How Did Louisiana Get Its Name?

Ever since my sidetrip in November, 2014, I had wanted to return to the  town of Louisiana, Missouri. It was deemed Historic by one of the brown, Historical markers on Hwy 61, which is also called the "Avenue of the Saints."  I suppose I was intrigued by the name. Why is a town, in one state, named for another state?

We left our Cozy C campground on Hwy 54 with the address of Bowling Green, and headed east to Louisiana. I assured Mike that he just "had" to see this quaint little town, on the banks of the Mississippi.

We stopped at a Convenience Store and upon asking the young 18-19 year old clerk (why did I think he would know?) "How did Louisiana get it's name?" His reply was, "I don't know, but many years ago we had lots of people coming here because "Bigfoot" was sighted."  Bigfoot? Really?

So, to Google I went. And yes, in 1971-1972 there was a sighting of a "Bigfoot-like-creature."  It apparently was one of those legends, passed down through the years, and maybe that was what made Louisiana "historic!"

From Google: "Following sightings in 1972 beginning at 3:30 pm July 11, first reported by Terry, Wiley, and Doris Harrison, and lasting for about two weeks, tracks were found and submitted to Lawrence Curtis, director of the Oklahoma City Zoo and Botanical Garden. He deemed the tracks to be that of an unknown primate species." This Bigfoot is known as MoMo - the Missouri Monster. Bigfoot apparently died or had no little "Bigfeet" .....he hasn't been seen since!

We had made the decision to find food, and take it back to the RV - after touring Louisiana. Mike stopped at "Fat Boys," one of the three restaurants that we found online, and I went in to pick up one of their "Handmade Tenderloins" (advertised online and with signs painted on the restaurant window) for our supper. Sidenote: The tenderloin was the size of a BIG plate, and enough for three sandwiches!  No joke! We both love Tenderloins (Iowa Tenderloins) - and Fat Boys Tenderloin didn't compare!

While I waited in "Fat Boys,"  I climbed atop a barstool beside a young man.  I learned that he had been born and reared in Louisiana (Missouri). He told me that "nobody ever leaves here."

I was determined to get an answer to my burning question, "How did Louisiana get its name?" He advised that I would "probably have to talk to George Washington to find that out!" I shook my head and responded with, "Well I really doubt ole George had anything to do with it!"

While he played on his cell phone, he asked "Where you from?"  I answered his question, and after no response I asked, "Do you know anything about Misissippi?"  His reply was, "Yeah, I been there one time, and I didn't like it!" When I asked "Why?" He responded with, "It wadn't (not wasn't - wadn't) no fun."  I suggested several Mississippi options, but his phone was obviously more interesting. He said, "I'm going to Florida."

I finally decided that "how Louisiana got its name" had possibly not been included in local History lessons....and once again, I turned to old-reliable Google for my answer.

Louisiana, Missouri, founded in 1818, was named for Louisiana Bayse,

the daughter of one of the first settlers. I think I was disappointed!  I had hoped for a grandiose story about someone from the Bayous of Louisiana (the State) founding this quaint town on the banks of the Mississippi River!

There are about 4,000 residents - most of whom are descended from the original settlers. As my young neighbor, on the barstool, said......nobody ever leaves.

Louisiana is a beautiful little town in various stages of decay. On one hand, there are many beautiful, well-kept, 19th and 20th Century Mansions.  Many have wrap around porches, tall columns holding up second floor balconies, widow walks, and beautifully landscaped yards, but next door there will be a house either in a state of collapse or long overdue for maintenance.

Lloyd C. Stark, the 39th Gov of Missouri from 1937 - 1941, was born and lived in Louisiana and his beautiful, still well-maintained Victorian home is on the National Register of Historic Places. There were too many beautiful homes to photograph.



The only reason Governor Stark's home became the object of our camera was because of the strange scene in the picture window.                                                                                         
The ghostly (ghastly) figure of a man, dressed in black formal attire, with rabbit ears on his head, holding what appeared to be an Easter basket - and in front of him was a pig??




















There were several pretty churches - many with beautiful stained glass windows. The Methodist church sat on one corner and across the street, on the other corner was the Baptist church.


