Angels

During my travels and "off the beaten path" adventures, I have acquired quite a collection of pictures of angels. They range from magnificent angels, worthy of art galleries ... To primitive angels, like this one I discovered on the side of a country road ... Most of the angels I've captured with my camera have been on monuments or headstones in cemeteries, like the famous "Turning Angel" in the Natchez City Cemetery ... Here are a few others from my collection: This Baby Angel watches over the final resting place of a little girl named Florence. To read my post about Florence, you can click on the link ... Another "baby angel" ... I found this shy little angel hiding in some bushes in a cemetery in Yazoo City, Mississippi ... And these iron angels were on an old rusty gate in Vicksburg's beautiful Cedar Hill Cemetery ... A fallen angel at Cedar Hill ... And little girl angels ... "Linka" "Dorothy" Two Sisters' Angel (Lillian and Lena) "Addie" Kneeling Angels Guardian Angels Do you believe we have guardian angels? I do.

Natchez Journal -- Chapter Three (Angels on the Bluff)

One of the most memorable places we visited in Natchez was the beautiful Natchez City Cemetery.

The cemetery overlooks the Mississippi River, and covers approximately 100 acres of land. It was established in 1822, and a tour of the cemetery gives you a glimpse back in time to the early days of historic Natchez. Many of the builders of the magnificent Natchez antebellum homes are buried here, and even a steamboat captain or two.

Perhaps the most famous monument in the cemetery is this beautiful angel monument which overlooks five headstones, each with the same date of death.

On March 14, 1908, there was a HUGE explosion at the Natchez Drug Company, which was a five-story brick structure. The explosion was so massive it totally destroyed the five-story building killing numerous people including the business's employees who were working at the time.

The owner of the Natchez Drug Company was so devastated that he purchased a lot to bury his employees and he purchased this angel monument to place at their grave site. His youngest employee was 12 years old.

This monument is now referred to as "The Turning Angel" because at night when cars drive by on Cemetery Road their headlights shine upon the monument and to some it appears to turn as their car passes by. Natchez native and bestselling author, Greg Iles, wrote a book called, "The Turning Angel."

Another impressive monument is the Christian Schwartz monument. Mr. Schwartz built the antebellum home called "Glen Auburn," which is pictured in Chapter One.

To me, one of the saddest -- and eeriest -- monuments we saw was that of Florence Irene Ford, who died of yellow fever when she was ten years old. During her short life, Florence was extremely frightened of storms and whenever one occurred she would rush to her mother to find comfort.

Upon her death, her mother was so struck with grief that she had Florence's casket constructed with a glass window at the child’s head. The grave was dug to provide an area the same depth of the coffin at the child’s head, and this area had steps that would allow the mother to descend to her daughter’s level so she could comfort Florence during storms.

In this picture you can see the trap doors behind little Florence’s tombstone, which covers the stairway her mother used. They can still be opened today.

In the mid 1950s a concrete wall was erected at the bottom of the stairway covering the glass window of Florence’s coffin to prevent vandalism.

This sweet little cherub watches over Florence now ...

This impressive mausoleum belongs to the Learned family who were wealthy lumber pioneers in Natchez.

It has a unique stained glass window in the back of it which you can see through the ornate iron door and in the closeup below ...

The last story I'd like to share with you
is the story of Rosalie Beekman.

Rosalie was seven years old when the Union gunboat U.S.S. Essex bombarded Natchez on September 2, 1862. Her parents, Fanny and Aaron Beekman, operated one of the businesses on Silver Street Under-the-Hill when Natchez came under bombardment.

As the family and most all of the people Under-the-Hill ran to flee the bombardment, Rosalie was hit and fell to the ground mortally wounded. When her father called for her to get up and run she replied, “I can’t Papa, I’m killed.” She died the following day, and became the only person to die from hostile action in Natchez during the Civil War.

On our way out of the cemetery, I spotted this beautiful cross and love the old urn with the vines growing out of it ...

