December 16, 1811, the mighty Mississippi was changed. The strongest earthquake in American history happened around 2 a.m., and I was told it rang the church bells in Boston. When this earthquake happened in New Madrid, Missouri, it created 12-foot wide cracks in the earth and in one place, the earth dropped down twenty feet. The tree-tops were now even with the surrounding land.
With a mountain of aftershocks striking everyday, the residents of the area fled to the country, believing they would be safer with a distance between them and the river. On January 23 , 1812 another earthquake struck, and was just as violent as the first. The earth was in a continual agitation, and the river had waves like the sea.
On February 7, 1812, at 4:00 a.m. the final quake struck. The Mississippi River started to recede from the banks and rose up like a mountain, leaving boats on the bare mud. The captains of said boats took this opportunity to abandoned ship and escape their demise.
With the cracking, crunching and movement of the land, the Mississippi River started to flow backwards and did so for 10-24 hours. An elderly fisherman I spoke with at breakfast, told me a steamboat captain, who was going down the Mississippi River had to hold on to his hat as he rode the wave back up the river.
With the river now flowing backwards, the water had to go somewhere and over the banks it went. Just to the East of the Mississippi River sets a little town named Tiptonville, in Tennessee. This little town is now the proud owner of an 18-thousand-acre lake, and the home of Reelfoot Lake State Park.
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Ahhhhh! Spring in the South. My second favorite season. You wake-up one morning and POOF! The grass is green, the trees are green, the azaleas are showing off their delicate red, yellow, white and pink blooms and the pine trees are spewing out their yellow clouds of the allergy demon, pollen.
Spring-time also means it’s rodeo season! Yes, those daring young men in their spandex tight Wrangler jeans, dusty, worn, cowboy boots, 7 pound belt buckle and ten gallon cowboy hats. I can’t help but to smile, I love a country boy!
Here in Alabama, we do things a little different. Yes, I know, that’s a shock, but let’s go to Opp, Alabama, for their rodeo.
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I shared a couple of stories with you about Rex Locklar, his small town, and his love for Bluegrass music. It is time again for another festival. The first weekend in April, and October, is when Rex hosts “Howlin in Henderson“. If you enjoy being around good ol’ people who love to play music, sing, and just be together, swing by Henderson, Alabama, in a few weeks. They will make you feel right at home! I might have to stay for this and take my RV this time.
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