Down another street, with a handful of Saturday evening Mass communicants leaving, sat a Catholic church. While steeples  reached for the sky, a Cross had been worked into the shingles on the roof of the Catholic Church.

On the side of the church, above the door which also held a cross, was another cross. As we drove away, we mentioned to one of the Parishioners how much we "loved her little town" and she replied "we do, too, isn't it lovely!"

As we drove down Georgia Street, toward the river, the wind had Old Glory unfurled and waving, as if to welcome us toward Old Man River.

The town boasts 24 wall murals, painted on the sides of buildings. One of the most outstanding was that of the Steamship Delta Queen on the river headed toward the bridge. This was the first mural and was painted by local artist, John Stoeckley. It is titled "Delta Queen approaching Hwy 54 Bridge." (This bridge crosses the Mississippi into Illinois.) Notice that the painter of the mural also painted the image of a man, on a ladder, as if he was painting the mural! There has also been local controversy regarding the huge frog, in the left corner.

This mural, in honor of George W. Trimble, acknowledges that after making his fortune out West, he then returned to Louisiana to help the poor.


Remember the catalogs you've received, from Stark Brothers Nursery? They've been in business in Pike County, where Louisiana is located, since 1816. I haven't worked on Governor Stark's Family Tree, but I'm assuming this was his family. We missed photographing the massive mural on their wall!

Not only are the murals plentiful and colorful, they are a view into the community's past and they honor America, our flag and our emblem - the Eagle.

Louisiana, Missouri was well-worth the time we took to tour. However, there were two disappointments: The "ghost on the bicycle" was no longer there, and Mike really wanted to continue west on Hwy 54, across Hwy 61, to see Mexico!  Mexico, Missouri will have to be included on our next trip south.

Stay tuned, we'll be asking "how did Mexico get its name?"
#LouisianaMissouri #MoMo #24WallMurals

Be Careful What You Offer......

My youngest great-grandson turned one year of age, this past week, on April 17th a couple of days after "Tax Day." His mommy, my youngest granddaughter, (we've got a trend going, here) has been planning his big First Birthday Party for months. 

She took after her own mommy, my oldest daughter, who is very creative and talented in the creativity department. Now, that daughter DID NOT take after her mommy (me). I've decided she inherited her creative talents from her dad.

Anyway, having said that, there's going to be a party centered around the farm and farm implements and farm animals. Why? They don't live, on a farm, so I don't know. This First Birthday isn't going to be just a birthday, it's going to be an event.....with food. 

And, I said, "what can I do, to help?" You know, that's what grandmothers or, in my case this time, great-grandmothers do.

She (the granddaughter) gave me the menu, which included stuffed eggs, or as some people call them, deviled eggs. ((That was something easy (I thought) that I could do.))  So, I said, "I'll make those!"

And then came the zinger (at least, for me, now known as "one who isn't very creative...except as a writer). 

She said, "Granny, they've got to look like this."

And right then was one of those times when I wondered why I thought I needed to do anything other than "go and eat and sing Happy Birthday!"

So, I said...."HOW am I going to do that? What will I use for eyes? What will I use for their beak? Do they really need feet?"

The answer was, "go to Pinterest."

Now, I'm not really a Pinterest person, but I tell you....this time.....that website looked pretty good. Well, the creative, talented woman who made these.....made it look so easy. 

(The problem is, I think my right hand becomes another left hand when I get myself into these kind of situations!)

So far, this is where I am on this project (and I've got about 3 hours to finish!) 

Got 'em boiling.

Got 'em cooling.

To tell you the truth, I am half-scared to death to start the rest of this "project." Well, not the peeling, but the "other" part.

It didn't help one bit when Mike looked over at the picture of the "deviled egg chicks" and said, "I've gotta' see this. I didn't know you were THAT creative!"

Stay tuned for "the other part." (It's probably gonna' take the entire three hours!)

Like I said, "be careful what you offer to do!"

Rosie's Diner Was More Than Just Food.......

Yesterday, on our trip 'cross the MS River Bridge to check out Helena, AR we had a wonderful unplanned experience.

We were looking for food - fast food, any food. We never saw a McDonald's, Burger King, Popeyes, nothing but I did manage to encourage Mike to continue in a direction that he really didn't want to go. (The River Bridge, back to MS, was the "other" way.)