A note of interest: Each year, usually the first weekend of November, the Natchez City Cemetery presents its elaborate "Angels on the Bluff" presentation at the cemetery, with selected grave sites being featured. This production presents local citizens who portray individuals buried there, and many of the local actors are descendants of the individuals they are portraying.

Guides direct groups from grave to grave where local actors dressed in period costumes tell stories about the lives and/or deaths of various people buried there. Several of these presentations are accompanied with musical tributes.

I hope we'll be able to attend "Angels on the Bluff" in November (it's on the 7th and 8th this year). I'm sure it's an impressive presentation.

Now, back to ... "the rest of my story."

After we left the cemetery, we drove downtown and browsed in two or three of the antique shops and then went to the hotel and checked out. By then, it was past lunchtime so we headed to our favorite place in Natchez to just hang out and relax -- Fat Mama's Tamales, which is also known for their "Knock You Naked Margaritas!"

Sadly, by the time I write this, Fat Mama's will be moved into a larger brand new building a half block away from the old location. We are really going to miss the old place which was brimming with character and was part of the fun of going to Fat Mama's. Here are some pictures of the inside, for old time's sake ...

This is "Fat Mama" herself ...

And after eating a couple of dozen hot tamales (between the four of us), and toasting my brother-in-law and his wife with wishes for a safe and fun journey to Nova Scotia, we said our goodbyes and left for home.

One of the fun things about writing a blog is that you get to "relive" a trip or experience you're sharing, and this is true of our visit to Natchez. We've been there numerous times in the past, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed it as much as I did this time. I hope you enjoyed it, too.

Sincerely,

A Natchez Getaway -- Chapter Two (The Road Less Taken)

Thank you for joining me for Chapter Two of my journal of our recent trip to Natchez, Mississippi. If you haven't read Chapter One and would like to, you can click here.

After breakfast Saturday morning, my husband and I joined his brother and his wife and drove around some residential areas in Natchez. Now, if you read my blog regularly, you know that I love exploring "off the beaten path," looking for places and things that aren't found in tour guide brochures.

I think this house qualifies. When we got close enough that I could see what it was, I got so excited and think I said something like, "Oh, my gosh! I've got to get some pictures of THAT!" ... to which my unflappable husband drolly replied, "You want to wait 'til I stop before you jump out?"

This is what I got so excited about (be sure and click on the pictures to enlarge them and get the "full effect") ...

Isn't that the neatest thing you've ever seen! You have to admire the imagination involved in creating it, not to mention the work that went into it. Here are some closeups of the different "vignettes" featured in this "masterpiece" ...

Aren't these little fellows adorable!

As if this wasn't enough, we went around the block and saw the back of the house which was also "decorated" ...

I didn't think I'd find anything else to compare to the "uniqueness" of that unbelievable house, but a couple of blocks away we saw this beautiful old Victorian house ...

So, you say, it's a pretty house, but what's so unique about it? Well, take a closer look at the top windows ...

That figure you see looked like a ventriloquist's dummy that had a strong resemblance to Charles Bronson. Is that creepy, or what?

The house itself was very pretty, and I especially liked the stained glass in the front doors ...

As we left the "unique" neighborhood, we discovered these beautiful homes perched high on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River ...

Can you imagine looking out your front door at this gorgeous view of "Old Man River?" ...

This is another house overlooking the river and I liked its colorful gold and red paint ...

This is a picture I took of the "bluff houses" from further upriver using a telephoto lens ...

And speaking of the river, here are a couple of pictures I took earlier in the day ...

I am fascinated by huge old oak trees, with their twisted and moss-covered limbs, and often wonder how old they are and if they were just saplings during antebellum days.

We passed by one of the antebellum homes and I stopped and took these photos of the roots of one of the massive oaks beside the street ...

And while I'm on the subject of old trees, I'm going to end this chapter with some of my pictures of old oak trees and Joyce Kilmer's beautiful poem about "Trees" ...

I hope you will join me for Chapter Three of my Natchez story which will include a visit with "The Turning Angel" and other famous "residents" of the Natchez City Cemetery.

Sincerely,