds belonging to nobody local would be leveled by people so single-minded about cotton farming they'd convince themselves it's okay to enslave actual boatloads of people.  In that context, what's a mound?

I crossed the Big Black River, and I think that's what I was driving alongside for a bit.  So much water in it I saw a whole string of those herfy metal power poles deep in the water.  Though I don't know whether the water level was that high or the poles were sunk in the river in the first place.

For maybe a half hour I was driving through fog so dense I could see nothing at all around me.  And I really mean nothing.  For a stretch of the road, I felt like I was alone on a 1-lane road going over a hill I couldn't see.  I not only couldn't see anything around the road, I couldn't see the actual road.  Fortunately, this was a divided road with a grass median, because if it had been the kind with just a yellow stripe down the middle, I'm not sure what I'd have done.  There was no shoulder at all so I couldn't pull over.  All I could do was slow down and keep going, hoping to run out of it.  It seemed to go on forever and was really very scary.

I really needed a grocery store and found two listed in Port Gibson, the next town south of Vicksburg on Route 61.  The first one was so small I couldn't even fit in the parking lot; the second one, a Piggly Wiggly, was slightly larger but still didn't have half of what I needed.  So I got to drive around Port Gibson a bit - old town with a few nice old houses but mostly a tired little town - and I'll try a store in Vicksburg.

Remember Red Goose Shoes?  At first, I didn't either, but then something about that red goose flipped a switch in my memory bank and I knew they were still around in my childhood.  That photo is from the internet, but it's much like a sign I saw in Port Gibson - though that one was much older and tireder.  The store it was attached to had gone out of business, as had many other shops in this town - probably a Walmart nearby running the little local folks into the ground.  But I still got a memory blast.

I heard MS's newly-sworn-in governor, Tate Reeves, say on the radio that Mississippians are proud of their small town way of life.  And I'd say that about sums up what I've been seeing in this state - a small town way of life.

I also heard this same governor's ordered that one of the worst units at notorious Parchman Prison be closed, due to wildly unsafe conditions.  The problem is - nobody knows where to put the 675 or so prisoners that are still there.  Parchman is MS's only maximum security prison and has 3,200+ prisoners; there are 19,000+ in prison statewide.  Hard to believe there's really that much crime in this underpopulated state.

I heard that MS has a personal income tax, though income from retirement accounts and social security for seniors is exempt.  I can tell you that they haven't got much of a gas tax here, because MS has the cheapest gas I've found anywhere so far.

Emerald Mound
This is another of MS's mounds, and I wanted to stop here because it's considered the 2nd largest mound in the US; the largest is in Illinois, and I missed that one.

This one is definitely off the beaten path, and I found myself on a road so out-of-repair that I would have turned back if it had been wide enough for me to turn in.  But I made it through, only to find another couple was already there, driving a Subaru with bicycles strapped on it.  Apparently the intrepid types.

this is only part of the very wide platform they built -
you can just see the tip of a secondary mound on top











to give a sense of how high this mound is


the path to the platform's top -
a separate mound above
was built atop the platform















very tired sign













The following exhibits describe the culture of the local Natchez Indians and their feat in building this mound.




traditions endure











It's peaceful at this site, though I suppose it was anything but peaceful back when it was being used.

But even though it's less than a mile from the Natchez Trace Parkway, and less than 2 miles from Route 61, it's still way out of anyone's way to anywhere.  There's no National Park Service ranger here - just the signs.  I guess that isolation is what's kept it from being vandalized.

Natchez
The mound is less than 10 miles north of Natchez.  I went first to a laundromat I'd found online; I was running out of clothes and towels.  Clean, normally priced, decently-functioning machines, easy parking.  No attendant but it turned out everything worked okay without one.

I found a grocery store that wasn't a lot bigger than the ones in Port Gibson, but it had most of what I hadn't found there.  As far as I can tell, western Mississippi either isn't interested in or can't attract large chain grocery stores.  Or even large local grocery stores.  All I found pretty much since Holly Springs were these small ones, something like I remember grocery stores being when I was a kid.  I guess time hasn't altogether moved on outside MS's large cities (of which there aren't many).

Forks of the Road
I drove from there to a place that was once called Forks of the Road, where one of the largest slave markets in the US used to function regularly.  There's nothing there now but a memorial, which I understand took a lot of effort for interested folks to get authorities to erect.  But now they've got lots of informational signs at this crossroads, which has a small parking area off two of the main streets of town.

