Got a boat and went fishing with Dad and Grayce out in the Bay.
Went with Pikes for a beach picnic at Beloxi, Mississippi.
Went Crabbing one evening - Henri's first experience. Caught crabs and ate them too. They were good!
We also learned how to grow cotton, sweet potatoes and watermelons. Incidentally, Dad's watermelons were just right and we consumed several daily.
On Sunday, Jimmie preached in the local Baptist Church.
Wednesday, July 27th, we left Grand Bay, well supplied with fried chicken, watermelons, ect. Traveled leisurely along the shore of the Gulf of Mexico, thru Passagoula, Biloxi and Gulfport, north thru Hathesburg, Miss. to Wendenhall. Here we camped for the night in a school yard directly across from a Baptist Church, where the colored Brethren were holding meeting.
After a few hours drive the next morning, we arrived in Jackson, Miss. where we learned we could not cross the "Father of Waters" at Vicksburg as we had planned, but must retrace our road to Natchez where we would find the only southern road (westward) in tact - the "Dixie Highway".
Back we went, traveling slowly, and camped 20 miles north of Natchez, at Church Hill. Friday, July 29th, we were ferried safely across the Mississippi River and continued westward on the Dixie Highway. This highway had been elevated, after the food to make it passable and even on it, we had a detour of fifty miles or more.
We drove for miles and miles with a swift stream of water on either side of the road - backwater from the flood. All kinds of debris, animal carcasses, etc., were to be seen everywhere. What had been an inhabited area was still under water. We talked with people 25 miles west of the river and learned that the water there had been eleven feet deep. Such was the result of the flood of 1926.
We stopped along the road, east out a hook and line and in no time had fish for supper. We ate our fill, too, for there were plenty more in the water, waiting to be caught. That night we traveled until eleven o'clock and were 200 miles from Natchez (at Ruston, La.) before we felt we were safe from the dampness and odors of the flood.
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