I passed on to her my mama's words, "My mama didn't teach me to be afraid," which I could say of my mama herself, and she took that in, I could tell. She told me she could also get me some iced tea, sweet or unsweet, and told me to go ahead and get me some spaghetti and cornbread and have a good trip.
Carolyn is the desk clerk--a hoot! She's 67 and getting her associates degree "finally" at the junior college, in hospitality. I didn't tell her, but she needs no degree--she's hospitality personified already. We talked for half an hour and I invited her to come spend the night in the casita sometime, gave her my card, hope she will.
"Don't worry about the weather, Baby," she said. "Everything is going to be fine. You're going to get home tomorrow before dark, no problem, but first come on in here and have you some breakfast."
"The problem with getting a degree at sixty-seven is that nobody might want to hire me. People think just cause you're older, you're gonna have arth-a-ri-tis and be sick, but I can tell you that's not me. I have perfect health and I want to do this!" Her dream is to have a Bed and Breakfast of her own.
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| The Mississippi River, Natchez view |
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| After rice and beans, drove into Natchez to see the Mississippi Bridge--which, weather permitting, I'll be crossing at daylight |
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| Carolyn |
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| "Here--get my good side!" |
On the way here from Covington, I stopped at a cupcake shop in the middle of nowhere--not because I wanted a cupcake, but because I wanted to meet these folks:
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| Brown's Cake Shop. Be Still Let Go Let God Psalms 46:10 Cupcakes |
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| I ordered one pink one just for the chance to take pictures and talk--but they gave me another one for free and said I MUST see St. Francisville, which is exactly where I was heading... |
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