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Enslaved Africans have been in the US since 1619.  They worked in the tobacco fields on the East Coast and the rice and cotton farms along the Gulf Coast.  As New Orleans became a shipping hub, it became a place where these enslaved folks were brought into the US and sold.  Owners in the eastern US often sent some of their slaves south to be resold - they were valuable property, after all.

In 1808, federal law banned the international slave trade, increasing the value of those already in the country.  Even more of them were brought south, where farm lands were opening up - brought here either by landowners expanding their farming enterprises or by those who wanted to resell them.

details about the local slave trade and about the forced migration

From 1831-1834, Louisiana banned the interstate slave trade, which moved across the Mississippi River to Natchez.  By 1833, Natchez residents had become worried about the large pens of those waiting to be sold, a worry that intensified with a cholera outbreak: Natchez banned what were called "negro traders."

These folks moved just outside of what were then the city limits (now it's in the middle of town) to an area called the Forks of the Road, and bought or leased land to continue their sale of slaves.  Thousands of enslaved people passed through this area in just a few years.

ads from the period
The market was seriously curtailed from 1837, when MS banned the sale of out-of-state slaves, to 1846, when the law was repealed (bad for business).  By 1856, the markets at the Forks had expanded to cover nearby areas as well.

The slave trade came to a screeching halt in 1863, partly because of the Emancipation Proclamation, but mostly because Union soldiers - including what were called United States Colored Troops - had gained control of the MS River, including the Natchez area.


This business of buying and selling human beings was a thriving concern in this area for a very long time.  None of the buildings have survived; these signs are all that's left as a reminder.  Before I started my trip I'd read a magazine article about the forced migration - the author was trying to trace ancestors who'd come along one of the routes.  That's why I knew to look for this site which, otherwise, I'd likely never have known was here.  It's not something Natchez promotes.

Natchez Historic District
"Natchez On The Mississippi, established 1716" proclaims the large sign as you drive into town.  And it does look very old.  I drove around the 10 blocks or so that have been designated a historic district and saw many old buildings of many different types of architecture.  Actually, it reminded me of New Orleans, probably because they were both governed by the same batches of people in the past.

In a large park on the edge of the bluff, I saw a historical marker about the period of Spanish rule.  For a different kind of history, I passed another marker not far from that one.

Dunleith
I passed Dunleith Historic Inn, built around 1855, and Wikipedia says it's Natchez's only surviving example of a plantation house with a fully encircling colonnade of Greek Revival columns.  Impressive, huh?

I saw 2 tulip magnolias on either side of a house, both taller than the house, just starting to bloom.  Really beautiful.

Leaving the historic district I came upon a different historic period: I stumbled on a place called Malt Shop, selling "Sundies, Shakes, Hamburgers."  It looked like it had been there since at least the '50s, maybe longer.

I thought Natchez felt like a pleasant town, though I got mixed reactions from residents.  One young woman said she liked it very much because of the history.  But another young man said there was nothing to do here except go out to eat, and yet another woman said there weren't any activities for kids to do - she said she used to live in Beaumont where there were lots of places to take her kids, but there's not much at all here. 

And I drove a little way south of town to the campground.


Thursday, January 30, 2020

Mississippi - Days 26 & 27

Magnolia RV Park
Sunday, 26 and Monday, 27 January 2020

I spent both days in the campground.  As I've noted before, it takes a remarkable amount of time to find a campground that's decent both in price and in location, and I still wanted to make arrangements for the rest of the month.  Plus, we had a lot more rain on Sunday.

This campground isn't very big - 52 spaces, I think - and it was one of the very few near Vicksburg.  Maybe everybody who comes here and wants to camp just goes over the river to Louisiana.  I don't know why Mississippians haven't capitalized more on their abundance of flat land and decent climate to install more campgrounds.  I think West Virginia has as many campgrounds as Mississippi, and WV has neither flat land nor a clement climate.

This campground has no ambiance about it, though I think the owners hoped there'd be.  But the spaces are very close together - nearly touching if they both have slides out - and some spaces don't even have room for a picnic table - mine being one of those.  That's okay - it was too wet to use it if I'd had it.

