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Henry David Thoreau

Definitely a Fowl Place

Tuesday May 21, 2013
Site 44 White Tail Ridge COE Campground
LaGrange, Georgia

 

 

Today I discover how spring has sprung here at Whitetail Ridge. 

 

The birds are out in numbers around our campsite.  They are such fun to watch.  They are apparently building nests as well as taking care of young depending on which bird.  

While I am sitting on the patio, I see  a swallow (I think) with a beak full of nesting material.  

 

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Then several brown thrashers come with young ones hopping about.

 

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The morning slips away easily just watching the things going on in my own backyard.  

After lunch we see the goose family out paddling and it looks like a good idea so we put the kayaks in the water and follow them for a bit.

 

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It is a blue sky puffy white cloud day.  Perfect!  We paddle out to the end of our spit.

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You can see how flooded the water is. 

Good thing these are cypress trees.  They don’t mind being up to their waists in water.  Their green is just the color of spring.  It looks so  light and feathery and new.

 

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We paddle around a lot of campsites on the fingers that jut into the lake.  The sites look even better from the water.  Some are in full sun and some in shade.  Something to suit everybody it seems.

 

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We paddle out to this island where we find a great blue heron nest with part of the family at home.

 

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When I paddle around the island I find there are actually two nests in this tree.  A sort of mini rookery.

 

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We go on around exploring more fingers and more coves.

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Our site is in the middle of a finger rather than on the end so we are somewhat protected from heavy winds and from some of the motor noise from jet skis and boats.  Winnona is visible from both sides of the finger.  I see her from the back here.

 

 

 

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The sun is beginning to wear us out so we head for the other side of our finger and some dinner. 

Yes the awning is really askew.   I sometimes leave it that when there is even a possibility of heavy rain so the water will easily run off away from the entry.

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We are greeted by a mallard couple on our return.  Well not greeted as they hustled off when we approach in the boats.

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We get out of the kayaks and pull them up on shore, walk up the steps and who shows up, the Goose Group.  Are they following us now??

 

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After dinner we grab the kayaks and go back out on the water. 

 

This site with its docking spot makes that so easy to do.  There is a carpet of leaves on the shore so we don’t even have to put a tarp down to set the kayaks on while they wait for us.

The sun is low in the sky when we set out but the clouds are still beautiful. 

 

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We paddle a different direction this time and find an osprey nest in one of the flooded trees in the lake.   Talk about tidy!  If that is a chick, it’s a mighty big one.

 

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I look up in the sky and see a flock of white pelicans winging northward.  They turn and regroup and turn again.  What a beautiful sight.

 

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After the speed boats finishing their evening zipping around and motoring, it is beautiful on the water.  Much calmer and a lot quieter.  I can’t think of one other place I’d rather be. 

 

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I am hoping to break the string cloudy sunsets but it is not to be.

The sun slips between the clouds and the trees before disappearing.

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There is some nice after glow and then another flock of white pelicans, or I suppose the same flock an hour or so later, flies overhead.   This is the perfect time to be out on the lake.  It is just gorgeous.  I hate to go in.

 

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David takes the camera to get a shot of the moon above me just before we go in for the night.  She looked a lot bigger from where I sat than she does in this picture. 

Tomorrow is our last day in this sweet campsite but things will change here a lot over the memorial day week-end so I’m not too sad to be going.

 

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Another Great Waterfront Site

Sunday May 19  – Monday May 20 2013
Site 44 White Tail Ridge COE Campground
LaGrange, Georgia

 

 

SUNDAY, May 19

 

We pull out about 9:30 for our 137 mile drive to another COE, this time at White Tail Ridge Campground on West Point Lake in LaGrange, Georgia.  I am very pleasantly surprised to find that I  booked a pull through site and boy is it a beauty.  We are in a little cul-de-sac.  We can launch the kayaks right off the site.  The lake water is seriously high right now apparently they’ve been have a LOT of rain.  The sites have concrete pads but the patios are dirt and gravel.  The ground is wet and muddy but dry weather is supposed to prevail for the 4 days we are here.

 

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We are welcomed to our site by a Canada Goose family.  Well welcomed might be  a stretch but they are near the water trimming the grass so in my mind that they didn’t head out immediately is a welcome.     Papa is in the water just off shore or maybe it is Mama, I can’t tell.  But the three goslings are very fluffy and very busy munching.

 

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Looks like the perfect kayak launch doesn’t it.  We can just keep the kayaks on the shore and jump in them any time we please.  SWEET!!That’s on the agenda for tomorrow.

