Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Memphis in the Meantime






 Monday morning, March 27, we arrived in Memphis, Tennessee about 6:30 a.m. Click to hear John Hiatt's Memphis in the Meantime The weather was gray and threatening rain as we woke up and got ready to have breakfast and depart the American Queen. Transferring off was uneventful and easy.  We were one of the last ones off as we had no plane to catch or tour to do as many other people did.  We caught a cab from the terminal to our hotel, a Holiday Inn, which was not far from Beale Street and right across the street from the Peabody Hotel. It was still fairly early in the day, but a room was ready for us, so we got our gear stowed and went across the street to the Peabody to see the “Parade of Ducks”, a twice daily event that has been a tradition since the early 1930’s.  Promptly at 11:00 a.m. the ducks come down from their rooftop “home” on an elevator and at the lobby they make a mad dash to the tune of recorded Sousa March’s for the fountain in the center of the lobby. They looked contented swimming around and did not seem to mind the large crowd that had gathered to observe them. Click to see the parade of the ducks The ducks remain there until they reverse the process at 5 p.m.  The Peabody is a grand old hotel with all the old money amenities, but the ducks are definitely unique.  The “Duckmaster” (Who is also the senior Bell Captain) provides the assembled crowd who jam the place with a build-up narrative for some 15 or 20 minutes. To hear him tell it, it all started with a wealthy man who had come into Memphis and was doing some duck hunting out of town.  Back in those days, live decoys were allowed and after the man’s day of hunting was complete, he brought the decoy ducks back to the hotel and put them in the fountain.  After they had been there a few days, an animal trainer who was in town with a circus offered to train the ducks to parade and within a week or so they began to perform what is now a twice a day, 365 day a year event.  Suzy and I were able to get a place up on the mezzanine overlooking the fountain and approach area and got some good photos and a little video.  While we were waiting, Suzy told me her parents spent one night of their honeymoon in the Peabody Hotel in late December 1937 as they traveled from their wedding in St. Louis to their first duty station together at Fort Benning, Georgia.

After the duck parade, we did some walking around to get our bearings and ended up going to the main office for the tourist bureau in town and got some good maps and guidance from the manager there.  We wanted to ride the famous electric trolley cars in Memphis like we had in New Orleans, but they were all out of service for maintenance of the fleet, so we rode the replacement buses that traveled the same routes instead.  That gave us a feel for where things were and what we could walk to and what would require some sort of a ride. We got off at near our hotel and had lunch at a small combination deli and convenience store that made great soup, salads and sandwiches.  It was a hidden gem and one of the best inexpensive lunches we had the whole trip.  We went back to our room and rested a bit after unpacking what we needed for the time we were going to be in Memphis and waited out some thunderstorm watches that had come in over our phones.  Although the wind blew a gale, it never did rain, so we headed back out about 5 p.m. and walked to Beale Street.  We went past the arena where the Memphis Grizzlies NBA team plays basketball and also had recently hosted an NCAA regional final series.  We also saw the baseball stadium where the AAA affiliate of the St. Louis cardinals play ball.  Both are new stadiums and very well done.  We saw the modest home of W. C. Handy, the Memphis musician who was known as the “Father of the Blues” as he was the first African-American to write down the music that was being played and sung locally and publish it for popular distribution. Beale Street in the early part of the 20th century was a neighborhood of African-American owned business establishments, banks social clubs and was really its own little city with neighborhoods around it.  It always was a place that had clubs and places to hear live music, but it was not until the 60’s and integration that the character of the place changed and became more of a general entertainment area for the city and its music. The club area now is only about 3 blocks long on both sides of the street, so we could see what we wanted in fairly short order.  We did go into a music and souvenir store and dropped some dollars on music CD’s, t-shirts and post cards.  I had made a reservation at B.B. King’s Blues Club, but we had time to take our purchases back to the hotel and get back in time for our reservation.  The joint was jumping when we got there, but we had a table, fairly close to the side of the main stage. We ordered some Bar- B-Que and listened to 3 young men in pork pie hats wail away on some of the tunes from the early Sun era. As the night went on they moved ahead into the 70’s and 80’s even doing a little Z.Z. Top at the end of their set. Click to hear a little of the music After dinner we headed out to see what other places had for music, but since it was Monday night, just after the NCAA playoff weekend there. Some places were actually closed and others had music we were not terribly interested in.  We decided to call it a night by about 9:30 and headed back to our hotel and to bed.

Tuesday, March 28 arrived along with a full blown cold for Suzy.  She tried to get going, but was not at all well and ended up going back to bed for the morning.  We had planned to see Sun Studios and Graceland that day, but changed plans to do it the next day when hopefully she would be better.  I decided to walk over to the Gibson guitar factory and had a great tour of the place, first group of the day, and got to see the whole operation, which is very interesting. Unfortunately, no photos are allowed on the factory floor, so I was unable to take pictures, but to see the way the guitars are made--mostly with hand work with some machine assistance—was not to be missed.  The Memphis factory makes hollow body electrics and is the only one of the three Gibson factories to do public tours.  They make hard body electric guitars in Nashville, Tennessee and acoustic guitars in Bozeman, Montana.  One of the coolest things is that all the guitars are hand painted, mostly by one man (who does use a spray gun, but no templates, so each is a bit different).  The factory finishes about 60 guitars a day and the build process takes about 6 weeks for each one.  After the factory floor tour, we headed into their showroom where you can play any of their models that are for sale as well as buy them if you are so inclined or just purchase some guitar paraphernalia.

From there I crossed the street and went to the Museum of Rock and Soul, which is affiliated with the Smithsonian Museums in DC.  I could have spent hours in there as not only did they have displays and memorabilia, but every era had its own jukebox with music from that era. The tour was done over MP3 headphones so you went at your own pace and had narrative as well as the music.  It was totally awesome!  By the time I finished that museum experience, it was getting time to head back and see how Suzy was doing.  I got there about 2 p.m. and she was feeling well enough to go see the Rock and Soul museum on her own.  She did that and I called up an Uber ride and went to the Stax museum, which is where the soul music of the 60’s and early 70’s was recorded by people like Otis Redding, Isaac Hayes and many others.  The studio had originally been a movie theater and was purchased on a shoestring by the people who founded Stax in order to have the big auditorium sound for recording and lots of space for their gear. The museum is well done, has a good introductory movie and lots of memorabilia. They have TV screens of performances recorded, so there is less music available to listen to as you go through, but plenty to experience from that era.  Their studio bands were mixed black and white musicians, which was not done much in pre-integration days, but did a lot to get people listening to the music itself over who was playing it.  The Memphis Horns and the Mar-Keys both came out of the recording studio bands to perform with headliners like Otis Redding.  Unfortunately, over half of the Mar-Keys died in the plane crash that killed Otis Redding as his big hit “Dock of the Bay” was being released. They had Booker T’s Hammond organ which he used to record “Green Onions” and other instrumental hits with the group “Booker T and the MG’s”. They have Isaac Hayes’ gold plated Cadillac on display.  Stax went through a period of musical transition after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King in Memphis and a lot of the “Soul Sound” transitioned into protest, take a stand type music and artists who were making a statement for social change.  Eventually Stax ran into financial difficulties and was unable to compete with the big labels. Stax and Volt records, a subsidiary, eventually got bought out and most of the big names went with other major labels.  The museum is in an economically disadvantaged part of the city, but is well taken care of, has lots of onsite security and a secure parking lot.  It closes at 5 p.m. and it is not a place I would want to be driving around after dark, so get there during the heart of the day by cab or Uber.

Suzy and I reconnected at the hotel about 4 p.m.  We had decided to have an early dinner of ribs at the famous “Rendezvous” restaurant, a Memphis institution of good ribs done Memphis pit Bar-B-Que, dry rub style.  You can put sauce on them at the table, but I ate mine dry and enjoyed them, but Suzy had to have some “wet” on hers.  They don’t take reservations, but they open for dinner at 4:30 and we were there at 4:45, since it was just down the alley (yes an alley entrance!) about 500 feet from our hotel’s front door.  As John Hiatt sang, “We got good and greasy”, but unlike the song we did not “go back home and put the cow horns back on the Cadillac and change the message on the code-a-phone”.  We did head back to the hotel, choosing not to go down to Beale Street so we could rest up for the major sightseeing effort the next day.

