Sunday, October 16, 2022

Writing with a Southern Accent

 

My favorite form of punctuation is the comma.  I also use a lot of dot-dot-dots (also known as "ellipses") to enable me to continue my "run-on" thoughts in a run-on sentence and to, hopefully, keep it from sounding like I'm "running on."

I confess that I don't always use commas and ellipses correctly, but tend to happily and generously sprinkle them in and amongst my writings to slow down my thoughts as I'm writing ... and to give my reader a chance to pause as he or she is reading my babblings. [Did you notice how you slowed down when you got to the "dot-dot-dots?"]

My own rule of thumb about when to use a comma is quite simple: When I finish writing a story, I read it out loud and when I need to take a breath in between phrases, I insert a comma ... or if I really get short of breath while reading, I will add the little dot-dot-dots, instead of a comma. 

My photography website is called "Photography with a Southern Accent," so I suppose that it's possible that my southern accent could carry over to my style of writing, too.  Could that be the reason I use so many commas to slow it down?

By now, I'm sure you're wondering why in the world I spent valuable time babbling on and on about commas and dot-dot-dots, of all things.  To be honest, as I proofread this, I was kind of wondering the same thing!  

But, at least, in the future ... if you ever read one of my stories again ... maybe you can imagine me reading it to you in my slow, southern drawl, slightly pausing for effect after each little comma and dot-dot-dot.

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Reverend Newit Vick: "The Founder of Vicksburg"

NEWIT VICK MEMORIAL AND FAMILY GRAVESITE

As it was May 18, 2021

The Rev. Newet Vick Memorial was established in 1984 by Crawford Street United Methodist Church with assistance by the City of Vicksburg, Warren County, and individual citizens.

I recently visited the Newit Vick gravesite and arrived around noon and was greeted with freshly-mowed green grass, a wheat field in the background, and towering magnolia trees, their blossoms scenting the noonday humidity. 

And I felt a sense of awe at standing on hallowed ground.



The granite Memorial stands alone and stone slab markers enclosed within a low brick wall mark the burial sites of Reverend Vick (1766-1819), his wife Elizabeth (1772-1819), and other family members:  their first-born son Hartwell Vick (1792-1833), Theodoria Hartwell Vick (17 months, 17 days old) 1830, Martha Virginia (1831-1836), and the Vicks’ daughter Martha Vick (1800-1851). 

The old stone markers are difficult to read, but I captured pictures of them, and have also included photographs from the “Find-A-Grave” website of  Martha Vick, John Wesley Vick, Hartwell Vick, Eliza Vick Morse, and a photo captioned “Newit Vick,“ which may or may not be accurate. You can click on the images to enlarge them.

Newit and Elizabeth Vick


The inscription reads:  
In life they were united.
In death not divided.
Jesus smiles and says, "Well done,
Good and faithful servants ye.
Enter and receive thy crown,
Reign with me triumphantly.


Newit Vick   [1766-1819]



Elizabeth Vick   [1772-1819]


Hartwell Vick  [1792-1833]


Hartwell Vick Close Up

Daughters of Hartwell Vick
Theodoria [17 months, 17 days, 1830] and Martha Virginia  [1831-1836]


Martha Vick  [1800-1851]


Inscription reads, Blessed are the pure in heart.


Eliza White Vick Morse [1801-1890]
Burial Site Unknown
John Wesley Vick [1806-1888]
Buried in Cedar Hill Cemetery


If you are in the Vicksburg area and would like to visit the Vick Memorial, it is in a rural setting northeast of VicksburgDrive north on Hwy 61 from I-20 1.5 miles to Culkin Road. Exit east on Culkin. About 1.5 miles east is a fork in the road, with Oak Ridge Road on the left. Continue on Oak Ridge about 2.3 miles. 

This marker is on the right side of the road, and the site is on the right, partially hidden by an embankment. The Newit Vick Monument can be seen through the driveway. 



After visiting the gravesite, I wanted to find out more about Newit Vick and his family.  There have been numerous books written about Reverend Vick, but I feel more confident in the accuracy of the writings of Vicksburg’s renowned historian, the late Mr. Gordon Cotton.  In an interview with Mr. Cotton dated February 9, 2008, and published in The Vicksburg Post, entitled “City’s Founder Remembered, but Details on Vick are Few,” Mr. Cotton stated that the details on Vick’s life are somewhat hazy. 

At least three spellings of his first name have been found – Newit, Newitt, and Newett – but no one knows for sure how Reverend Vick spelled his name. However, it is spelled “Newit” on his gravestone, so I prefer to use that spelling.

According to Mr. Cotton, “Newit Vick, who came to the area in either 1812 or 1814, was a visionary who brought culture and Christianity to the city that formally adopted his name in 1825.

“Vick’s connection to the Vicksburg area began when his cousins, the Cook family, urged him to buy land that had been cleared in the ‘open woods’  and was for sale.  Some of that land is now Openwood Plantation subdivision.  In addition, he bought land along the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River.

Unfortunately, “Vick and his wife, Elizabeth Clark Vick, died in 1819, the year he began his transformation of a new city along the Mississippi River by platting lots and boundaries.  Their deaths, about an hour apart, were blamed on yellow fever or malaria.” Nevertheless, Vick’s son-in-law, John Lane, carried out his plans for the town.

“Although his family fought over the city founder’s will for years, one result was the 1825 donation of the city block where Vick planned to build his home.  That block, in 1860, became home to what is now the Old Court House Museum.”

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Source: https://www.vicksburgpost.com/2008/02/06/citys-founder-remembered-but-details-on-vick-are-few020608 

[Gordon Cotton Article]


Thursday, February 25, 2021

Nature's Blessings and Miracles

I don’t know how many of you remember my story last May about the little mallard hen who built her nest in one of the flower beds in our front yard. If you didn’t see it, you might want to read it before you finish reading this post. You can click on the following links … 

[Part1]   http://southernlagniappe.blogspot.com/2020/05/a-blessing-at-our-door-step.html
[Part 2]    https://southernlagniappe.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-blessing-at-our-door-step-part-two.html

Here are a few pictures I captured of the hen and her babies last Spring (there were nine!). 






Just minutes after they all hatched, she marched them down the driveway and down the street to the neighborhood storm drainage pond, which was to be their new home until they could fly. 

We were so happy to have received one of Spring’s greatest blessings – new life – in the form of a little mallard hen who chose, literally, our front door step as the place to build her nest and bring her babies into the world. 

I had read that if the abandoned nest is near the feeding area, the family may continue to use it for brooding and nesting. I really didn’t think we would be so fortunate ... but early this morning my husband was looking out the window and called me to come quickly. When I looked out the window, I couldn’t believe my eyes – there in our driveway sat the mallard drake “standing guard,” while the hen was checking out the flower beds looking for her nesting place from last spring! They were so precious, I almost cried. 

It didn’t take her but a few minutes to locate her nesting place, and I really felt as if we were witnessing a miracle. To think that that little mama duck could return to the exact spot where she raised her babies last spring, and the daddy duck stood watch over her … well, it was just too much to comprehend! 

I was so excited, but managed to hurriedly get a couple of pictures of them with my cell phone ...



My husband had to leave and the ducks flew when he backed out of the garage, but I have high hopes of witnessing the miracle of new life again this Spring, when that little mama duck returns to her nesting place and gives us the pleasure of watching her raise her new family. To be continued … I hope!