Today was our first sightseeing day and what a day it was!! Started off with breakfast in the hotel, it was perfectly fine for something that was free. We then hit the road for our first stop in Carrollton, MS. Our teacher's mother just happened to be on a trip herself and was there this morning, so we stopped by so he could see her. The town of Carrollton is VERY small and is another one of those towns that's stuck in the 1800s. Didn't really get a lot of pics, at least nothing real special, but I'll make a photobucket album or something that's linked from here so you the reader can see everything.
After leaving Carrollton, we got back on US 82, which I have to say is probably the longest road I've ever been on in my LIFE. And there is N-O-T-H-I-N-G on it except cotton, cotton, some more cotton, and some corn. It's something to see....
| Cotton cotton everywhere! |
We continued back into Greenwood, but we went to a completely different side of Greenwood, I think we were actually in North Greenwood. And yes, there is a definite difference. Historic Downtown Greenwood was absolutely charming. We really just drove through at first, because we had two destinations outside of Greenwood. The first being Robert Johnson's grave.
| Blues Trail Marker at Little Zion Church where Johnson is buried |
Now, who is Robert Johnson and why did we drive almost halfway across the country to see his grave site? Well the man is really more myth and legend than he is truth. He's one of the pioneers of Delta Blues music, mixing the traditional with the outside and influencing others beyond his generation. Now here comes the myth/legend part. When he first started out, he apparently wasn't very good at playing the blues, so legend says he met the Devil at the crossroads in the Delta at midnight one night, and the Devil tuned his guitar, played a few songs for him, and returned the guitar with the assurance that he only had eight more years to live. Of course, this is complete hogwash, but Johnson did leave this area for a year and came back a completely different musician. Johnson would not live to see his music go very far, dying at the age of 27 after drinking what many think to be a poisoned bottle of whiskey from a jealous husband of a woman he had gotten a little too friendly with. I posted a video of my favorite Johnson tune back at the beginning of the blog, so go back and listen! His grave site is located in the church yard of this tiny church in the middle of nowhere and people come from all over the world to pay their respects, and to leave various tokens...
| Our class left guitar picks |
| What's left of Bryant's Grocery |
| Marker in front of the store |
On a side note: they grow their herbs and greens in the alley down the side of the building, I thought this was VERY cool!
After lunch we did some shopping around town. This is when I discovered that Viking is based out of Greenwood, primarily because the founder of Viking is from Greenwood. It's amazing that such an incredible product is based out of such a small town in the South. I've spoken with the rep for the Consumer Foods major at UGA previously, and she's mentioned that companies like this have people who test their equipment....definitely keeping that in mind....
We loaded back in the van and headed to Indianola, MS next. Our first stop was at the BB King Museum. I thought the place was great! It's housed in an old cotton gin that he used to work in when he was young. I don't have a whole lot of pictures, mainly because we couldn't take any inside the museum, but it was a really great place! Wont go into history, I'm sure most know about him, but if not, google is your friend!
I thought the museum was very well put together, and of course I don't have pictures from inside because they didn't allow them. Any blues fan should definitely make the trip!
Once we were finished there, we loaded back in the van and headed out to Charley Patton's grave. I have to admit, I'm astonished that these guys that were so important to blues music, and really to the development of American music as a whole are buried out in the middle of nowhere.
| The field where Charley Patton is buried |
It's amazing to me that the normal passerby (and trust me, there aren't many people that pass by these places to begin with) would know nothing about who is buried in this field. I'd call it a cemetery, but the idea of a cemetery brings to mind a little more dignity than a cotton field, don't you think? I know these guys were poor and couldn't afford anything, but it just seems strange to me.
| No one would know if not for these signs |
This was the end of our sightseeing for the day, so we went back to the hotel for a while to rest (Dr. Wynne had done a HUGE amount of driving by this time so he needed all the rest he could have gotten) and then back to Greenwood for supper. We ate at the Crystal Grill in Greenwood, a place that had been featured on The Best Thing I Ever Ate for its lemon ice box pie. I had my first tamale there, apparently the Delta is a big place for tamales. If this seems like a strange thing to you, it was to me too, but here is where you can read about its history in the Delta. It was fantastic!! I also had grilled shrimp, rice, lima beans, and creamed potatoes. It was all very delicious!! Our waitress was another story lol. Her name is Rivers Coleman, and she has been working at the Crystal Grill for 50 years. She was saucy, lets just put it that way.
Needless to say, after we all ate ourselves in to a food coma, we made our way back to the hotel. It was pretty late by this time, and I have to say one thing. The Delta is DARK at night. Where we were was about 3 hours from Jackson one way, and Memphis the other, so there was NO ambient light from either one. The Delta is a looooong way from suburbia that most of us are used to, no cookie cutter houses, no neighborhoods. On this night, there was little to no moon, so it was VERY dark out there. Kinda creepy, if you think about it. Who in their right mind would want to meet the Devil on a lonely Delta crossroad that late at night in that kind of darkness and quiet? All I gotta say is thank God someone did...