Wednesday, March 29 it was up, breakfast and a short Uber ride over to Sun Records, about a mile away from the hotel.  We were there near the front of the line to get in before 10 a.m. and get tickets for the first tour of the day which started at 10:30.  The place did not disappoint. We had time to peruse the stuff for sale in the outer part and right on time our enthusiastic young tour guide took us up and into the part of the building that is the museum. At various displays he would stop and play examples of music recorded by the artists we were looking at. One of the first true "Rock and Roll songs was recorded at Sun in 1951 by Robert Brenston with Ike Turner on guitar. It was called "Rocket 88". Click here to hear Rocket 88  Sam Phillips founded Memphis Recording Service as a way to supplement his regular job income.  He would record weddings, recitals and other events using primitive portable record recording equipment or very primitive tape and wire recorders, and then cut the recordings and press copies for the customers.  It was not too long into that when he decided to start recording some of the local talent around the Memphis music scene, to include a lot of the black musicians from Beale Street.  He had a female assistant who acted as secretary, girl Friday and assistant recording engineer when he was out. She was the first one to record Elvis, singing a ballad, which Sam Phillips hated and did not release.  Sam was into R&B, Rockabilly and the Blues. If it didn’t “jump” he did not like it.  His assistant kept pestering him to give Elvis another shot and so eventually Sam had a couple of his house musicians, back up Elvis for a session. Once again, it was love songs and Sam was not buying, He told them to take a break and was going to send Elvis packing when Elvis started noodling and singing “That’s All Right Baby”. Click to hear Thats Alright (Mama) Sam was in the control room with the sound on, heard it and said “That’s it!”  The musicians learned the song in a couple of tries and Sam recorded it on acetate, ran over to the local radio station that had a wild man disc jockey, barged in and had him play the record and it immediately got the station’s switchboard lit up for requests to play it again and again. As they say, the rest is history.  The story of the “Million Dollar Quartet” is fascinating as well and is a case in point of how Sam played loose with copyright laws and was always getting sued.  In December 1956, Carl Perkins was doing some recordings for Sun trying to recapture his “Blue Suede Shoes” hit magic.  Jerry lee Lewis was playing piano for the studio at the time and also had done some recordings for Sun.  Johnny Cash had stopped by to say hello and Merry Christmas, so Sam called Elvis, who by this time had signed with RCA records and was no longer a Sun asset and asked him to come by and say hello.  The four artists started talking and jamming, so Sam stuck a microphone in the middle of the floor, hit record and captured some 4 hours of tape of a wide variety of playing, talking and generally fooling around musically.  He released some of it as “The Million Dollar Quartet” and over the years, most of it has been put out, but no telling what the legal ramifications were. The iconic photo taken by a Memphis newspaperman who was an invited guest shows the four guys and, as our guide told us, many people mistake Carl Perkins for Bruce Springsteen, as the resemblance is uncanny in the picture, but of course Bruce was just a small child in 1956.  When we got to the recording studio itself, it was surprisingly small, but did have a high ceiling with old acoustical tile.  It still has the tape marks on the floor where Elvis stood, another mark for the string bass player and another for the other musician.   The microphone Elvis used is still there and I was able to get a photo of me using it.  The room is chock full of musical instruments and the studio is still used to record in the evenings.  A number of big names have recorded there, U2 for one.  You can record your stuff, but Sun records has been history for many years, so you will have to “sell” your tapes to another label or do it yourself, which people are doing more of with streaming audio and social media. With the tour over, we headed back out and discovered that the shuttle bus that normally goes out to Graceland from Sun was down for repairs, so we did another Uber and headed off to Graceland, which is out on the edge of the city.

It so happened our Uber driver had worked as a Graceland tour guide in the very early days of it being open to the public. He had not been out since all the newly built up areas across the highway from the home had been opened.  He said when he started, Elvis’s Mother and Priscilla were still living there. The upper floors of the house were and still are not open to the public and are the family living quarters. Before the tours started for the day, our driver would be there to start work and have morning coffee in the kitchen with the ladies in their robes and have a good chat before things ramped up.  Those days are a far cry from what the place has become. You arrive and park or get let off in a huge parking and staging area.  You go into a large building and que up for tickets. Depending on how much you want to see, you pay your fee and get tickets with a QR code on them that get scanned everywhere you go.  After that you que up for one of two theaters that show a movie about Elvis, then you head out the back of the building and que up for a shuttle bus that takes you across the road and over into the grounds of Graceland proper. You are provided with an I-Pad, earphones and a carrying strap which gives the narration of the tour and allows you to view rooms from a 360 degree perspective as well as go deeper into information if you wish.  When we arrived, I was a bit surprised as I was expecting a bigger mansion style home, not that it is not large, just that it is not massive like the plantation homes we had been touring.  We were let in by groups of about 10-12 people and were able to tour at our own pace.  By this point Suzy was getting weary and feeling the effects of the sun and heat outside, so she skipped a few parts of the tour and rested on a bench outside in the back yard area. The main floor is open to the public has been left as it was when Elvis died, so some of the things that were modern looking then are quaint now, especially the electronics and kitchen appliances.  The family still does use the home occasionally for things like Thanksgiving dinner and other special times.  The finished basement has a game room and a TV room with narrow staircases up and down to each which allows tourists to move through in one direction. The outside rear of the grounds has room for horses, and there are some there for the family to ride if they wish. There are some outbuildings that were used as an office for Elvis’s Dad and a separate building that has a racquetball court and lounge area, to include a piano, which was a favorite spot for Elvis to burn off some energy. The pool area is not large, but nicely put together and fronts the memorial garden that contains the graves of Elvis, his parents and grandmother. Although Elvis was originally buried in a regular cemetery in Memphis, the place became overwhelmed with fans and tourists and the city gave permission for the graves to be moved to the grounds of Graceland where access is controlled. One fact I did not know is that Elvis was actually a twin. His mother did not know she was carrying two babies and the first born twin was a stillbirth, but Elvis was born shortly thereafter to the families great surprise. There is a small memorial stone for that infant along with the other graves.  Once through all the outer parts of the home and grounds, we queued up for the return bus trip across the highway to the major complex that has greatly expanded the Graceland experience, much of which just opened this spring.

We had purchased a ticket that gave us access to most of the rest of the complex and after taking a break at a malt shop/diner for a drink, we made our way through various exhibit halls that contained Elvis’s car collection, motorcycle and other vehicles that were his “toys”.  There was an exhibition of his period of Army military service in an Armored Division in Germany (as an aside, early in my time in the Army I served in an Armored Cavalry Unit where one of our senior NCO’s had been a Sergeant in charge of Elvis’s platoon in Germany.  He always had good things to say about Elvis and apparently he tried to do his service without making waves.  There were exhibits of musical influences on Elvis such as Gospel and Country Music and people Elvis influenced musically. There was an area that contained a lot of his fan memorabilia and archived documents, which are available for research.  Of course there were plenty of places to part with your money for food, drink or souvenirs.  They do have a couple of movie theaters that run Elvis’s films, but we did not stop there as by this time, Suzy really needed to get back and have a rest.  We exited the complex and caught a cab dropping off some other visitors and went directly to our hotel. Suzy was dehydrated, so I walked over to a convenience store down the block from the hotel and picked up a bag of salty chips and a Gatorade drink for her to get replenished.

After resting up, we went to the Flying Fish for dinner, where I got their version of the fried oyster po-boy which turned out to be the best one I had all trip. They were playing good recorded blues music and it was not so crowded we could not enjoy our meal, all in all a good dinner experience.  As Suzy was not 100%, we did not try and return to Beale Street, just went back to the hotel, packed up for the return flight home the next day and called it a night.

Thursday March 30 was a potentially stormy weather day, but the thunderstorms that had caused so many tornados in Texas the day before threatened Memphis but did not materialize.  We got a late checkout and when it was time to go, we took an Uber to the airport and relaxed there while awaiting our flight home.  The bad weather in the area did not affect us at all and our direct flight back to Reagan National in DC arrived a few minutes earlier than projected.  Our friend, Ted Bull, picked us up and dropped us off at home as he had had some business in the District that day and stuck around for us. (Thanks Ted!) Since we were 3 in the car we used the HOV lanes and got home relatively quickly.  Things were in good shape at the house and we were able to unpack, have a light meal and get to bed at a decent hour.  We enjoyed our trip and were very glad to have had the Road Scholar experience, but were also glad to have added on the time in Memphis for ourselves.  I think we were there at a great time as the weather was good, the crowds were way down and we got to do almost everything we wanted to do.  It turned out that Suzy had more than a cold and needed some antibiotics after seeing her physician, but is pretty much over her cough now and the very next day after arriving home was granted release from her walking boot by our podiatrist and able to return to wearing regular shoes and resume a walking exercise program at her own pace.  I think Memphis is a great place to visit, lots to do and see.  Our one regret was we did not visit the Civil Rights museum that has been built at the site of the King assassination, but I do recommend it.  Click to Hear the Song "Walking in Memphis"