Suddenly, around a curve, sat a small local restaurant. I convinced Mike

that we should stop. It said, "Rosie's Diner" and "Soul Food." (I had to 'splain to MIke what Soul Food was - and after my explanation, he had a strange look on his "I don't know if I want to stop or not," face. We did.)

We ordered what Mike said was the best Pulled Pork Sandwich he had ever had. They were cooking it, right there, in the little wooden shed out to the side.....where black smoke was just rolling from the roof and windows. OMGosh, I'm hungry for another one....but no, not getting out in this.....okay, not talking about that, again.

Now, Mike just has to open his mouth and people start asking, "Where you frum?"

Mike began a conversation with a man that we later learned was named Johnny White. Johnny had been a Psychotherapist (maybe he thought

we needed help), but was now retired. He offered to give us a tour of Helena.....and what a tour it was!! The display, in Freedom Park and everywhere, was amazing.

Our friends, Larry and Jamie Robinson, need to make a trip to Helena to see the Confederate Cemetery that sits at the top of Maple Hill Cemetery. The cemetery isn't easy to find - in fact, I'm not sure we could have gotten there without help. Down below the White Confederate Cemetery, beyond the cyclone fence down under the huge hill, sits Magnolia Cemetery where the Black Confederate Soldiers are buried.

It had begun to get late, so there wasn't much time for picture taking. That was okay, we now knew where it was and there could be more trips to Maple Hill, Confederate, St. Mary's Catholic, the Jewish Cemetery and Magnolia Cemetery for picture taking.

God works in mysterious ways - I know this from all the good things that have happened, in my life. Yesterday, a small local diner with good food introduced us to the kindest gentleman, ever. He was very proud of his city even though it needs some upkeep.

Thank you, Rosie's Diner for more than just food and thank you, Johnny White, for a great afternoon tour. #soulfood #JohnnyWhiteHelenaAR, #confederatecemetery, #maplehillcemetery #magnoliacemetery

Gretna Green or The Marriage Mill.......

I had just taken over driving (Mike usually does the driving, but the sun had made him sleepy) when I saw the Exit sign for Kahoka, MO. I said to him (who had already dozed off), "I really want to see this place."

Mike is "easy"......so he said, "I don't care, go ahead."  It was a good thing, because I had already gotten off at the exit!

Now, the reason I wanted to see this little town, which was about 10 miles off our route was because, in 1932, his parents had come here to get married. I had always wondered "why?"

We drove the 10 or so miles to Kahoka, which is the county seat of Clark County. It's the first courthouse in northeastern Missouri, just south of the Iowa border.

Back in 1932, there was no waiting period, no doctor's exam, nothing needed to get a Marriage License. This was the "Marriage Capital" of the Midwest. People came from Iowa, from Illinois, from wherever to get married in Kahoka, MO. It was the "Gretna Green" in this section of the US. (Gretna Green - taken from Scotland - is a term used to signify towns where one can get married almost immediately.)

Today, we stopped at the Kahoka Library to ask questions and the librarian told us that, back in the day, there were "shacks" all along the street where Justices of the Peace set up shop and performed marriages.
It was a "Marriage Mill."

Nothing was required to get a license (no name, rank or serial number) ,and get married and it could be done within a matter of minutes, by a Justice of the Peace for just $1.00.

Mike grew up in Hillsboro, Henry County, Iowa - not far from the Missouri border, and remembers when people would talk about "going to Kahoka" to get married, because it was so easy. That isn't the case, today. There is now a waiting period so times have changed.

We have a copy of Mike's parent's Marriage License....which was witnessed by his aunt (father's sister) and her husband. However, I still want to get into those courthouse records and see who else, in his family (I'm working on his Family Tree) might have slipped off to Kahoka!!

BTW, Mike's grandfather who was the Physician in Hillsboro was admantly against the marriage of his daughter to Mike's father!! And that.....is probably why.....they went to Kahoka!!!
#GretnaGreen #MarriageMill #KahokaMO

This Wasn't Even On My Bucket List.......

