Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Jackson Falls
Named for Andrew Jackson who spent his honeymoon on the trace, did business there, and used part of the trace on his road to Washington as President.
We are very lucky because today when we arrive it is almost 90 degrees. We will enjoy the cool refreshing air around the Falls and have a picnic.
While we were there a man climbed to the top of the falls and found a letter box in the rocks behind. So if you loose your phone connection you can always leave a message at Jackson Falls!
Mount Locust
Mt Locust is the only remaining stand on the Trace. There is a Ranger who works here who was born in the house. Unfortunately he had time off during our time so we have to catch up with him on another trip. The family who owned this home for many generations has donated it to the National Park Service.
It has had some renovations but they are in character. A step back into simple living. The family that ran the stand raised ten children here. Another building no longer standing housed the Trace travelers. Currently there is a garden, soapmaking and other demonstrations on the weekends, a family cemetary and
a slave cemetary that lists the names of the ten who were buried in the cemetary.
A must stop for those researching Black History because the history of the property dates from the time of slavery into the present.
Port Gibson MS
Here are photos of Port Gibson which had surprises for us. We were urged to see the old homes. However, when we arrived things evolved that we were introduced to a homey place of today....first delicious fried chicken dinner for 2.50 at the gas station home cooked by local women, then the charming downtown area with
a craft center and a bright mural done by the town youth depicting their conquest of goals. The old homes and churches were there too and showing signs of needing upkeep.
Many of them were bed and breakfast sites and historical venues. Signs on the street said SAVE CHURCH STREET! This is the area of the ante bellum homes deemed too beautiful to burn.
Next was taking in the Windsor Ruins... just outside of town on the Trace map
we inquired at Fire Station due to lack of signage. We were directed to " a very narrow road." Thankfully we did not encounter any cars going the opposite direction. We scratched and scraped low foliage for ten miles wondering if it
were the road to nowhere when we finally saw a sign beside a rather overgrown path... we had arrived! The ruins are of a large home that burned accidentally in 1890 and they are still grand.
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