Monday, April 10, 2017

Up the Mississippi River on the American Queen Steamboat



Shortly after 1 p.m. on Monday, March 20, we arrived at the New Orleans Marine Terminal to embark on the American Queen steamboat for the river cruise portion of our Road Scholar trip.  The embarkation and processing went very smooth. Our stateroom assignment was on the third deck, the “Alabama” stateroom, #335.  It was a good location, about in the middle of the deck, around the corner from stairs and elevators, but close enough to get to them easily.  We were also right across from the little theater room our group used for lectures while onboard.  Our stateroom had a private veranda, which was nice to have to sit outside without the distraction of people walking by on the deck. It also gave us the ability to leave one of the exterior double doors open at night and get fresh air.  The term “stateroom” is entirely an American steamboat invention, as the first passenger boats in the 1800’s named their passenger sleeping rooms after states in the union.  The 4th deck was normally an open space not subdivided into rooms and used for gatherings.  As it was the biggest room on the boat, it was called the “Texas” deck for the biggest state in the Union. As the trip went on, I looked for a “Montana” stateroom but Suzy found it before I did. Every state was represented, as well as the navigable rivers in the U.S. and some notable river port towns. The “American Queen is a modern reproduction of a classic paddle wheel steam boat of the mid-1800’s.  It is propelled by a large rear wooden paddle wheel driven by a steam engine that dates from the 1920’s and reconditioned when this boat was built. I had a chance to go down to the engine room and see it in action. Click here to see a short video of the engine room It is 19th century technology that still works well.  The only thing different is that the boilers are fired with diesel oil rather than coal or wood. It has a large steam whistle that gets blown for signaling and when we depart a stop made along the river. It also has a steam powered calliope which gets played as we leave a stop.  On one day, they allowed volunteers to take a crack at playing and yours truly waited in line to play a few notes. I later received an honorary certificate good for playing a steam calliope on all navigable rivers in America.
            Our group was assigned seating for dinner at the early seating, 5:15 p.m., and we had two tables reserved for us.  By this time we had been introduced to our lecturer/historian for the trip, Mr. Brian Altobello, from New Orleans.  He has been an educator in the New Orleans Schools most of his career and currently does part-time curriculum development giving him the free time to do one-week trips with Road Scholar.  We were his first group so we took it easy on him!  After a delicious dinner served on china with linens and real silver, we took in the entertainment in the showroom.  It was an introduction to key staff and a representative sample of the on board entertainment we would have during the trip.  After that, we went back to our stateroom and settled in for the evening with the veranda door open and watched the lights on the river of the commercial traffic go by as we fell asleep.
            Tuesday, March 21, we were awake at 6:30 as it got light about then.  Our room attendant had arranged to bring us coffee at 7 a.m. every day, so we wanted to be ready for that.  We cleaned up, had breakfast and assembled in the Mark Twain Lounge with our Road Scholar Group for our morning tour activities.  We had tied up early in the morning at the levee next to a large former sugar cane plantation called Oak Alley. It got its name from the 200+ year old live oak trees planted on either side of the road to the plantation house, forming an arch.  Our tour was set to see another plantation, called “Laura”, after one of the owners who lived on it the longest. Our Road Scholar bus from New Orleans and the same driver was waiting for us having driven up from New Orleans overland. He took us to “Laura” where we met a local guide ho gave our group its own tour.  The plantation is now owned by the State of Louisiana and consists of the plantation house, several outbuildings and a bit of associated acreage. The outbuildings included several former slave cabins, later sharecropper dwellings after the Civil War. They were generally inhabited by the same former slaves working for minimum wages and paid in scrip redeemable only at the plantation store  A private agribusiness company owns the farmland now and still raises sugar cane, but the work is totally mechanized now, requiring little human labor. “Laura” is representative of a Creole plantation.  It was founded in 1803 by a Frenchman named Duparc from Normandy who left France under a cloud having killed a man in a duel.  He was known to be a violent man, but married and had three children. One son died as a very young man, the other named Plagy Duparc (pronounced “fleshy” doo-park) married and had children as did the sister Elizabeth, who ended up outliving everyone and eventually inheriting the whole operation which was huge by this time and very profitable.  Laura was Elizabeth’s only surviving heir and lived to be 102 herself, having been born during Lincoln’s presidency and dying during Kennedy’s. At age 74 she wrote down her remembrances of her life on the plantation, which along with business papers gave a good historical record for the provenance of the place. The last heirs sold “Laura” to the state of Louisiana in 1985 and it has been under restoration since.  The house was built of cedar wood, logged by slaves in the swamp, cut and dressed into the beams and lumber used in the home and marked with Roman numerals, moved to the home site and reassembled using the Roman numerals as the way to match up what pieces went together. The house is built up on pilings with the ground floor used as open storage as it will flood when the river overflows.  It also makes the home cooler with ventilation as does the design and placement of windows and doors.  The colors are authentic to the Creole décor style of the time and the interior has many European French touches as Creole people were either French or of French descent. In fact our local guide defined Creole at that time as anyone born in Louisiana who spoke French and was Catholic.  The whole region from New Orleans to Baton Rouge was sugar cane plantations fronting the Mississippi on both banks, owned by wealthy landowners and worked by slaves. Sugar cane was processed by plantation mills and shipped by boat up or down the Mississippi. Some planters maintained town homes in New Orleans and most sent their older children to France to boarding schools.  Up until the Civil War, the Duparc family had freed none of their slaves, however, Plagy Duparc fathered three children out of wedlock with one or more slave women as baptismal records of the local Catholic Parish recorded the names of the parents of these mixed race children.  It was not clear to me, but I believe these offspring were then treated as “free people of color” and not slaves themselves, but had to make their own way in the world and had no share in any inheritance when Plagy died.
            The home itself was remarkable as it had stayed in one family so long and had not suffered the ravages of the Civil War. Most all the furniture, china and décor were original family pieces. One interesting feature of the home was several long windows with a Dutch door at the bottom of the frame which, when the window was fully raised, could be opened allowing egress to the wrap around porch. Another feature was a large fan on a rope and pulley system over the dining room table with the rope running to the dining room door. A slave child would pull on the rope and the fan would move. This kept flies away from the table and provided those seated at the table with some moving air.  Because of fire safety and to reduce excess heat in the house, plantation kitchens were separate from the home and usually had rooms above for domestic slaves to live in close to the house.  While we can all admire the nice house and the obvious wealth of the owners, it is sobering to note that this was all made on the backs of slave laborers, then after the Civil War, on the labor of sharecroppers who almost always were indebted to the “company store” to the point they never could make it off the plantation.  Things only changed when the mechanization of farming and the civil rights movement came together to make this kind of labor as unneeded as it was unattractive to those working.
            After the tour we were running a bit behind schedule so we went directly back to the levee.  Suzy and a few others took a quick look into the Oak Alley plantation as it was just across from the boat. I opted for lunch back on the boat in the dining area known as the “Front Porch”. It is on the 3rd deck at the front of the boat and offered buffet style meals three times a day, along with a serve yourself soft ice cream dispenser, with tables both inside and outside on the deck.  Suzy returned shortly before we cast off to head on upriver, had her lunch and we reconnected back at our stateroom.  We had our first lecture from Brian on the history of New Orleans, which although we were long gone, helped put things we had already seen and done there in perspective.  In summary, New Orleans was French from the early 1700’s, then Spanish from 1759 to 1803, then briefly French again until the Louisiana Purchase later in 1803 when it became part of the USA.  It remained so despite the best efforts of the British to take control of it in the War of 1812 during the famous Battle of New Orleans in 1814 making a national hero of Andrew Jackson.  The French provided the buildings, the culture and the Napoleonic code of law which still is the basis for Louisiana State law, unlike the rest of the U.S. states which generally more or less follow English common law.  The Spanish provided good administration and their culture and some of the spicy cooking flavors which remain to this day. Because of this mix of cultures, New Orleans had a more laisses-faire attitude toward race than more English colonial states. Although there were slaves, there were proportionally more “free people of color”- mixed race citizens who had their own neighborhoods and culture.  One of the more interesting aspects of this was the socially accepted practice of white men having mixed race mistresses established in homes paid for by the man.  Children of these mistresses were also free people of color and many of the female children when they became young women would continue the tradition.  The mothers of the women put together large social balls attended by the young women and the men where they would mix and pair up based on affinity. The mother would then do up a contract equally binding on both parties and recognized by local courts.  The men might be single or even married to white women, who apparently went along with the arrangements.
            After our lecture we were free to relax until dinner, which again was a fine dining experience. We enjoyed the entertainment once again that evening and called it a night.  The weather was conducive for leaving the door open to view the lights of the river traffic going by as well as lights along the shore.