On the floor, to the right of me, is a young woman and her son from Chesnut Ridge, NY.  (Her name is Hannah and his is Maxwell.) They were on their way to Dallas. Farther down, a young man sleeps, on the floor, with his head on his backpack.

Across the way, a young couple sits.....eating a sandwich. To my left, stretched along the wall.....anywhere there's an outlet, so that a cell phone can be plugged in, there are people.

We're all stranded, for the night, in the Shreveport airport. No hotel rooms available, because of the 9 flights that were diverted from Dallas due to the terrible storms. Our flight was one of the last to disembark. There are people here from everywhere......trying to get anywhere......everywhere.

I wonder what happened to the flight, from Mexico. There is no Customs Agent, here, so they were unable to get off the plane. We sat, on the plane on the tarmac, for 5 hours. The pilot gave updates, every hour, and the horrible weather attacking Dallas, continued.

I travelled, weekly, as an HRM Software Consultant....and never have I ever spent the night in an airport.  This was never on my "Bucket List," but I think I'm going to enjoy it!!

Mother Nature was in charge of this. I can be miserable, or I can write a story. You KNOW what I'm going to do!! I've seen news clips about these types of situations and I could never imagine it. Now, I'm experiencing it.....firsthand!! It's an adventure!!

What we know is......this is a rather small airport.....and there is only one American Airlines gate. There are between 7 - 9 flights that will leave, this airport, sometime tomorrow morning. The one gate agent told us "there are 7 - 9 flights that will leave between 7 a.m. - 9 a.m. tomorrow, and that's all I know!" And so we sit, in limbo.

The two small cafes remained open, to keep us fed. And one of the airport maintenance men came around, passing out bottles of water. And....everyone, in this airport, is so friendly.....how....tell me HOW......can one be so upset. Remember, it was Mama Nature that did this!! (Some people aren't happy unless they can complain!!)

In Iowa, my guy (that I was looking forward to seeing, tonight) worries. In Mississippi, my family worries, and in Texas, my family worries. Quit worrying! 

I'll get rebooked, and I'm okay. (But I think I'm going to start a "cots for rent in airports" projects.)  I'm just not sure how these "old bones" are going to react to the concrete floor underneath this carpet.

This wasn't really how I had hoped it would turn out, but it's okay.  It's an adventure that wasn't even on my Bucket List!!!

Thank you, God, for this life that you allow me to live!!
#lifeisfun  #mybucketlist  #sleepingonthefloor 

It's True.......You Can't

There's an old saying....."you can't go home, again".........and maybe if you can, you shouldn't.

A friend and I decided to make a trip, while in Des Moines, down SW 9th Street. For approximately 13 years, I had worked in an office at the end of a small strip mall on that street. The man, for whom I worked, owned a chain of McDonald's Restaurants and a chain of Camelot Dry Cleaners.

We drove from Fleur Drive across Bell over to SW 9th. Nothing looked the same - everything had changed. Of course, I had to take into consideration that it had been well over 30 years!

I suddenly realized that we were passing what looked like the small strip center, so we turned around and went back. Mike pulled the car into the parking lot, and I decided to get out and go into what was once the old Vegas Corp. offices. It was now an eVape shop.

Once inside, I explained (to the very unconcerned young man behind the counter) why I was there. I asked if I could look around.....but it had changed so much.....I recognized nothing.

Have you ever wished you'd just left your memories alone?  

Here I was.....a grown woman who was revisiting memories of 30+ years......and in an eVape shop I felt the tears building in my eyes. What, in the world, would Arch Madden think? He didn't smoke. Would he approve of this?

As I walked outside, I realized that the fish pond that had been outside the office had been replaced with rocks, and the

beautiful rock wall was now just stucco. 

All those memories of years gone by had flooded my mind. 

How could things have changed so much? Why had things changed so much? Where had all the years gone? Where had all the people gone?


The office wasn't the same. The McDonald's Restaurant was gone....there wasn't even one, anywhere, on SW 9th! The lot, where the McDonald's had been was empty except for a storage building.

The strip mall wasn't the same.........everything had changed.....except what had existed in the "Memory Book in my Mind."

When someone says "you can't go home, again".....it's true. And even if you can.......you probably shouldn't!!

