Greensburg Clinton and Jackson

    My wife is watching "Lost" and I figure that to be a good name for it, as in "lost time". Of course, lately, I've considered this enterprise, likewise, "lost time". Constantly posting ride reports without a whole lot of feedback does make one feel he is talking to the wall.
    Today Dave wrote a nice note and reminded me of one of the main reasons I was writing this thing in the first place, the sharing of my experiences made as realistic as possible for those who can't travel.
   Yes, he twisted the "guilt trip" knife.
   Ok, Dave, here's one more I wanted to do a while back but got wrapped up in the Civil War, Patriot Stones, Litter and what not. They were diversionary writes to keep from doing this one.
   "Oh, what could it be?" you say.
    It is the "Unabridged Story of La.10" from its western end near Leesville to the Pearl River where it turns into Mississippi Hwy. 26. It was suppose to be, but, I have learned to downsize. Because, this gig really does take a lot of time. And, "excuse days", cold and rainy ones, just haven't been happening.
     Tonight, while the wife is "lost", I guess I'll re-ride a trip taken a while back to some very interesting little Louisiana towns. Incidently, they are on La. 10. I guess if I keep pecking at it, I may get that "Whole La.10" deal done.
      I find that road as multi-dimentional as La.1, the once main north-south route of La. When a road shares Bogalusa, St.Francisvile, New Roads, Melville, Washington, and Ville Platte as stops on its course, it's diverse. Take my word for it.
   This ride is to two very Southern towns, though not directly in the line of fire during the Civil War, they contributed much to the Confederate effort and I feel gray blood still flows thickly in the veins of the residents. Their towns were not damaged or burned as were those towns of major commercial or strategic worth. Thus, the architecture is stlll intact as a constant reminder of the past, perpetuating, that gray blood. I found the same aura in Port Gibson, another place that never grew much passed its Civil War size. Family lines continue in those towns because of their proximity to larger ones which affords city things, like jobs and businesses. These small towns have become historic bedroom communities with their own cottage industry, the Past.

      While I'm picking on my wife, I guess I'll blame this trip on her. It really was her fault. She had been harping on me to take the grandkids to this little steam train in Jackson, La. I'd be bringing the group in the camper and I didn't want "finding it" problems or parking problems or problems. Yes, I was making excuses to ride to Jackson that Saturday before the Sunday's Official Outing.
    Bright and early I left on the 90 mile ride to Jackson, hitting La. 10 at its intersection with La.450 in Washington Parish. Washington Parish, west of La.21 is pretty hilly and the ride started out, going in that direction, nicely. Soon the Valley of the Tangipahoa was reached and US 51, I-49, crossed. Rising out of the valley, the rippling hills started again. Vistas present themselves as the road is pretty straight.
       Soon I arrived in Greensburg. I'd been through Greensburg before and remember being routed around the courthouse and then realigned with La.10. Not this time. It was a straight shot through town, but at a commanded 25 miles per hour. I write it out as even the locals were going 25 miles per hour.
        I do what the locals do or slower. I stopped at what looked like an old jail. There wasn't a discriptive sign so I'll guess it was an old jail. It did have a "Historic Places" plaque on it. I asked these two guys standing across the street at the real jail what they knew about it. One was a uniformed cop and the other a muti-tatooed fella dressed in "street clothes". The policeman slightly shrugged and the other fella said that it had been there as long as he remembered which dated it to be at least 30 years old or less, somewhere outside the boundary of being on the list of National Historic Places. That was not the first time I've asked locals about the age of local architecture and gotten that standard reply. I'm reminded to use it the next time I'm quizzed. Of course that would put the place on the List of Historic Places.

Now, is the brick house the old courthouse that was converted to a jail?

I dont' know. It was like that when I rolled into town (25mph).

To St.Francisville

To Bogalusa

Ray lit up when he saw this historical marker,and gave me no hint. This is what I've found so far:
William KENDRICK (fought in battles of Guilford House, Camden, Ninety-six, and Eutaw Springs) Revolutionary War Soldier, But this one is buried in Illinois??