            Wednesday, March 22, I awoke in the predawn light to see the boat’s front searchlight plying the shore of the river looking for the tie up spot for our stop at St. Francisville. The town is a quaint old town with a lot of history. It is now primarily a tourist stop and bedroom community for Baton Rouge, but has a lot of charm about it. Some 1700 people live in the town now. It is said to be a town that is two blocks wide and seven miles long with a lot of quaint shops and historical homes.  John James Audubon had spent several years in the area working on his bird paintings. At this point we had gone north far enough to leave behind the French Catholic part of southern Louisiana and passed into the English Protestant settled portion.  The town was founded by Spanish monks from the Order of St. Francis who were looking for the high ground on the bluffs above the Mississippi as a burial ground for their order. Most all of the post-colonial era plantation owners were Episcopalian in this area and the town has one of the oldest Episcopal churches in the state. It has a large church graveyard with many old stones and a few above ground tombs.  One of the most interesting is the grave of a Union Navy gunboat commander who contracted a fever during the Civil War siege of the town and in his delirium committed suicide. His last request was for a Masonic funeral, so the Union forces went under a flag of truce and spoke with the Senior Warden of the Episcopal Church in St. Francisville, who was a Mason, and arranged for a service to be conducted with all the Masonic rites and rituals.  Once that was done, they went back to war against each other. However when the Senior Warden, who was a Confederate Officer in the war, passed away years later, he asked to be interred with the Union officer and so the marker slab lists both their names.
            Another interesting piece of history is the Parish (county) of West Feliciana that St. Francisville sits in.  
It was at one brief point in history part of a separate “country” known as the “Free State of West Florida”. Back in the early 1800’s, Florida still belonged to Spain. The panhandle portion of Florida extended across what is now south eastern Louisiana.  After the Louisiana Purchase, the people who lived in the area declared their independence from Spain, raised a militia, made a constitution, produced a currency and had their own flag, a large white 5-pointed star on a blue field.  The mini-country lasted 74 days at which point they asked to be annexed to the United States, which the US government was more than happy to do and those five Parishes became part of the state of Louisiana.  This predates the Texas secession from Mexico by several decades, but it is thought the flag ended up being the inspiration for the Lone Star flag of the Texas Republic.
            Plantations in this area had begun growing tobacco in the late 1700’s, which did not do well, so the next cash crop tried was Indigo in the early 1800’s, but the processing of the plants to get the purple dye was found to be poisoning the slaves who did the work. The plantations then switched to cotton growing in the 1830’s. Cotton thrived in the alluvial soil, but still was tedious to pick and clean.  However, with the invention by Eli Whitney of the cotton gin, cleaning the seeds from bolls became much easier and cotton production took off with bales of cotton weighing some 500 pounds being shipped up and down river by steamboats which would tie up along the plantation’s levees.  This increase in production also meant more labor was needed to hand pick and cultivate the cotton and unfortunately this lead to more slaves being purchased to work the fields.  The number of slaves in the cotton producing portions of the South mushroomed and with cotton bringing good prices, the plantation owners became very wealthy.  After the Civil War, most plantations went to the sharecropper form of production and managed to make a small profit until the boll weevil infestation of 1909 ruined the crops.  The Great Depression took the price of cotton to the basement and many of the sharecroppers could no longer survive on the land and began the great migration of African-Americans to the industrial cities of the north where manufacturing was hiring. Our visit to a plantation in the St. Francisville area took us to Rosedale, a large plantation home and grounds now owned by the State of Louisiana. One family owned the plantation from the early 1800’s to 1955 when went into decline. In 1967, a wealthy Texas oil heir purchased the property and began to restore it for tours. She eventually got too old to continue and sold it to the State of Louisiana. The plantation agricultural land was sold off to agribusiness, with some surrounding acreage leased for cattle. The docent who conducted our tour is the property manager. We met her at the main house where she greeted us in period costume and gave us a great tour of the home then let us spend some time exploring the grounds on our own.  Having one family own the home for most of its lifespan contributed to having a lot of original furnishings and pieces.  Our same bus and driver dropped us off back in town where we could follow our own touring desires.  We visited the Grace Church and the town’s museum, then caught a shuttle bus service that met the boat at all the stops and returned us in time for another early afternoon departure.
            After getting back on the boat, we had our lunch on the “Front Porch”, took a rest, and then had a talk by our historian on Natchez, Mississippi.  The name comes from the American Indian tribe that lived in the area when it was settled. We would be stopping for part of a day there the next morning.  We had our early dinner once again and enjoyed our entertainment of 1950’s music with an opportunity to do some dancing, sock hop style, followed by a continuation of the music in the boat’s main bar in the stern with two large porthole views of the paddlewheel turning and churning us up the river. We had a soda and danced some more to some good live music, but eventually headed back to our cabin and turned in for the night.
            On Thursday, March 23, we arrived in Natchez, Mississippi and tied up at the city landing on the main levee around 7 a.m.  Our Road Scholar bus and driver picked us up after breakfast and we bussed through town to the townhome of a prosperous plantation owner, who like many plantation owners had their main homes near or in town and smaller places on the plantations to live while checking on the work being done.  The name of the home is Longwood.  It is a unique structure, 5 stories tall with a cupola on top and octagon in shape.  It enclosed 30,000 square feet and used 750,000 individual bricks as well as countless board feet of cypress lumber. It was started in 1859 and had builders from Pennsylvania doing the work.  With the outbreak of the Civil War, the builders dropped their tools and supplies and headed north to join the Union Army.  With the blockade of Mississippi, the cotton could no longer be shipped out. The owner became distraught over his financial ruin and died in 1863 at 46 years of age from the stress, leaving a widow and young family behind to fend for themselves.  The home was never finished above the first floor, but that was still quite a large space and the family lived there as the widow raised produce and livestock on the property around the home and managed to scratch out a living.  As the family line died out, the home became vacant and our guide, who is a Natchez native, remembers playing in the upper floors with group of her friends who made it a stopping point before or after school. Eventually, the Garden Club of Natchez purchased the property and now run tours and a gift shop on the premises. The ladies who conduct the tours wear period costumes including hoop skirts. The property and grounds are maintained and the exterior of the home has been refurbished, but there are no plans to ever finish off the upper four floors.
            From there we bussed back into town and stopped to tour Stanton Hall.  This is another imposing town home built for the main residence of a wealthy cotton broker who emigrated from Ireland and made his fortune buying and selling the cotton produced by the plantations on the Mississippi. The home has a massive entrance that makes quite a statement.  The home is 5 stories, with the main floor being the floor the general public would be allowed to be on, with the rest preserved for the family.  The main floor has 17 foot ceilings and fancy dental crown molding throughout.  The main hall of the first floor is 1100 square feet itself.  The upper stories have lower ceilings and less décor, but still are quite spacious.  The family owned the home until 1938 and sold it to the Natchez Garden Club for $9,100.  It served as a small private college for a while but has since been restored for touring but is also available for weddings and receptions of all kinds.  Much of the furniture and appointments are original, to include what at the time were very modern chandeliers, called gasoliers, made out of highly decorative wrought iron and burning gas generated by a coal gas plant in the city which was piped like natural gas is today. The chandeliers at the time were all gilt with gold, but have since been electrified and the gold gilding has mostly worn off. Unfortunately, no photography is allowed inside the home, so I was unable to take pictures of the stunning interiors, but I was able to pick up some picture postcards in their gift shop. The property has a tall black wrought iron fence around the property which covers more than half of a city block.
Our bus then took us to visit Trinity Episcopal Church, which featured a large organ installation but also very large stained glass windows, two of which were designed and made by Louis Comfort Tiffany.  The two windows were exceedingly beautiful and were easy to pick out from their others based on their colors and workmanship.  The window depicting the Resurrected Lord Jesus has folds of cream colored glass that give his robes the look of flowing and movement.  The main altar stained glass window was crafted by a French rival of Tiffany, who excelled at creating vivid blues in glass and this window is stunning itself because of the color. It was interesting to note that the area we would call the choir loft at the back of the church was reserved for slaves to sit if they came to a service with their owners.
            We then bussed out to the edge of the city and arrived at an African American Church, The Antioch Baptist Church, where we were warmly greeted by one of the members and ushered into the Sanctuary for a Gospel hymn sing by the choir.  It was inspirational music well done and got us all in the spirit. Click here to see and hear the church choir sing The choir master/organist asked for volunteers to come sing with them and I went up right away to his amazement.  He said that was the first time a man ever took the lead in coming forward! Click here to see some of us join the choir in singing Several other people did and after we sat back down and heard a few more numbers, he invited folks to come forward and be out front with the choir coming out of the choir seats, joining our tour members two by two. Most of our tour group took advantage of that, Click here to see the big finale but I stayed back to video the others as I had had my shot at singing.  We said our goodbyes and headed back through town to the river landing. Along the way, we passed the location of one of the most horrendous fires in U.S. history in terms of loss of life.  It was an African American dance hall/night club and had a full house, with all but one door locked to keep out gate crashers.  A fire started and the crowd panicked and all headed for the one exit in a stampede. By the time the fire was out over 200 people had lost their lives. A memorial marks the spot which now is only a concrete slab where the building used to stand.
