Homochitto

I headed out 584 from Osyka. The road was much better than I had remembered, not at all boring. I soon sighted my first Confederate Cemetery of the day.
In Mississippi they are common. Way too common. After a while their presence becomes overpowering and the magnitude of The War permeates everything. Its reminders are everywhere.

There the past is honored. The saving of old homes continues tradition.
Here, work was in progress. I could hear the hammaring and sawing.

I had had enough of 584, a real highway, and headed north moving toward the Homochitto uplands.

At the crossroads there was another magnificent country church. It drew me into its newly paved parking lot. I parked and began looking around. The weather was perfect, being in the low 80's with very low humidity. The blue sky tells all.

Last year, the old girl had had a party.

"Dinner on the Grounds" is a term I learned from Ray Fagan. These out buildings are where the communal gatherings are held. It may be as old as the church.

This place is not a museum. It is the present replicating the past. Tradition reflects the powerful state of a community.

Look at the picture of the church. See the little building to the right side.