Our campsite was farther into the park than I usually am comfortable with, but there weren't all that many dogs here and we managed to avoid them on our walks.  There's a decent fenced-in dog park here, but it was too soggy for us to use it much except for the first day and the last.

I did a fair amount of work trying to catch up my blog and, that with walking the dogs was about all I did for this time.  It was peaceful, though.


Mississippi - Day 25 - Yazoo City, Louise and Vicksburg

Magnolia RV Park, Vicksburg
Saturday, 25 January 2020
today's route
On the road
I crossed the Sunflower River, which seems to be an important river to the folks in this part of the Delta because they've named a lot of things for it.  It's a navigable river for more than half of its 100-mile length and flows to the Yazoo River, which flows to the Mississippi.

For much of the drive today I continued to pass flat flat crop fields, many with cotton still in them, and most with some amount of standing water.

I passed the town of Belzoni, which bills itself as the Catfish Capital of the World.  I'm guessing that should more accurately be the Catfish Farm Capital of the World, because other places have catfish, but catfish farming is a major industry in the area.  Of course I passed a sign saying to turn here for the Catfish Museum, but that same sign also said to turn for the Jake Town Museum.  I think Jake Town was the original name for this community, with the name coming from its railroad stop.  The museum claims to have artifacts dating back to 1750 BC from very early inhabitants of the region.

I crossed over a small body of water labeled Lake Atchafalaya, which sounded very Louisiana-ish to me, but this little lake is apparently separate from the bayou of the state next door.

Yazoo City
Coming into Yazoo City, I wondered where the name comes from, being also the name of the county and a major river.  Wikipedia says the river got named first, in 1682 by French explorer Robert La Salle who named it for the tribe of Yazoo Indians who lived at the river's mouth.  Yazoo City calls itself The Gateway To The Delta - I guess that's the southern gateway.

I wanted to stop here because it's the location of the Mississippi Cheese Straw Factory, a product that seems to be famous in the state.  I'd hoped that at the least they'd sell me some product and at the most I could get a tour of the factory.  I couldn't get a straight answer about either of these hopes anywhere I looked online, except that they'd be happy to sell me products by mail order, so I just came.  And was disappointed.

The factory was very closed - okay, it's a Saturday - but if I hadn't seen such a robust sales push online I'd have thought the factory was nearly abandoned.  It has that rundown-seen-better-days look about it and it's in the middle of a residential neighborhood that has the same look.  There's no sign at all on it (probably to discourage people like me from dropping in) except for the several signs saying No Trespassing.

But I stopped in their tiny front parking lot anyway - since it is, after all, a Saturday - and walked the dogs around the neighborhood for a bit.  Still, very disappointing.

Getting to the factory took me through what was probably not the part of town the city fathers would want to show tourists.  Yazoo City has about 11,000 residents, which is a decent size by Mississippi standards.  It seems a little tired, though that may be due to what was on the route I took.

I ran across this monument to the Civil War in the center of town.  I know it looks like the lady is handing the soldier an umbrella, but it's actually a flag.

And I think she's actually supposed to be a lady, rather than a symbol of Justice or something.  The inscription makes it clear the monument is at least as much to the women of the Confederacy as to the soldiers.

Louise
The tiny community of Louise is about 20 minutes north of Yazoo City, and I'm sorry to say it looks like a very sad little place.  I went because of my sister and now I'm sorry I did.

For one thing, it looks like everyone with any money now drives south to do their shopping - I didn't see any stores of any kind there - they were all boarded up.  All I saw were a couple of government-type offices.

More than 100 people moved away from the village between the 2000 and the 2010 censuses and there are now fewer than 200 living there.

The town is quite clearly divided between prosperity and poverty, and almost certainly follows color lines.  All the people I saw in the impoverished part were black.  I saw no one in the prosperous part. The impoverished part consisted of tiny wooden houses on muddy rutted roads; the prosperous part consisted of very nice brick houses on medium-sized lots along the main road.  Louise is surrounded by crop fields and I'm guessing the economy of this area hasn't changed a lot in the last 100 years, with the white people owning the land and the black people being paid to do the work on it.

I get stared at often as I drive through remote areas in my RV, and Louise was no exception, and here several people smiled and waved at me, which was nice.  But I still wished I could figure out a way to help spread the wealth around a little more evenly there.