            Back on board the boat we had time for dinner and then a show blues band from Memphis was our entertainment. Brandon Santini is the front man’s name. He sings and blows a mean harmonica along with a smokin’ guitar man, a drummer and a bass player.  His style was a bit Chicago, but authentic.  We all enjoyed that very much. After the show I talked to both the guitar player (Timo), an African American, and Brandon, a white guy, and purchased two of their CD’s.  The house band was set to play later in the bar, but we were done in by the day’s activities and turned in.
            On Friday, March 24, after breakfast we had a lecture by our historian on the siege and battle for Vicksburg as we would be stopping there later in the morning. We learned about President Lincoln’s threefold strategy for winning the Civil War. First was to suffocate Southern commerce via a naval blockade of southern ocean ports. Second was to capture the Confederate capital of Richmond, Virginia. The third was to split the confederacy in two at the Mississippi River and control any shipping on the river itself.  Lincoln was almost immediately successful on the first objective. By 1863 he had almost completely achieved the third objective, with only Vicksburg standing in the way of total domination of the Mississippi. As an aside, we know that the second objective happened only months ahead of the end of hostilities.  Vicksburg was known as the Gibraltar of the West, standing on high bluffs overlooking the Mississippi. General U.S. Grant was in charge of Union forces tasked to take Vicksburg and General Pemberton of the CSA was in charge of the Confederate defenses. Up until July of 1863, Union forces were winning the minor battles, but the Confederates were winning the major battles. That all changed with the Union victory at Gettysburg and the almost simultaneous fall of Vicksburg after a 6 week siege.  The Vicksburg campaign impressed Lincoln enough that he gave Grant control of the entire Union Army and the rest is history.  Grant initially tried to take Vicksburg by ground assault, but after several bloody encounters, he decided to bombard the city with naval artillery and starve the inhabitants out by blocking all entry into the city by river or by land.  After 6 weeks, on July 4th, the city surrendered after the horses, mules and even the rats in the city had been eaten.  There were unsubstantiated rumors of cannibalism. Civilians had dug caves into the bluffs facing away from the river and despite huge bombardments, less than 20 civilians lost their lives.  One poignant story was about a family who were on a hillside watching the bombardments when shells started coming close to them and they ran off the hill.  One little girl called out to her father saying “Daddy, I can’t run, they have killed me!” and in fact she had suffered a large shrapnel wound in her hip and bled to death. It was said that Vicksburg refused to celebrate Independence Day after that until 1945 with VE day having occurred just weeks before. After the surrender, 30,000 confederate troops were paroled out (let go to home with a promise to not rejoin the Confederate forces). Officers were allowed to keep their side arms.  172 Cannon and 60,000 muskets and rifles were surrendered.
            Our stop in Vicksburg included only a tour of the battlefield and the memorials there, which are quite extensive.  Our local guide was very good and we toured the battlefield in our bus with our guide narrating and making several stops along the way at the very impressive memorials.  The battlefield topography favored the Confederate defenders despite extensive trench works dug by the Union forces.  There was just too much open ground to cover to have a decisive engagement by Union ground forces as Confederate artillery could decimate the assaulting force with canister and grape shot.  In some places the trench works were so close to each other that the opposing forces would chatter back and forth and in some cases, orders had to be given to Union forces to stop going over in the evenings to Confederate trenches to play cards and checkers.  My military schooling has taken me to both Antietam and Gettysburg and I live near Manassas and Fredericksburg so have seen all those battlefields, walked the ground and am familiar with the actions, but having said that, Vicksburg was a much more extensive and complex campaign than I imagined and the amount of ground taken in by the National Park is surprisingly large.  One of the last exhibits we saw in the battlefield is the restoration of a Union gunboat, the Cairo, which was sunk in the Mississippi in 1862 by a Confederate mine. It had 13 cannon, iron armor plating over wood, and five coal fired boilers that drove two internal paddlewheels under armored cover.  It was quite an intimidating vessel, but sank in 15 minutes with no loss of life among its 152 man crew.  It was rediscovered in the 1960’s, recovered and restored on display, along with hundreds of personal artifacts and gear from the boat. Similar gunboats controlled the Mississippi river and played a large role in the siege of Vicksburg.
            Here are some interesting notes I took on General Grant from our lecture.  His name was actually Hiram Ulysses Grant, but an error on his West Point entrance papers had him as Ulysses Simpson Grant (also some documents had his middle name as “Sam”).  He was a big picture strategist who looked to see how best to achieve the war aims with the minimum loss of his forces.  He did not like or tolerate profanity and disapproved of off color stories being told in his presence.  He was slight in stature, standing about 5’ 3” and weighing about 150 pounds. He was an accomplished equestrian and won the top horsemanship award at West Point. He continued to ride for pleasure the rest of his life.  He graduated 21st out of 39 in his West Point class. He was married to Julia Dent, a woman from St. Louis whose family owned slaves.  He smoked 10-15 cigars a day.  In the heat of battle, he was a calming influence on his staff officers who were full of anxiety. In 7 years he went from being a store clerk in a not so successful retail store to being General of the entire Union Army.  He was the 1st of 2 West Point graduates to become President of the United States. His memoirs were edited and published by Mark Twain and sold well enough to get him out of debt before he died.  His wife Julia had been stalked by John Wilkes Booth and the Grants had been invited to accompany Lincoln and his wife to Ford’s theater the night Lincoln was assassinated, but begged off attending, some say because Lincoln’s wife was so erratic in her behavior.  Grant’s presidency from 1868-1872 was marked by scandals in his administration, not involving him personally. He managed to eradicate the KKK in the South during the Reconstruction period.  He was said to be a drunk, and he probably did have a problem with alcohol, but he had a low tolerance for booze. After two drinks he would be hammered.  One of Grant’s rivals, General McClernand, was a personal friend of Lincoln from Illinois with no military experience. He was made a political appointee General and assigned to Grant’s forces at Vicksburg. He tried to undercut Grant with Lincoln by accusing Grant of being drunk on duty (which he never was at any point during the Civil War) and also gave unauthorized interviews to the press puffing up his role and downplaying Grant’s.  Grant relieved him and replaced him with General Sherman and Lincoln, to his credit, backed Grant up.  As an aside, the Confederate General Pemberton was also a West Point graduate originally from Pennsylvania. He was an artist by inclination and had combat experience in the Mexican War. His wife was a southerner, but her brothers fought for the Union Army. When he died he was eventually buried in Philadelphia.  He and the former Confederate General Longstreet were pallbearers at Grant’s funeral.  
            After the battlefield tour, we were bussed right back to the boat and had a few minutes to admire the murals on the levee walls in the Riverside Park. We re-boarded and departed Vicksburg as we were having lunch.  Our journey upriver continued for the rest of the day, overnight and for the full day on Saturday, March 25. Remarkably, there was little activity on shore as we went upriver after about Baton Rouge as development tended to be off the river and its flood plain, with the exception of the bigger river towns with levees for flood control.
After lunch we had a lecture on the road to the Civil War. The Revolutionary War could be considered to be sort of Civil War itself as the colonies were about evenly divided into 1/3 British Loyalists, 1/3 American Patriots and 1/3 not engaged.  As early as 1830, South Carolina wanted to secede from the Union over taxation, but did not. By the 1850’s the political climate in the U.S. was very hateful with fistfights in Congress and physical assaults in the Senate. The Missouri Compromise, Dredd Scott decision, Kansas-Nebraska Act and the push into the American West threatened the balance of free and slave states that had held an uneasy balance until the late 1850’s.  Interestingly enough when secession did take place 11 states eventually joined the Confederacy, the first 7 before Lincoln’s inauguration. Four states - Delaware, Maryland, Missouri and Kentucky - voted to secede, but never did. The Mexican War settlement gave more territories to the West which had no desire for or need for slavery.  Washington DC outlawed slavery and the publication of Uncle Tom’s cabin in 1852 also had a big effect on the desire to end slavery in the U.S.  The Kansas-Nebraska Act of 1852 saw the end of the Whig party in the U.S. and formation of the Republican Party as its successor. Lincoln, a former Whig party member, ran for president as a Republican. Democrats were split between Southern and Northern factions, each running their own candidate against Lincoln. In the presidential election of 1860, Lincoln won in a race involving 4 candidates with 42% of the popular vote, but taking the Electoral College in a majority.  Lincoln’s campaign in 1860 was primarily based on preservation of the Union and had little or nothing to say on slavery, but as we know once in office and with the Civil War underway, he eventually took action to accomplish the Emancipation Proclamation in January 1863.
We had another nice dinner that evening, but I was not interested in the show following the meal so I went to our stateroom and read before turning in.  Suzy went for part of the show, but left before it was over as it was not what she was interested in either.
