Such interesting history and so frustrating to once again have modern commercial development trample over the preservation efforts of individuals. Thanks for sharing this.
Today, I walked into a random barber shop in Flowood, Mississippi and, despite what all of us know about this man, there was a Trump banner inside. I turned and walked out. I felt like I had walked into Satan's den. I ask you now, if you plan to vote for this evil human being to lead our nation in November, please, please, unfriend me now and cease communication with me. I have no desire to remain friends with the kind of people who brought on the holocaust. Despite whatever friendship we have enjoyed in the past, we will be enemies when or if this man gains the power to hurt innocent people and potentially destroy America's beautiful experiment in democracy.
Seriously, turn your back on me, and I will walk away with pleasant if ultimately misguided memories of our times together. If you support this person, whether because you are hateful or a fool, from this moment forward, I truly would prefer to remember you as the person I once thought I knew. Heretofore, I want nothing to do with you. I'm sorry. In many cases I truly cared for you, but we cannot coexist in a world where you are complicit in the destruction of this nation, which my father fought in WWII to preserve, and I do not want you in my post-apocalyptic tribe.
Please move along to the next overpass. I hope you sleep well at night, knowing you are part of a force of darkness and hate.
Back in the mid 70s the road from I-10 to Raymond was widened. The workers unknowingly bloodied through a Confederate mass burial. A friend who was much older than me and a fellow practical joker was also a relic hunter and did good research. He realized that the widening was where the Confederates buried their dead after the battle to take Jackson from the south west. He and a fellow relic hunter went to look. He saw what he thought was an exposed tree root that he might be able to use to pull himself up higher. He was wrong, it was a femur. They took what he could, including the femur because he found a bullet hole with the bullet rattling around inside the bone.
Years later he gave me some of the relics, including a number of shirt buttons, each with a little patch of fabric still sewed on. I participated in Civil War reenacting then and my wife made my shirts. She took those buttons and sewed them onto a new shirt she had just made. I still have the shirt with a dead mans buttons on it, along with the remnants of an exploded cannonball and a number of other items. Two of the most interesting items, found long after the the Battle of Baker's Creek, otherwise known as Champions Hill, were a Civil War hand grenade, found by my older friend and a civil war conical shaped cannon "ball" that had an iron fin attached which which caused it to rotate and make a screaming sound as it flew through the air. Later, I met some engineering graduates who read the after action reports of Frarrigut's ocean going ships which operated below Vicksburg while the Army using Iron clad gunboats of the Ohio Class like the Cairo, operated above Vicksburg. They learned what size canons they used and read where they shot from on the river. They would calculate where the shots would fall and then go out a probe with steel poles as far down as four feet. When I met them, they had just unearthed a 12 pounder canon ball. They were very efficient, only digging a hole about the size of the canon ball.
Such interesting history and so frustrating to once again have modern commercial development trample over the preservation efforts of individuals. Thanks for sharing this.
Great research and writing. Thanks!
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Today, I walked into a random barber shop in Flowood, Mississippi and, despite what all of us know about this man, there was a Trump banner inside. I turned and walked out. I felt like I had walked into Satan's den. I ask you now, if you plan to vote for this evil human being to lead our nation in November, please, please, unfriend me now and cease communication with me. I have no desire to remain friends with the kind of people who brought on the holocaust. Despite whatever friendship we have enjoyed in the past, we will be enemies when or if this man gains the power to hurt innocent people and potentially destroy America's beautiful experiment in democracy.
Seriously, turn your back on me, and I will walk away with pleasant if ultimately misguided memories of our times together. If you support this person, whether because you are hateful or a fool, from this moment forward, I truly would prefer to remember you as the person I once thought I knew. Heretofore, I want nothing to do with you. I'm sorry. In many cases I truly cared for you, but we cannot coexist in a world where you are complicit in the destruction of this nation, which my father fought in WWII to preserve, and I do not want you in my post-apocalyptic tribe.
Please move along to the next overpass. I hope you sleep well at night, knowing you are part of a force of darkness and hate.
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Back in the mid 70s the road from I-10 to Raymond was widened. The workers unknowingly bloodied through a Confederate mass burial. A friend who was much older than me and a fellow practical joker was also a relic hunter and did good research. He realized that the widening was where the Confederates buried their dead after the battle to take Jackson from the south west. He and a fellow relic hunter went to look. He saw what he thought was an exposed tree root that he might be able to use to pull himself up higher. He was wrong, it was a femur. They took what he could, including the femur because he found a bullet hole with the bullet rattling around inside the bone.
Years later he gave me some of the relics, including a number of shirt buttons, each with a little patch of fabric still sewed on. I participated in Civil War reenacting then and my wife made my shirts. She took those buttons and sewed them onto a new shirt she had just made. I still have the shirt with a dead mans buttons on it, along with the remnants of an exploded cannonball and a number of other items. Two of the most interesting items, found long after the the Battle of Baker's Creek, otherwise known as Champions Hill, were a Civil War hand grenade, found by my older friend and a civil war conical shaped cannon "ball" that had an iron fin attached which which caused it to rotate and make a screaming sound as it flew through the air. Later, I met some engineering graduates who read the after action reports of Frarrigut's ocean going ships which operated below Vicksburg while the Army using Iron clad gunboats of the Ohio Class like the Cairo, operated above Vicksburg. They learned what size canons they used and read where they shot from on the river. They would calculate where the shots would fall and then go out a probe with steel poles as far down as four feet. When I met them, they had just unearthed a 12 pounder canon ball. They were very efficient, only digging a hole about the size of the canon ball.
Fascinating!
Must mean I -20.