Back on the road
I continued to drive through rural MS countryside.  Crop fields the whole way, many of them solid green from some sort of growth.  I passed vast cotton fields all day.  Most of the fields I've seen in MS have been bordered by trees - almost like using a crayon to outline a picture before you color inside the lines.  Sometimes these lines are only as wide as a single tree - a long line of them like a hedge between fields.  At other times the lines are thicker and, in some places, look like areas that were never cleared in the first place.

I passed a road named One Particular Harbor Road (for Jimmy Buffett fans).  I passed another one called Grammy and Paw Lane.

I passed the Panther Swamp Wildlife Area and realized that before humans made such an impression on this land, it was likely good habitat for panthers.  And at least one still seems to be around because local residents have taken photos of it within the last year.

I've been seeing many churches with "M. B." in their names.  I think that stands for Missionary Baptist, a branch of the Baptist church that is a center for many African-Americans since the Civil War.  It's a very common denomination in this part of MS - every community seems to have at least one MB church.

I saw so much standing water I couldn't tell how long the area had been flooded.  Sometimes it looked like a new pond had been formed and the trees in it were being drowned; at others it just looked like the flooding was temporary and the trees looked sad because it's winter, after all, so of course they don't have leaves.  In some places I saw a lot of cypress, making it clear the water isn't a recent occurrence, but in others the trees in the ponds were oaks or something.

During the day's drive I saw at least 4 Northern Harriers, distinctive because of the white base on their tails.  I think of them as solitary birds and it was a surprise to see so many of them in one general area, hunting these waterlogged crop fields.

Red-tailed Hawk
Actually, I saw a wide variety of birds hunting in these vast fields.  I frequently saw a hawk with a lot of white breast visible, perched on a tree or phone pole.  That white breast plus us being in central-ish Mississippi in winter narrows the choice of hawks all the way down to one, according to the bird book: a Red-tailed Hawk.

I saw lots of egrets, and saw at least 20 at once in a pond.  Once I saw maybe 5 egrets in a pond with a White Pelican, which surprised me, and several times I saw Great Blue Herons either with or without the egrets.

Killdeer
I saw a large flock of some kind of shorebird in a field - they all flew up as we passed by.  Once again, the bird book narrowed it down to a Killdeer, which is here at this time of year and has that noticeable white stripe on wings that have prominent elbows, both of which I saw.

Then I saw several falcons that I thought were Peregrine Falcons (16"-20" tall), but the bird book says this is a little way north of their winter range.  The only other choices are the Merlins and the American Kestrels, both of which have fairly noticeable facial markings and both of which can be here in the winter.  But they're much shorter, with the kestrel only 10" high and the Merlin only 12" high, which is closer but its facial markings aren't as strong.  I'd have to go back and look again to know for sure.

American Kestrel
Merlin
Peregrine Falcon




And last, but by no means least, I saw a Belted Kingfisher sitting above a little stream.  That's a lot of aerial hunting power packed into 1 day's drive.

I saw something odd and tried to take a photo, though I don't know if you can distinguish the image or not because it was way out in the middle of a big field.


On the other side of that irrigating contraption is a fairly high mound of earth, and on top of it is a 3-story house, complete with porch and columns and other nice touches.  I really hope some idiot in the past didn't build a house on an Indian mound but instead came up with a novel way to keep the very nice house from getting flooded when the MS River overflows yet again.

Speaking of the river flooding, I saw quite a few large signs here and there along the road that said only "#Finish The Pumps."  I'd heard nothing about it but looked it up and found a whole bunch of local controversy.  I'm used to a pump project being about an oil or water pipeline, but this is about dealing with MS River flooding.  This link, despite being critical of pump project opponents, still seems to provide both sides of the story, if you're interested.   https://www.yallpolitics.com

I heard on the radio that two members of the space station team repaired the Alpha Magnetic Spectrometer that detects cosmic rays in space.  None of those words means much to me, though "cosmic rays" does seem to conjure up images of science fiction from my childhood.  What an amazing world we live in!

I was horrified to see a dead dog by the side of the road and saddened to see that it was being attended by another dog, that I'm sure must have been its roommate.

I heard Scott Simon do an interview with the Haden Triplets, who I hadn't heard of, about their new album, The Family Songbook, that includes some really old country music.  He played a few bits from parts of the album, and their voices are absolutely lovely in 3-part harmony.  Almost ethereal at times.  Here's the link if you're interested.   https://www.npr.org/the-haden-triplets-sing-the-family-songbook

I passed by the towns of Rolling Fork and Onward.  Rural areas of all states have towns with enormously creative names and you wonder about their history.