            March 25 dawned gray and rainy after a night of heavy thunderstorms.  Fortunately, this had no effect on our travel as we had no stops for that day.  It was also Suzy’s birthday so we had lots to do to celebrate her special day, to include a cake for our two tables at dinner and a hearty rendition of “Happy Birthday” sung by our companions and wait staff.  Since we were underway all day, we had two lectures by our historian, both very interesting.  The first had to do with the great Mississippi Flood of 1927.  This was a once in a century event that was a perfect storm of weather overwhelming rivers feeding the Mississippi and the Mississippi itself.  The flooding covered some 27,000 square miles some 30 feet deep.  The Mississippi in spots was 70 miles wide, displacing some 630,000 people in Arkansas, Mississippi and Louisiana and killing between 250 and 1000 people.  The political climate in the country had changed for the worse after WWI with the Red Scare of the 1920’s. Anti-German hysteria lingered after the Great War and anti-black sentiment in the South resulted in a revitalized KKK which targeted African-Americans, Catholics, unions, immigrants and alcohol. Discrimination, the enactment of “Jim Crow” laws in the South, and grinding rural sharecropper poverty were driving southern black people up to the big northern cities of Detroit, Chicago, St. Louis and Pittsburg where factory jobs were paying living wages.  This was the climate in 1927 when the great flood came and once again, the southern black population suffered more than their white counterparts. They were herded into relief camps under the auspices of state National Guard troops who mistreated their charges to the point several NG companies were relieved of their duties.  Stories circulated of white planters forcing black people to stay in areas that later flooded when evacuation earlier would have spared lives and property.  The Red Cross came to the rescue and relief of many in the flooded areas and did a credible job.  Herbert Hoover was President Coolidge’s’ point man on flood relief. Hoover had a history of excellent relief work in Europe after WWI and in fact did a lot for the relief effort in this disaster. Hoover reached out to southern black people appointing a “Colored Advisory Committee” and taking their advice into consideration for his decision making.  President Coolidge had espoused a "hands off" policy of letting the states handle their own disaster relief and with Hoover’s visibility and popularity at the moment; he was the natural candidate for the Republican Party in the following presidential election of 1928. His election was assured when he leveraged his relations with the black voters who were overwhelmingly Republican Party members at that time, despite black voter suppression in Jim Crow states.  Once in office, Hoover failed to deliver on many of his promises to his black constituency and that resulted in their overwhelming desertion of the Republican Party for the Democrats.  That fact, coupled with the onset of the Great Depression, ensured Franklin Roosevelt’s victory for the Democratic Party in 1932.  All in all, this was quite a tumultuous period in American history. The economic loss of the Great Flood of 1927 was estimated at $1 Billion, 1/3 of the Federal Budget that year, and $1Trillion in today’s dollars.
We had lunch in the dining room, which was also a nice buffet meal. I did manage to slip back to the “Front Porch” for self-serve soft ice cream! Our afternoon lecture was on Hurricane Katrina and it also was interesting, especially as our historian lived through it, evacuated and returned well before he was supposed to in order to rescue his mother’s cats. He told the story of driving through the cone barriers and being the only car on the highway at that time and the only person in his mother’s neighborhood when he rescued the two cats. Most people who could evacuate on their own and had the means rented or bought homes elsewhere in the neighboring south and have since returned to New Orleans, but many poor people have not come back as there is nothing for them to come back to.  Failures of planning, maintenance and poor decision making in the midst of the crises contributed to a disaster well beyond the hurricane’s making.  The hurricane which had been a category 5, wobbled off New Orleans and was down to a category 3 when it hit, but loss of pumping station power and some contractor shortcuts in levee construction years before all combined to see flooding caused by breaches in levees along canals draining runoff to Lake Ponchatrain.  The Garden District where the wealthy live and the French Quarter did not flood.  The city lost about half of its population and has since regained about half of that back and continues to grow in parts, but is certainly less of a city than it was.  The whole boot of Louisiana is on borrowed time given the realities of rising sea levels and climate change factors. It is uncertain if another Katrina-like event will result in as much damage and loss of life, but even if no storms come along like that, by 2100 the lower part of Louisiana could be under water.
            We had another nice dinner and Suzy had her birthday cake. The entertainment that evening was Country and western music along with another opportunity to do some dancing.  This time we did not join the late evening party in the bar, proving that we are definitely no longer party animals!
            Sunday March 26 brought us into Helena, Arkansas for our stop in the midst of the Mississippi Delta Blues scene. We came off the Mississippi and entered Helena via a small shipping canal that challenged our pilot in getting through a tight spot and to the tie up point, which was pretty much a large launch ramp for sport boats and fishermen. We got off in really nice weather and were welcomed by some Chamber of Commerce representatives handing out tote bags and local information.  I talked to one of them and asked him about the name “Helena” as I am from Montana where Helena is the state capital. He was aware of that and told me there are some 18 towns in the US named Helena, several are ghost towns and several others have a population of less than 50. This was our final stop along the way to our end point of Memphis, Tennessee.  We no longer had our Road Scholar dedicated bus and driver so we used the same ship dedicated shuttle buses as the regular passengers.   We stopped at their museum which is set up in the former public library and houses a number of interesting displays, including a section on Thomas Edison whose family was from the area.  After looking through the museum, Suzy and I walked to the downtown and were surprised at how it was pretty much all boarded up and shut down. It was a rather depressing sight to see, but we did get to the Delta Blues Cultural Center and got to see some good displays depicting the roots of the blues. It contains a small studio for the local radio station KFFA that gave the blues its first commercial radio airplay in the 1940’s on a show called “King Biscuit Time” which was a brand of flour made in the area. The programs featured many local blues legends playing live in the studio as well as playing their popular records. In the 1930’s and 40’s, Helena was a wide open river town with lots of clubs and juke joints featuring established and new Delta blues artists from the region along the National Highway 61 corridor that runs along the Mississippi on the Mississippi state side.  KFFA also played rockabilly music and featured people like Conway Twitty. Conway’s Dad ran the ferry between Helena and the Mississippi side of the river until a bridge was built across the river nearby. The radio station still does a “King Biscuit Time” show from the Delta Cultural Center, but only runs for an hour or so and it is all recorded music with live commentary.  We shopped at the gift shop and listened some to a local fellow playing and singing the blues, then picked up the shuttle and rode around the rest of the stops listening to the local guide’s narration.  They have two music festivals a year, one is all kinds of music and the other is strictly blues music.  The town comes alive then with a lot of older large homes fitted out as B&B’s. The people who don’t rent B&B space camp out near the levee where the seating is open air on the side of the levee for the music itself. Each festival lasts just under a week.  The town has a grain terminal for barge loading as they grow rice in the area on a large scale and export most of it to Japan.  The other main industry in town is a large scale charter school education center for the region that handles all the public education for K-12. They use a lot of new trailers and some converted downtown buildings.  The students go to class 6 days a week and one Saturday a month they do community service projects. The main business district and newer homes are located in West Helena, where there is a Wal-Mart and more of a population base. The local area has about 10,000 residents, which I understood to be about 1/3 of what they had in the early to mid-20th century. I am told that on the downstream trip our boat makes from Memphis to New Orleans that the Helena stop is replaced with a stop in Greenville, Mississippi which is across the river and still in the heart of the Delta Blues region. I was personally happy to have stopped in Helena for the history of the music, but I know a lot of folks on the boat were not happy with the touring and the limited things to do on a quiet Sunday morning in a dying town.
            Once again we returned to our boat, had lunch a short rest and then our final lecture from our historian on the subject of “free people of color”, particularly those in New Orleans from its founding through the Civil War era.  It was a unique society that offered support for both mixed race free born people and slaves who had been set free by their owners, had through their extra efforts earned money to purchase their own freedom or even had petitioned the local courts for their freedom.  There were special courts and attorneys who specialized in these cases and the overwhelming majority were successful in gaining freedom for petitioners. New Orleans’ ethos seemed to be more accepting of different cultures all along more so than anywhere in the South up through the Civil War.  With our final lecture over, we received our disembarkation instructions and tags from our Road Scholar guide Bee and got ready for our final meal together in the dining room.  After dinner we assembled on the stairs going up to the 2d deck for a group photo. Suzy and I then went to our final night’s entertainment which featured a Memphis blues legend by the name of Joyce Cobb who rocked the house despite being a white haired old lady. Her back up band were great musicians and she put on quite a show while narrating the history of the blues, with roots in black Gospel and white Country and Western genres as well as the field songs from the cotton plantations.  She sang W.C. Handy tunes, rockabilly classics from Jerry Lee Lewis and even early Elvis, B.B. King’s blues and a version of the recent hit tune “Walkin’ in Memphis”.  She could also blow a mean harmonica. She had us eating out of the palm of her hand, received a standing ovation and did an encore number that had us all joining in.  It was a great way to close out the shipboard entertainment and got Suzy and I looking forward to getting into more of the Memphis music scene once we got there. We went back to our stateroom, packed our bags and set our bog ones out in the hall for pickup and transfer off the boat the next morning when we arrived in Memphis.
             This concludes the Mississippi River cruise portion.  The next installment will cover our arrival and stay in Memphis until we flew back to Virginia.  The Road Scholar portion of this adventure was a great experience. We enjoyed our trip coordinator Bee from Natchez and Brian our historian from New Orleans.  We all bonded and got along well, making new friends and many good memories while learning a lot.




Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Road Scholar Trip to New Orleans



Suzy and I departed for New Orleans on Friday, March 17, St Patrick’s Day, on a direct flight from Reagan National Airport to Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans.  Our friend Steve Bamberger was kind enough to take us to catch a morning flight—Thanks Steve!  Road Scholar Tours are what used to be known as “Elder Hostel” and combine tourism with a learning experience which includes daily lectures and /or demonstrations. This was our first experience with this program, but had received lots of advance information, so we knew what to expect.  Our flight put us into New Orleans in mid-morning and we caught a cab to our Hotel downtown and so were not able to check into our room right away, but were able to check our bags with the bell captain and, armed with our map of the area, we headed out to explore “The Big Easy” on our own.  Our first adventure was catching an electric trolley close by the hotel and taking a ride on it down towards the river, getting off near the Harrah’s Club which put us within easy walking distance to the French Quarter.  We navigated our way to Café Du Monde where we joined a rather long line of people waiting to get in to have coffee and beignets which are like donuts without the holes and sprinkled liberally with powdered sugar.  They come warm out of the fryer and are heavily covered in powdered sugar. The coffee has a bit of chicory ground in it, but with cream and sugar, I could not tell the difference between their coffee and what we drink at home.  The line moved quickly and we were soon seated at a small round café table covered in powder sugar from previous patrons.  We got our order quickly and enjoyed our treat, then headed across the street to Jackson Square which takes up more than a city block and fronts the St. Louis Cathedral.  The fences are covered with artwork for sale and across from the cathedral there are all kinds of street activity going on from palm readers to jazz bands, people in costume and hordes of tourists taking pictures (Follow this link to hear a Dixieland Band Perform at Jackson Square).  We pressed on and made our way to Bourbon Street, which was already hopping as it was St. Patrick’s Day with even more hordes of tourists dressed in various articles of green, many of whom who had already been liberally partaking of adult beverages!  It was quite a sight with all sorts and conditions of weirdness going on, as well as music blasting from clubs and café’s and folks perched on balconies looking over wrought iron rails and partying hard.  We had a mission to find Preservation Hall, so we could see about getting tickets for The Preservation Hall Jazz Band concert the next night, which according to pour preliminary schedule was a free evening on our own.  It turned out the place was just a little hole in the wall, but we got in to see the ticket sales rep and were able to get tickets for the 6 p.m. show the next day. We paid a premium to bypass the line and be guaranteed a place to sit, declared victory and went in search of a place to have lunch. We eventually made our way back to the street car line and took it back to where we had to get off and walk the rest of the way back to our hotel.
By this time our room was ready and we could get our bags in and unpack a bit, freshen up and get ready for our initial meeting of our group at 4 p.m.  We gathered in a small party room and met our tour director, Ms. Bee Byrnes, a lovely widow lady from Natchez, Mississippi who has done touring for many years and was very personable. Once we had gathered, she gave us our schedules and some passes for some of the attractions in town, to include some jazz clubs and two museums.  We each got to stand up and introduce ourselves to the group, tell where we were from and just a bit of background on ourselves.  We were then set free to get ready for our buffet dinner at the hotel a bit later.  After dinner, we had a program of music provided by a jazz trio of 3 musicians who had been working over 20 years each as professional musicians in New Orleans, all from other places around the country but came for the music an stayed on.  The spokesman for the group was a very talented clarinetist, the banjo player knew verses to songs that one would know the chorus, but had never heard the verses to.  A string bass player rounded out the trio.  They played a number of rousing Dixieland numbers and talked about how Victor recordings were made of the original Dixieland Jazz Band in New Orleans in 1917.  It turns out my grandfather Speare had purchased a number of those recordings as a young man and when my family moved into his house in 1958 to live in Laurel, Montana, those records were still around.  We used to listen to them regularly and so the tunes were familiar.  They played requests as well, answered questions and wrapped things up just before 8 p.m. as the clarinet player was playing in a club from 9 until midnight that night. I bought one of his CD’s and have enjoyed it since coming back home.  By that time our long day was catching up to us and rather than try and make our way around after dark, we went down to the hotel bar and chatted with some of our group mates, then went to bed early.
Saturday morning we were up and at ‘em for a buffet breakfast in the hotel, and headed to the bus to tour the city with our group and a dedicated bus driver we had with us for all but the last day of our Road Scholar experience. Our local guide was a woman named Anne who reminded me of Bea Arthur from “Maude”-- humorous, earthy and not at all politically correct!  We went down some of the main streets of the city a she pointed out various landmarks.  Our first tour stop was St. Louis Cemetery. Cemeteries are unique in New Orleans as they are all above ground tombs because of the low water table and flooding which makes it impossible to do below ground burials.  The tombs usually belong to families, but in some cases in the past, groups of immigrants would form benevolent societies that would go together and provide a resting place for their own ethnic group. In some cases, religious orders would have one tomb for the entire order of nuns. These were much larger edifices than family tombs.  In the case of a family, when a family member dies, the front cover of the tomb is opened and simple wood coffin is placed on a shelf about ¾ of the way to the top in the tomb and the cover is resealed. The remains and coffin decompose rapidly in the heat and humidity of that area and within about 18 months all that are left are bones.  When the next person dies, the bones are pushed to the back of the tomb with a long handled rake and fall down a shaft to the floor and the shelf space is open for the next person. That is one of the sources of the saying “so and so got the shaft”!  If things are backed up in the family crypt there are temporary vaults that are used on a rental basis at the back of each of these cemeteries. As an exception, since Jewish ritual prescribes being buried in the earth, Jewish graves sites are set up like raised bed gardens with a family plot built with a border of concrete and filled with earth, which is covered in thin stone or concrete with a marker stone on top of that. Families keep up their tombs and since these are pretty much all Roman Catholic cemeteries, there is usually a big sprucing up operation that happens on All Saints’ Day.  These cemeteries are called “Cities of the Dead” and tourists can only go in with a local licensed guide. Our next stop was a large city park with a sculpture garden and many walking paths and water features.  We had about an hour to explore on our own.  It also had a coffee and beignet café on site, which we took advantage of, but I found the beignets to be not as good as Café Du Monde’s. We next went to see the 9th Ward, a lower income, predominately African-American area which was impacted severely by Hurricane Katrina. We viewed the replacement homes Brad Pitt and his foundation have arranged to be built for poor families who lost their homes in the flooding.  They are odd looking structures as architects were given free rein to let their imaginations roam, but all are built up on structures to avoid flooding and have solar panels and other energy efficient features.  This particular area has only partially recovered the population lost as most people resettled out the area, so the neighborhoods are rather sparse compared to other parts of the city.
We were set up to do lunch at a local seafood restaurant and got over there in time to have our group lunch, which was very good.  I had the special, shrimp and grits as well as their signature dessert which is ice cream in a light pastry shell. The restaurant was on the St Charles streetcar line, which still runs the vintage green streetcars from the 1930’s that look like “A Streetcar Named Desire” streetcars, very nostalgic. As an aside, we learned that one of the early wealthy benefactors and developers in the city named some of the streets after emotions like “love”, “desire” and so forth, which is where that streetcar got its name, from the street it went down, Desire Street. We also learned that the wide boulevards between the traffic lanes are called “neutral ground” locally.  A lot of them cover drainage canals that keep the water flowing to Lake Ponchatrain to keep the below sea level parts of town dry. Speaking of the lake that was our next drive by, a large body of water with one of the world’s longest floating bridges spanning part of it. The lake front in that area has been completely rebuilt after Katrina and looks fresh.  It was a warm sunny day with lots of sailboats out, but our guide said the lake is fairly shallow and can get rough very quickly if the weather gets bad.  From there we went to the Garden District and did a walking tour of very fancy homes that by law must be preserved and not redeveloped.  These are homes for the wealthy population and sit high enough here was no flooding during Katrina. When these homes were built in the early 1800’s, they were platted four to a city block, so are large with large grounds.  However, several cover a whole city block and are prohibitively expensive to maintain, so some are vacant properties for sale-- if you have the millions it takes to buy one!  We did see the author Anne Rice’s home and Archie Manning’s home, both very nice. We wrapped up that phase of the tour, returned to the hotel and regrouped at 5 p.m. for a cooking class in the French quarter that started at 5 p.m.  