On our day off, after a wonderful thanksgiving with just the four of us, I convinced the wife to take a road trip to Greenwood, Mississippi. Her father spent some time there as a boy, then left as a teenager, moving to Atlanta to become a newspaper writer. We, the Ickers, live in rolling hill country in eastern Mississippi, but Greenwood, 90 miles west of us, is purely in the Delta, where the Tallahatchie and Yalobusha rivers join to become the Yazoo. It is cotton country, surrounded on all sides by cotton fields as far as the eye can see. I was a pure ding-bat tourist in Greenwood, wanting to snap pictures just about every time I turned a corner. There is much that I had to pass up and leave behind in Greenwood. But here are a few samples of what I brought back. I was told that the Robert Johnson grave site is the best of the three candidates for the actual burial site. Robert Johnson was not from Greenwood, I am told, but was poisoned and died there. There is a blues museum there but it was closed for the day. I can't wait to go back. I also can't wait to check out Clarksdale, Natchez, Vicksburg and Tupelo. As long as we can make trips like this I am a happy camper. The children are not yet old enough to enjoy these outings, but are finally old enough to tolerate them, as long as they have inflight movies and we buy them souvenirs.
On our day off, after a wonderful thanksgiving with just the four of us, I convinced the wife to take a road trip to Greenwood, Mississippi. Her father spent some time there as a boy, then left as a teenager, moving to Atlanta to become a newspaper writer. We, the Ickers, live in rolling hill country in eastern Mississippi, but Greenwood, 90 miles west of us, is purely in the Delta, where the Tallahatchie and Yalobusha rivers join to become the Yazoo. It is cotton country, surrounded on all sides by cotton fields as far as the eye can see. I was a pure ding-bat tourist in Greenwood, wanting to snap pictures just about every time I turned a corner. There is much that I had to pass up and leave behind in Greenwood. But here are a few samples of what I brought back. I was told that the Robert Johnson grave site is the best of the three candidates for the actual burial site. Robert Johnson was not from Greenwood, I am told, but was poisoned and died there. There is a blues museum there but it was closed for the day. I can't wait to go back. I also can't wait to check out Clarksdale, Natchez, Vicksburg and Tupelo. As long as we can make trips like this I am a happy camper. The children are not yet old enough to enjoy these outings, but are finally old enough to tolerate them, as long as they have inflight movies and we buy them souvenirs.
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