Near Onward I saw this historical marker.  I'd heard about this hunt, of course, because of the teddy bear story, but I didn't realize that'd happened in MS.  When I was searching for this photo, I found another one that's in Vicksburg.  I didn't see that sign, but it's got more detail about the incident that's interesting.  Here's the link.   https://www.hmdb.org/t.r.

I actually saw a sign in this general area that warned it was a bear crossing area.  It looked like this sign at the left.  With so much open flat land, I don't know where a bear would want to go.

All along today's drive I saw houses in yards that consisted mainly of mud.

Halfway through the drive today I tried to turn down the Great River Road, which is State Route 1 in this area, only to find it closed to through traffic, which I certainly am.  I wasn't about to find out the hard way why the road was closed but assume the flood warnings for the lower MS River were accurate.  Nothing wrong with staying on US-61, which actually is designated the Great River Road for part of its length in MS, but I'd just hoped to get closer to the river.

Vicksburg Military Park
I got into town earlier than I'd expected - probably because I hadn't been able to go down Route 1 - so I decided to go by the National Park Service area commemorating the siege and battle of Vicksburg during the Civil War.

This summary of the start of the Civil War is told from a Mississippi point of view, which I haven't seen so much of before and why I included this background here.

The campaign for Vicksburg didn't begin right away, but it had to come because this city was is such a critical position.

Pres. Lincoln said, "Vicksburg is the key.  And the war can never be brought to a close until that key is in our pocket."  When Gen. Grant was beginning the Vicksburg campaign, his commanding officer Gen. Halleck wrote to him: "The eyes and hopes of the whole country are now directed at your army.  In my opinion the opening of the Mississippi River will be to us more advantage than the capture of forty Richmonds."  And CSA Pres. Davis said Vicksburg was "the nailhead that holds the South's two halves together."  But hey, no pressure, right?

Vicksburg was, in some ways, a natural fortress for the South: the town sat below 300' bluffs that overlooked the Mississippi River; the river was even more of a transportation artery then than now because there were so few alternatives.  At least today we've got cars, trucks and airplanes.  Then, they had railroads, rivers and a lot of untamed land.

The exhibit at right shows the situation from the Union's perspective in 1862.  The following exhibits show events of 1863.





























Vicksburg was called the Gibraltar of the Confederacy because of its artillery on the high bluff above the Mississippi.  It also had some natural ravines around the town that the South used as trenches for defense (see map below right).  In all, it was a formidable location and it's no wonder it took Grant so long to figure out how to capture it.

The topo map at right shows the natural defenses Vicksburg presented.

The North's siege of Vicksburg lasted 47 days.  It wasn't just the blockade they set up to stop food and supplies from getting in.  It was also the continuous bombardment from artillery by the US Navy.


The Confederate soldiers had been holding out because they expected reinforcements.  Some coming from Louisiana were repulsed by a newly formed outfit of African-American soldiers; others coming from Jackson didn't actually show up until the surrender and were chased back to Jackson by Grant's troops.






A few days after Vicksburg surrendered, Port Hudson downriver in Louisiana also surrendered and the Union finally controlled the MS River.  It was, as Lincoln said, a key to ending the war.

This information (and a lot more) is in the Visitor Center, which I'd remembered from when Momma and I stopped here some years ago as being larger than it is.  I remember we spent most of our time here following the driving tour of the park, which I didn't do today.  All along the road we saw monuments to various military units - both North and South - and signs that describe the skirmishes at different locations in the area.

Vicksburg National Cemetery is also part of the park.  Around 13,000 of the 17,000 Union soldiers buried there are unidentified.  Confederates were buried in a separate cemetery - separate in death as in life, which I find very sad.

A side note: I was unpleasantly surprised to find that the National Park Service charges a fairly hefty admission fee to this park.  I managed to skate through because I've got one of those Lifetime Passes for senior citizens, good at all national parks.  At a one-time fee of $10, it's absolutely the best investment I've ever made.  I used it to get into Chincoteague, too, if I remember right.

I drove on from here to tonight's campground a few miles down the road, tired from a lot of driving today.