Spending a week here for a reason I'll call research is pretty special.
Even if <research> means sitting on the porch listening and talking.
Riding around places I remember but thought I'd forgotten.
Not writing a single thing down.
This weekend I'll spend time listening to authorities speak about things I'm interested in, and I'll take plenty of notes.
I'll hang out with a friend of my mama's.
I'll sit in libraries.
I may even sit under a tree or two.
Last weekend I took a few pictures.
I'll share so you can enjoy, too.
Sunset over the Mississippi River. That's Arkansas over there.
Artifacts unearthed and on display.
From some deep dark filing cabinet, I assume.
Historic marker unveiled on the campus of Delta State University, the site of my first school. My memories of nursery school include taking a field trip across campus to see the "Science Museum," which consisted of a two-headed lamb and a tapeworm that had been removed during surgery. A very long tapeworm. I'm sure there was more. That's all I remember.
I have no idea what I'll do with this thought, but it's percolating.
Historic Jackson.
Not often that I see this much cotton ready to be picked.
I remember when the fields were full of it though.
Quite beautiful. Even if the stories may not be so beautiful.
Know what I mean?