 

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MONDAY, May 20, 2013

 

I am up early and run for a humid run around the campground to find that there are a lot of sites but no real trails.  The only trail runs parallel to the park road from the gate house to the boat launch.  However nearly all of the sites, I’d say 85-90% are on the water.  There are 4 or 5 fingers out into the lake and campsites around the edges of each.  All wooded and very nice.

We have a slow leisurely morning with pancakes for breakfast.  Chocolate chip oatmeal this time.

It’s hot today.  Well it’s 86 today but combined with the humidity it makes us very lazy.  The sun is too hot for kayaking in the afternoon.

 

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So we drive into LaGrange.  David has to get some prescriptions filled.  Sad to report there really is nothing distinctive about LaGrange.  It does have greatness looming on the horizon though.  A Brusters is being built here.  It’s OK that I got here too early for it since I still have JMC in my freezer.  I have to make it last a long time since Bruster’s are pretty scarce.  But I’ve written this one down in my "Where are they list” for next time.

 

 

 

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When we get back to Winnona it is still too hot and humid to be out in the sun.   So rather than paddle, we take care of some online business.  We have finished reading Dreaming in Clay On The Coast of Mississippi, the biography of the Anderson family and I read aloud from The Art of Walter Anderson, a book put together by the Walter Anderson Museum in Ocean City as the catalog for an exhibit celebrating the centennial of Anderson’s 1903 birth.  It was this exhibit which first introduced me to his work when I saw it at the Smithsonian Institution in 2004.  We are reading the essays written about the works of art on display and enjoying again his art, in pictures this time. 

 

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The day just slips away as they do when you are relaxed and in no hurry.  Paddling gets put off until tomorrow.  We’re hoping for some clouds.  No rain mind you, just clouds.  There has been plenty enough rain here to take care of things for quite a while.

Selma to Montgomery – Take 2

Saturday May 18, 2013
Site 40, Prairie Creek COE Campground
Lowndesboro, Alabama

 

* this is a repost of the blog that has been causing all the trouble.  So if you’ve seen two of these you aren’t seeing double.  But you can comment twice if you want to, that would be cool. :-))

 

 

I was in high school when this all happened. 

I remember it well.  I remember being shocked by what I saw on TV in black and white.  People walking over a bridge being clubbed and beaten.  And then another march.  And another.

 

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Today we visited what is known as the Lowndes County Interpretive Center.  We had a hard time finding it even though it was right there in plain sight on Route 80.  I knew it was a National Park Service Visitor Center and was expecting a sign for the Selma to Montgomery National Historic Trail Visitor’s Center.  Or at least something that looked like the famous National Park sign.  

 

 

We drove right by the big impressive building before turning around when we knew we’d gone too far.

We went back to what we thought was a county tourist bureau to ask where the National Park Service Visitor Center is.   Our surprise, this is it. 

 

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I should have asked the friendly and extremely knowledgeable Ranger Anthony Bates who greeted us when we first entered the center why this center is not called what I was expecting but is instead the Lowndes County Interpretive Center.  Am I the only one that finds that unusual for a National Park Site?  But I was too busy being amazed.

 

 

 

 

The exhibits inside are not the only really impressive thing.  The building design itself is noteworthy as well.

 

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From Ranger Bates, I learn that the building was designed to incorporate 3 important places on this historic march. You can compare the first two to the building picture at the top.   The front of the building is designed to resemble the architecture though not the brick color of the Brown Chapel AME Church which was the starting point in Selma for the marches.  The metal clear story archway at the top of the building is to commemorate the Edmund Pettis Bridge where the marchers were attacked during the first March and where they stopped and prayed during the second.  The third place is the state house in Montgomery a replica of whose dome is on the grounds and visible through the window toward which the marchers are proceeding. 

 

 

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This is a very powerful exhibit and the curators have done an amazing job of telling it like it was.  We’ve come a long way since this day and I’m proud of my National Park Service for giving this Route the recognition it deserves.

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When I was in school I remember thinking how wonderful the Lincoln and the Emancipation Proclamation were.

Then I read about the continued discrimination after the Civil War ended and on into the 20th century.  On into my own life time.

The Civil Rights Act of 1964 outlawed major forms of discrimination against racial, ethnic, national and religious minorities, and women.  It ended unequal application of voter registration requirements and racial segregation in schools, at the workplace and in public accommodations.

But what good is a law that isn’t well enforced?   The Jim Crow South lived on.  This exhibit highlights the struggle for voting rights that should not have existed given both the 1860’s and 1960’s laws.  But it did exit.

 

The exhibit begins with conditions prior to and  at the time of the Civil Rights Act.

