Our goal was to spend the weekend about 40 miles from New Orleans in a rural plantation RV park just off of the Mississippi river. The plantation was on the other side of the levee well below river level since 1870. The nearest town is about 15 miles away.
I was curious about the man who built this mansion. Both google and Wikipedia had little to say about him. I added civil war to the search and found many articles on how a judge recently allowed various statues and memorials to be torn down. This judge must have been the wrong kind of democrat during the civil war. In this biased digital age he may be soon forgotten. One may have to go back to relying on the library for historical facts.
A dash into town for last minute dinner supplies was certainly interesting. The local supermarket was extremely expensive compared to places that we have recently visited. It is sad given the town's population consisted of poor minorities who certainly couldn't afford it.
The store employees told me that they sold out of fresh turkey days ago. There were a lot of smoked ham hocks and necks. There were a lot of seafood and other southern delights. For bread there are two types: white or wheat. The only turkey found was frozen and expensive. We need to plan better next time.
New Orleans was getting ready for some major football action over the weekend. On Thanksgiving the Saints were going to support their only thanksgiving home holiday game ever against the Atlanta Falcons. They were beefing up security on Bourbon street for the aftermath according to the news. There is some college action as well.
Saint Michaels Church was near the plantation grounds predating it by several years. The cornerstone was placed in 1831. The bricks were made by slaves pre civil war by slaves. It had a much taller steeple before Hurricane Betsy in 1965. The alter was brought in from France in the 1800s and the pipe organ is considered one of the largest in Louisiana.
One final Thanksgiving note: Along with appreciation for family and friends over the years our "mutt" Bruno has been with us since October 9, 2009. We have to call him a mutt because Rottweilers and German shepherds aren't welcome at most RV parks. When we got him the best guessers considered him around 2 years old. That makes him elderly in dog years.
He is slowing down and sleeps more. When traveling in the mobile dog house he still finds enough energy to bark at traffic, people, skate boarders, and any other thing on his mind. Lately his ability to jump and desires to chase ball have faded.
He has been our faithful mascot for most of the 40 thousand miles in the land yacht. This is his second trip to Louisiana. We are looking at ways to improve his declining mobility and access to his homes on wheels. We are thankful for his many years of family service.
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