Do You Ever Wonder........

I'm not quite sure where the name "Sluggy" came from, but my two Texas granddaughters gave Douglas Bynum that name when they were younger.  And, it stuck. 

Strangely enough, they called Hilda Grace "Mary" (that was her mother's name - but Miss Mary died before they were even a gleam in their mother's eye.)

On Saturday, granddaughter Sydney and I went to Meridian, to the hospital, to visit Sluggy. Neither of us was prepared for what we saw. 

He wasn't the Sluggy that Sydney remembered - nor was he the Doug that I remembered. We both knew that he was in the end of life stages - or as a cousin says he was about to finish his journey.

He didn't know we were there. The visit was more for us and for "Mary" than for Sluggy. It brought back memories of the final days of Sydney's "Papaw."  

Late last night, we received the text message that the time was getting close - and then, the final "he's gone" message came.

With the message came a sense of peace because he was no longer in pain and suffering, but it brought sadness to this house where Sluggy and Mary had celebrated their 60th Wedding Anniversary just three years, earlier.

My mind wandered to times gone by. Doug and Bob would often collaborate in the shop. Bob would loan patterns to Doug and they would plane boards for things that were being built. When we built our house, Doug made the screens for the sun porch. 

Doug loved jokes - and he would often tell them over and over. He liked to talk about his time in Korea during the Korean War, and if he started the "telling"....you were held hostage until he finished his story.

I began to wonder,  what really goes on in Heaven?  Are there Golf Courses? Are there Woodworking Shops? Do old friends get together? Do they really look down on us and protect us? 

I'm going to remember the Doug that I knew and not the one that I saw, on Saturday. As granddaughter Sydney said, "I want to remember the Sluggy that walked up to Papaw's shop - that's the one I want to remember."

RIP, Doug....and if there's a Woodworking Shop in Heaven...I know that you are already there.

Do you ever wonder???

Prayers for Jerry Shepherd .......

I've been a little "under the weather" lately, so blogging has been slow (well, non-existent.)

In my previous blog, I discussed the upcoming (next month) "Author Extravaganza" at Main Street Books in Hattiesburg, MS. Main Street is owned by Jerry and Dianne Shepherd who are also very involved in community life.

After retiring from the Petal School System as a Principal, Jerry and Dianne, who had retired from USM, opened Main Street Books in 2002. They are tireless promoters of local authors.

Last week, on October 31st while I was having a Heart Cath in the Laurel, MS hospital, Jerry Shepherd was undergoing surgery, in Hattiesburg's FGH, for a Brain Tumor that had been discovered, just days before.

My diagnosis was better than Jerry's. The Brain Tumor is a Glioblastoma - which is a very aggressive type of brain cancer.

This sweet man, and his family is desperately in need of prayers.

Our family has had two occurrences with this type of cancer. It's unforgiving, relentless, and severe.

Prayers for you, Jerry Shepherd....and for your family.
#Glioblastoma  #JerryShepherd  #MainStreetBooks #PetalSchoolSystem

It's A "Big Event!"

Behind the doors of Main Street Books,     

in downtown Hattiesburg, are shelves and tables filled with books of every genre.

This unique, independently owned bookstore is one of the few jewels remaining where Indie authors (those who are self-published), local authors, "newbie" authors, Mississippi authors both known and unknown can display and sell their books.

Many well-known authors (James Patterson, John Grisham, Eudora Welty, etc.) can be found among their stacks - but the display of books written by lesser known Mississippi authors is plentiful and varied.

Book signings are held often, and every year since December 2003 an "Author Extravaganza" is held where recently published books are available. Tables are set up where authors can sit and sign books, answer questions about the background of the story and/or the author, as attendees also browse among the store's many offerings.

I am so very pleased to be invited to participate in this 15th year, on December 3, 2018!!

It's a BIG EVENT!!!
#MainStreetBooks  #AuthorExtravaganzaHattiesburgMS #JerryandDianeShepherd #IndieAuthor

'TALES' is on sale in Hattiesburg!!

'Tales from the Porch' is now available at Main

Street Books in historic downtown Hattiesburg, MS.!!

