Pat Jones |
"Diddley-Bo" or "Jitterbug" Many blues musicians got their start playing one, including Muddy Waters! |
Kitties had picked up fleas someplace, even with their monthly application of Frontline. We tried flea powder (which was nasty and didn't seem to help), then took them to vet for flea baths. They came back smelling good and not scratching!!! While they were out, we set off flea bomb in the RV and vacuumed good. We also started them on a monthly pill called Comfortis which is supposed to be much more effective than the topical Frontline. Will see!
Castor oil pump from old drug store, circa 1800 |
Part of the pharmaceutical display in Old Drug Store in Vicksburg |
More from the drug store display |
How'd ya like to bathe yourself and all your kids on one of these? |
Sitz-bath? |
Court room in old Court House |
cotton steamer |
Some of dolls in museum |
Took 16 mile driving tour through the National Military Park which was a detailed account of the 47 day seige between the Union and Confederate armies. If we had stopped and read every marker, we would STILL be there!
Marble floor inside this 1800's monument at Nat. Millitary Park |
Betlinsky House in Vicksburg |
Vicksburg court House Museum at Night |
That evening, went back into town for an Art party at a gallery. The owners have fixed up the upstairs of the old building above their shop as their home, and invited the community for h'ordeurves and wine. It was interesting how they fixed it up, and lots of people there. After, we drove by the Old Court House again, as we heard they light it in blue at night. It was very impressive!
GRRRR!!! Picture placement problems again! Photo of puppets (below) was from the doll museum. Flat wooden boat was in Mississippi River museum. This type of boat was built for a one-way trip to transport goods, then the boat was dismantled and the lumber was used to build down-river.
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One of biggest monuments in the National Military Park |
Cotton Fields along the highway |
Cypress (?) trees in swamp. Once the watersrise, the trunk swells, and stunts their growth. |
Cajun Swamp |
Imagine baking in this oven! |
When a daughter was of age to be courted, father painted the chimney white to let the boys know |
Wash clothes with one of these? |
Couldn't find out what made these holes on the beach. |
One of the demolished homes along the bayou |
This sign was for Theriot for Judge. Judge The Riot? Poor guy! What a name |
People build High up, then rebuild after every storm! |
Sunset |
Sunset at Grand Isle, LA |
On Beach at Grand Isles State Park, LA |
Sunrise next morning, Grand Isles |
From bridge to Grand Isles, LA |
So,, that's all for now. More from New Orleans on a different blog.
Since it's almost Halloween, found a cute article about the Mystique of Halloween to share. It dates back to ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, and to link it to Christianity in the 8th century, Pope Gregory III designated Nov 1 as All Saints Day, a time to hallow or honor all saints and martyrs. This holy day was incorporated into the Samhain tradition and given the name All Hallows' Eve, which eventually became halloween. In early America, neighbors gathered to tell stories about the dead, read fortunes, dance and sing. These rituals transposed into ghost-tellings and mischief making. In 1846, Irish immigrants brought their tradition of dressing in costumes and going house to house to ask for money or food, which is how it all started, then evolved into parties focusing on games, foods of the season, and festive costumes. So, that's all I read about that! Happy Halloween!
Best to all,
Al & Sylvia
PS: Our friend Gene sent the following note which really made us feel better about ourselves, and hopefully it will help you, too: "Ever walk into a room with some purpose in mind, only to completely forget what that purpose was? Turns out, doors themselves are to blame for these strange memory lapses. Psychologists at the University of Notre Dame, have discovered that passing through a doorway triggers what is known as an event boundary in the mind, separating one set of thoughts and memories from the next. Your brain files away the thoughts you had in the previous room and prepares a blank slate for the new local." It's not aging...it's that door! Whew!!!