I'd like to share a few photos before I settle back in and start painting.
I stayed out on the family farm with one of my mom's brothers and his wife. It's heaven on earth, a million miles from any hustle and bustle. I used to stay there as a little kid when I visited and when the sun went down at night, I was scared to death of the dark. As an adult, it's paradise. You can see every star in the sky. It's just .... heaven on earth.
A fraction of the food brought in for the reunion ...
Under the Hill with the Mississippi River flowing by ....
And Nellie Jackson's famous whorehouse ...
When I was about 12 years old, one of my older cousins drove me by Nellie's on a Saturday night. It was alive and well back then. Patrons weren't allowed to come in through the front door, there was a driveway that took them to the back door, where they were greeted by Miss Nellie or one of her girls.
Miss Nellie ran the brothel for 60 years. It is said she took a roll of film to the local drugstore every week to be developed and those photos were her insurance. It worked for 6 decades. In 1990, at the age of 87, a 20-year old neighbor stumbled to the back door drunk and Miss Nellie refused service and told him to come back sober - it was a house rule.
The young man walked over to a gas station across the street and filled a cooler with gasoline and returned to Nellie's place and knocked on the back door. When Miss Nellie opened the door, he threw the gas on her and lit a match. Miss Nellie lived for a week and died from her burns - the man who murdered her didn't realize he spilled some of the gas on himself and suffered burns.
Miss Nellie was loved by a lot of the Natchez citizens for her sweet nature and generosity. She was an avid baseball fan and was often seen around town with two or three of her white poodles.
Just a little Natchez history.