Jerry Shepherd, and his wife Diane, opened Main Street Books in November, 2002 after retiring. Jerry was a Principal in the Petal Middle School, and Diane had a career at USM in Student Employment. How fitting that their decision to open Main Street Books is a continuing education, of sorts.

This afternoon, between doctor's appointments, I enjoyed hearing from Jerry the story of how Main Street Books came to be. Diane was busy teaching a Pottery Class in an adjoining room.

When I opened the door to the old building, near the railroad tracks, I felt "at home." The beadboard, which had once served as a drop ceiling - but was "relieved" by Hurricane Katrina in 2005 - now covered a back wall. Looking up, I could see through the rafters to the roof. I was in a cozy nook of books!

There were books, books, everywhere.....on shelves and neatly arranged on tables for easy shopping and in piles....in the back of the store..........where an older man (who Jerry said comes in "almost daily") was enjoying himself as he picked up and leafed through book after book.

In the front of the store, chairs had been arranged for a 5 p.m. Book Signing. I had mentioned that I was a "self-published" author, and Jerry took me from book to book noting others who had self-published. It's pretty common these days - and there are several publishing companies from which to choose.

Main Street Books will hold their 16th Annual Author Extravaganza on Monday, December 3rd. If I'm lucky, I'll be chosen to participate.

I'm just happy - fortunate - to have my 'Tales from the Porch' on a shelf (or table) of Main Street Books.

If you're a book lover - this place is definitely worth a visit. Don't go on Monday.....that's their day off!!

Any day spent with a book is a great day - and today was even better than that!

Thanks, Jerry and Diane Shepherd and Main Street Books!!
#mainstreetbooks #dianeshepherd #talesfromtheporch #authorextravaganza

I've Loved Them All.......

When I think back over my life, and remember all the houses - both of my youth and then of my later life - I have come to realize that I've loved them all.

No, I haven't been "in love" with all of them .......but I've loved them.
Some were more special to me than others. Just like porches - houses are important to me. The memories that are attached to these houses are a part of life and a part of the people that have been a part of my life.

The little green five room house on Red Gum Plantation, just outside the little town of Louise, MS, was an important part of the life of both my little brother and me.  Louise was where he started school, and I finished school. The house no longer stands, but the beautiful memories remain. The screened porch, with the swing, where I spent many hours reading - sat in the middle of a cotton field. We were poor......but my brother and I never knew that because our parents provided whatever we needed.

I still remember, fondly, the first house my honey and I owned in Greenville, MS. It was the house where we lived when our first child was born, and it was the house where she learned to walk.

There was the old two-story house in which we lived, in Iowa, where our youngest daughter was born. And where I fell down a flight of stairs, while holding her.....but she never touched the floor! (And I had a C/S when she was born....Ouch!) And then, there was the house near Winterset, Iowa ('Bridges of Madison County') that my honey remodeled - and it was our last Iowa house.

There was the house, in Arlington, TX on Juniper Lane in which we lived when our youngest daughter finished high school and where we lived when our first grandchild was born.

There was the house in Georgia and there was the house in Florida.....so many houses.....so many memories.

Through the years (and as I write that phrase....the song comes to mind), there has been one important house in my life. The little house (the walls were like those of a balloon - they expanded as the house filled, with people) on Fellowship Road .......just outside Taylorsville, MS.

It was the house that was built in 1932. It's the house in which my grandparents first lived and then the house in which my parents lived. It sits just across the driveway from my house.......the second most important house, in my life.

Over this weekend, we've spent hours cleaning out the old house......it has been used as storage, for years. Hard working men have stripped the old house of anything that might be "usable."  I've found things that were "missing"......and I've found things that I didn't even remember!

Tomorrow, this piece of my history.....and a piece of the history of Fellowship Road will be buried.

I have sat, on my front porch, and imagined Granny rushing out the door.....wiping her hands on her apron. I've imagined Mama.....standing, with tears in her eyes, as we drove away. I've imagined Thanksgivings and Christmases and Easter.....and I've tried to store, in the Memory Book in my Mind.....a permanent picture of that old house........that I can recall .......after tomorrow.

Yes, I've loved them all....but I've probably loved this one the longest because it's always been a part of my life.