This was a small problem for Suzy and I as we had purchased the Preservation Hall concert tickets based on the preliminary schedule we had been given in advance of traveling, but the one we got at the initial group meeting had activities for Sunday and Saturday switched, so our Free afternoon and evening was actually Sunday instead of Saturday. Since we were in the Quarter, we were able to stay for part of the class (the Gumbo portion) and have a bowl of gumbo before we had to excuse ourselves and walk a few blocks over to Preservation Hall.  The line was large, but we had the premium pass, and since we still had a few minutes to kill, we went next door to a local institution on Bourbon Street; Pat O’Brian’s Irish Pub to see the continuation of what must have been one heck of a St Patrick’s Day party the day before.  We were there just a few minutes, and while there a bride and groom came in from being married in full wedding regalia in the middle of Bourbon Street a bit before.  The place has an open courtyard that was packed with revelers.  We made a quick pit stop and headed back to Preservation Hall, got right in and found our reserved seats on two long wooden benches with no backs, but beat the general admission folks who had to stand at the back or sit on very grungy cushions on the floor in front of the band.  I have been in bigger garages than this room. The band played their 45 minute set and did traditional Dixieland Tunes like “Muskrat Ramble” and “Basin Street Blues”. They were all African American and generally older guys, with the exception of the piano player who was young and white.  They would play a tune through and then let each player take a solo riff, all of whom did a great job and were applauded roundly after each riff.  The sun had set when we got out of the concert, but the fun was just beginning as the St Joseph’s day parade was in full swing on Bourbon Street with all the Italian American Groups having their day just one day after St. Patrick’s Irish extravaganza (follow this link to see a bit of the parade).  It was loud, bright and they were throwing beads, so we worked our way towards Canal Street, trying to get to Deanies (pronounced “Deans”) restaurant just off Bourbon Street which had been recommended by our Foot Doctor who comes from Baton Rouge but knows New Orleans.  We finally had to cut off from Bourbon Street as the crowds were too much.  When we got there, it was going to be almost a 2 hour wait so we walked back to the hotel and had a very ordinary dinner there and went to bed.
Sunday morning we had our normal buffet breakfast at the hotel followed by a presentation by a retired steamboat captain, Clarke W. (Doc) Hawley, on some of the history of the steamboats on various rivers, but particularly the Mississippi. He had piloted or captained both the Mississippi and Delta Queen steamboats in their heyday. He was in his 80’s and sharp as a tack, with lots of slides of historical steamboats and life on the rivers of America in the past.  He was born and raised in West Virginia and got his start as a teenager doing summer work on local steamers playing the calliope (by ear) and popping popcorn, eventually working his way up to being a pilot and captain.  In the 1800’s cotton bales weighing some 500 pounds each would be loaded on the boats tied up at plantations along the river, eventually entirely covering them up and shipped up or down river for export to ocean going ships or domestic use in textile mills up North. In a major river port there might be 50 or 60 big boats tied up side by side unloading their bales of cotton.  We learned that all the showboats we hear about never really existed, they were all actually barges with superstructures and performing areas built up on them and then were pushed or towed from town to town by steam tugboats. One interesting photo he had was of a small steam powered sawmill boat on the Yellowstone river stopped at a farm near Sydney Montana and cutting lumber on the riverbank for a farmer.  After some time for Q&A, we said goodbye to him and got on the bus to go to tour Mardi Gras World.
Mardis Gras World is a huge complex of warehouses owned by a company that designs and builds and stores over half of the floats used in Mardis Gras. We started out with a film about the company and what they do, and then were offered a slice of “King Cake” the special cinnamon flavored cake that is iced in the purple, gold and green colors of Mardi Gras, then had a guided tour through one of the main warehouses where a lot of the floats are stored.  They do a lot of reutilization, especially of the floral pattern floats, but themes come and go and the large fiberglass or paper mache’ figures are repaired and repurposed.  As in the Rose Parade, the floats keep getting bigger and bigger and they link them together to make even bigger ones, all pulled by tractors. The official Mardi Gras parades no longer go down Bourbon Street as it is too narrow (the much smaller scale St Joseph Day parade we saw on Bourbon has smaller floats that can negotiate narrow streets), but go down the main thoroughfares like Canal and St. Charles Street.  Since Mardi Gras had just happened in February, the trees along those routes were still festooned with thousands of beads that had been thrown back in February.  We learned it was not just a one day affair on the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday, but goes on for two weeks prior with some 50 plus “Krews” participating and all trying to outdo the others.  The people that ride the floats and do the throwing have to wear masks and they are safety line strapped in so if they have overindulged in adult beverages they can be safe from falling off the floats.  They have two or three cleverly disguised port-a-potties on board for necessary relief. These organizations are major social clubs in the city and some are very exclusive.  All are non-profits and raise their own funds, do some charitable work, but manly sink hundreds of thousands of dollars into the floats, beads, trinkets and stuffed toys that are tossed to the crowds and pay their expenses to do the parade itself. No public funds are spent on Mardis Gras other than public safety.
From there we went by bus with the group over to a restaurant in Metiare, a suburb of New Orleans and had some good seafood.  We had to get moving quickly after that as the streets were closing for the routing of the major “Mardi Gras Indian” Parade that happens once a year on that date.  This is an African-American tradition that goes way back to the early 1900’s and involved local ‘tribes”, really neighborhoods, making very elaborate costumes and parading around challenging other “tribes” as to which one was the best.  In days past, some of those challenges took the form of violence including knife fights, but these days it’s all about which group looks the best in their finery. From Metiare we were taken back to the hotel and given the option to go back to the French Quarter or stay at the hotel.  We went back to the French Quarter and had another round of Coffee and Beignets at Café Du Monde, then went to the museums next to St Louis Cathedral.  We both toured the Louisiana History Museum and I stayed there for some more extensive study while Suzy went to a museum on the other side of the cathedral that had the elaborate Mardi Gras costumes.  After the museums closed we wanted to look at the cathedral interior, but it was closed getting ready for an organ concert later that evening. We walked a few blocks down to the to the levee by the Mississippi river(follow this link to hear a steamboat calliope at the levee), where we watched some street performers (follow this link to see some street performers), then went back up to Bourbon Street and used one of our set of club coupons provided by our tour director to stop and listen to some traditional Dixieland Jazz across from Preservation Hall. They were the real deal, to include having a sousaphone player instead of an upright string bass like we had heard the night before at Preservation Hall.  We wandered up Bourbon Street towards canal Street heading to try once again to eat dinner at Deanies. Along the way, a large wedding party of African-Americans had their formal wedding parade down Bourbon Street with a Jazz marching band and everyone doing the “second line” strut down the street in gowns and tuxes, another unique experience for us.  When we got to Deanies, we found it to be almost as busy as the day before. We opted to wait in a short line at Felix’s Oyster House, which was supposed to be good as well and did have some very tasty char-broiled oysters for a starter and I had my New Orleans fired oyster po-boy platter. After dinner we walked directly back to the hotel and got packed up to leave the next day.
Monday morning our bags were taken to the bus, and we were taken back to the French Quarter for a buffet brunch at the famous Court of the Two Sisters restaurant on Royal Street. The iron entry gates are known as the “Charm Gates” as supposedly they were blessed by Queen Isabella of Spain and installed when Spain was in control of the Louisiana and New Orleans.  The setting was a lovely courtyard garden with live music. Inside were two huge buffets of hot and cold foods where you served yourself.  The tables were set with linen and real silver, and we were served our coffee and other drinks with a very attentive wait staff. Needless to say, we were well fed when we finished. We had about one half hour before we had to be back to the pickup point for our bus, so Suzy and I took a quick walk to the St. Louis cathedral and went through it quickly. We made it to the bus on time and loaded up for one more tour stop before going to the Steamboat.  New Orleans has one of the most extensive World War II museums in the country and we had several hours to visit the complex. The first stop in that experience is viewing a very moving documentary of the entire war era, narrated by Tom Hanks. It is a “4-D” experience with seats that vibrate when tanks rumble by, fake snow falling in the Battle of the Bulge scenes and scents of burning wood as Tokyo is in flames from aerial bombing.  We did not have enough time to see nearly all of what is in the museum, it’s a “must see” for anyone who visits New Orleans, but give yourself a whole day to see it right.  From there it was time to head to the steamboat at the cruise ship terminal and get processed onto the American Queen, find our staterooms and unpack.  Needless to say, we enjoyed our New Orleans experience and were ready to continue the adventure on the Mississippi.