 

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Many former slaves and their descendents in the Selma and Lowndes county area  lived in accommodations like these.  The county was actually over 50% Negro at that time the marches began.   They were largely sharecroppers trapped in a never ending cycle of plantation-like slavery.  They were often paid in “company” script and were always in debt to the store.  They couldn’t move if they wanted to and they couldn’t do anything about their conditions because they were not allowed to vote.  Well they were allowed IF they could get registered which required that they pay a poll tax with money they didn’t have, answer a 4 page questionnaire that I’m not sure I could answer. For instance, Do you know how many congressional districts are in the United State?  And have a “sponsor” preferably white.

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The 1965 Marches were a direct result of efforts begun in 1963 to register people to vote.

 

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These efforts were organized by the Dallas county Voters League, a Negro organization created to help register people to vote in the Selma Alabama area which is located in Dallas County.  White resistance to this work was enormous and took many forms including violence. 

The first march took place on March 7, 1963 when 600 marchers protested the violent death of Jimmy Lee Jackson as well as the people’s exclusion from the electoral process. 

 

 

 

 

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At the Edmund Pettis Bridge in Selma, the march was met by state and local police with tear gas and clubs.  So many people were beaten and injured that it is still referred to as “Bloody Sunday”.  Footage of this violence, of unarmed people being beaten, kicked and bloodied was on the nightly news and heightened public sympathy for the marchers and the entire Right to Vote movement.   Life magazine’s  cover photo highlighted the march and gave it additional national coverage.

 

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A second march the following Tuesday, March 9,  also began at Brown Chapel

It stopped just on the far side of the bridge where the beatings had taken place.  Twenty five hundred Marchers, some of them Clergy from all over the country, led by Dr. Martin Luther King, knelt in prayer as club wielding policemen looked on.

The third March began on Sunday March 21.  By this time the media coverage had expanded and federal troops had been sent in when Governor George Wallace would not assure President Johnson that the marchers would be protected.  Johnson federalized the Alabama National Guard who in the past had been part of  some of the beatings.  The FBI and Federal Marshalls along with the reluctant guard lined the route.   About 3200 marchers set out for Montgomery walking an average of 12 miles a day and sleeping in fields. The marchers walked the 54 miles from the Everett Pettis bridge of Bloody Sunday to the Alabama State House along Route 80, the same route we drove between the campground and here.  It took them 4 nights and 5 days. 

 

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Along the way they stayed in tents on farms where owners took great risk to permit them to gather. 

 

All along route 80 are signs marking the locations of these stops.  The organization of such a march to secure camping places, food, water and medical care was truly an amazing feat of dedication to a cause.  I wonder how many of us have ever been as dedicated to doing the right thing as these people were.

At campsite #1, The congregants of Selma’s Green Street Baptist church cooked massive amounts of pork and beans and spaghetti and pork and beans. They delivered the food in new garbage cans. The temperatures fell below freezing in the four large tents which housed the marchers.

 

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Among the most moving of the exhibits is a group of 5 life size marchers.

The first two are real representations of Lewis Marshall who was 15 years old when carried the flag during the march  and Jim Letterer who came from Michigan and marched the entire 54 miles on crutches.  The detail on the clothing and facial expressions of these people was remarkable.  Standing there in their midst was very humbling.  I have never risked my life for a principle.  My admiration knows no bounds.

 

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This link is to a very interesting story of the grown Lewis Marshall returning to visit his model at the center.

 

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By the time they reach the capitol on Thursday March 25 they are 25,000 strong on the steps of the Montgomery capitol building, where Martin Luther King delivers his “How long? Not Long!” speech.

 

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And it was not long

Less than 5 months later President Lyndon Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965.  This is surely one of the fastest acts Congress has ever passed.

 

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She is always paving the way for me.

 

 

Now you would think that would take care of things.  But it didn’t. 

 

After the bill’s passage a mass movement to get people registered resulted in many of the tenant farmers and sharecroppers being thrown off their land and out of their houses when they registered to vote.  They had no where to go.  Some of them moved in with relatives or left the state.  But others lived for as much as two and a half years in tents on the property which now houses this Visitor Center.  Several organizations helped to buy the land for the Tent City, brought cots, tents, heaters, food and water.  Over time the organizers helped these people find new jobs and permanent housing in their new lives.

 

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I am in awe of the people involved in these marches and their steadfastness and devotion to this important civil right. 

Thanks again to my National Park Service for creating such a memorable place for me to visit and experience this history up close.  It was great to be reminded of the days when improving this country and life for all its people was upper most in many of our minds, including congress

Sure wish I could make more of our tax dollars go to the National Parks.   I LOVE THEM!!  

 

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