Yes, I'm sentimental.....but tomorrow, I'll be strong!!

What is the Storyline?

I have been working on the Family Tree for my "significant other's" paternal side of the family.

Other than writing; cemeteries and genealogy are another of my passions.....I actually call them addictions. I can wander through an old cemetery regardless if any of my own family is buried there.

Old cemeteries are peaceful. There are often interesting, informative tombstones - and there's certainly no chance of any long-winded conversations, if one is alone!

Through hours of digging, I had learned that many of my friend's father's mother's family were buried in a cemetery not too far from where he now lives. Yesterday, on our way back to his home from a "weekend getaway," I suggested that we go by the old cemetery and try to find some of the tombstones.

(We found the huge cemetery, but need more information to find the stones.)

We ended up stopping at McDonald's for a "healthy" lunch of a chicken sandwich and a chocolate shake. Outside, in the hot sun, sat a woman looking pretty disheveled.

After we got inside and began to eat, she came in and sat across from us. Her face was red from the sun and the heat, and I felt guilty as we ate and she seemed to watch. She had nothing, in her hands, but a small phone - no purse or wallet.

We debated about whether or not to offer her some food and decided to talk to the McDonald's Manager. We were assured that she had bought herself a drink, so we figured she had money had she wanted to eat.

As we got ready to leave, my friend stopped and spoke to her and asked her how she was doing and her reply was, "not too good."

He continued the conversation by asking her what was wrong. She told him she was stranded in this small town and needed to get back to Des Moines - approximately 80 miles away - and had no way to get there.

I walked up, and he looked at me and said, "she needs to get to Des Moines."  My response was, "too bad we just came from there."  His next question was, "should we take her?"

I was surprised by this, because I'm the one who usually does these type of things that one should not do, in this day and age!  And, I get fussed at!

Now, we were going to drive back - the same 80 some odd miles we had just driven - and take this unknown (strange looking) woman to Des Moines.

My response was, "whatever you think."

By now, several other people in the restaurant had begun to look and listen - and after we had her in the car - they came to my friend and asked, "Are you sure this is a smart thing to do?"

He said, "She needs help."

As we made the trip, back toward Des Moines, we learned (quickly) that she was a 'Special Needs person' who had really been "taken in" by someone.

A man had paid a taxi over $100 to bring her to his small town the night before. Apparently, she wasn't what he had hoped for, and he stranded her. She had lost her medications, she had no money and she couldn't get back home.

She didn't ask us for any money - she asked for nothing - and she was very appreciative that we were willing to take her home. The house where she lived, with a caregiver, was well-kept and in a nice area. She thanked us and jumped out of the car and ran toward her house.

Last night, during my "wakeful" periods, she took up space in my mind.
I am a firm believer that "God works in mysterious ways," and this had certainly been one of those days and one of those ways.

We often have no idea what the storyline may be, in the lives of others.

History Lesson While You Read

Travelers in Painted Wagons on Cohay Creek was the brainchild of Mary Cooke....my friend who writes as Mary Lou Cheatham. I think Mary Lou must, like many other successful writers, have dozens of ideas just churning in her head. She has such an imagination!

While I, on the other hand, really have to write non-fiction. It has to be something I've seen or something that has happened to me. Sometimes, it's funny - sometimes it's sad. I have that kind of imagination, but I can't imagine something that hasn't happened! I'm just not a fiction writer. Everybody can't be!

I had written lots of things - articles - for the local newspaper, for my blog and for the Writer's Group to which I belong. But.....I had never written a book. I always WANTED to write a book, and had actually started one, years before - but never got around to finishing it.

Mary Lou had read some of the things I'd written. She seemed to appreciate the way I was able to describe scenes - that would make one tend to feel they were actually there, or seeing what I was describing.

She asked if I would like to coauthor 'Travelers' with her and my writing career was born.

I have since written my second (I'll tell you about it on another day), but Mary Lou and Travelers were my inspiration.

You can download it to your Kindle, order the Paperback if you're one of those that likes to "hold a book in your hands," or you can listen to it. Jamie Hockenberg recorded it, on Audible, for us.

Lots of research went into gypsies and gypsy life - so you'll get a history lesson while you listen or read.