Mississippi and Alabama

March 6 through 10, 2000

Vicksburg, MS

One of my chief goals in Vicksburg was to visit the Vicksburg National Military Park. We wound up spending both Monday and Tuesday mornings at the park, taking a self-guided car tour. I was a little disappointed with the lack of interpretive material at the park, but when I though about it, it is not as though there were a lot of battles there. In fact, the battle of Vicksburg was basically a textbook application of siege tactics. What can one say about a siege other than both sides waited, and one side got hungrier and hungrier.

The town of Vicksburg was important to the Union army because it was essentially the last point at which the Confederacy prevented complete Union freedom on the Mississippi River. Although the river has changed course some now, during the Civil War, the guns at Fort Hill on the bluff at Vicksburg commanded a long stretch of the river through a tight horseshoe bend. Unless the Union could capture that fort, they could not safely move supplies up and down the river. Unfortunately for the Union Army, Vicksburg is situated in a very good defensive position, and when U. S. Grant tried a couple of direct attacks, the Union army was readily repulsed. At that point, Grant switched to a siege strategy, and after 6 weeks, on July 4, 1863, the Confederates under General Pemberton surrendered.

Most of the park is now a road that drives along the Union lines and then the Confederate lines. Along the way, there are literally hundreds of monuments to the various units that manned the lines at different places. Most of the monuments are relatively simple stele types of markers, but some, like the Illinois monument are very impressive. (The tallest monument in the park was obelisk for some of the Louisiana troops. Unfortunately, on Memorial Day of last year, a bolt of lightning struck it, and it is currently on the ground awaiting a restoration process.)

In many places, there are guns in the emplacements as they were during the war. Unfortunately, there are also pretty heavy woods between the two lines. According to one plaque that we saw along the way, these woods were planted by the CCC in the 1930’s to prevent erosion damage. With the advent of some new erosion prevention technologies, the National Park Service is restoring the vegetation to be similar to what was there during the war. The area around Fort Garrott has been restored, and it is now possible to experience how the opposing soldiers were able to see each other.

The terrain was much hillier and more steeply ravined than I had expected. The fact that the Union ever tried to storm the defenses at all amazes me. I have a hard time imagining going up some of those hills on a nice spring morning, to say nothing of doing it on a hot summer day with hostile troops firing at me. They were a tougher breed than I.

In addition to the battle field park, we also took in the Old County Courthouse Museum. This is a nice museum, with a lot of Civil War artifacts as well as others of local interest. Apparently Jefferson Davis’ home was just south of Vicksburg, and the local people take a lot of pride in his accomplishments. The people seem to be very proud of the Confederacy accomplishments during the Civil War. I keep thinking that they are a very proud and good people, but then I keep coming back to the fact that they were basically fighting to preserve slavery and the advantages of the few landed aristocracy. At that point I have trouble justifying what they did.

As a somewhat related issue, this time that we are spending in the deep south is allowing me to address some of my prejudices. Having never been in this area before, I think that my image of the southerners has been locked into what I saw on news broadcasts 45 years ago. (We did see the North Little Rock High School, and it certainly looked like the news images.) I need to keep reminding myself that stereotyping of any group of people is an act of prejudice. Each person needs to be treated as the individual that he or she is. For the most part, the people we have encountered here are very friendly, even to us northerners. They are also generally hard working and accepting people. From what I have seen, a liberal Democrat would have a seemingly impossible task getting elected, but then Clinton was Governor of Arkansas. Mostly, however, my view of the people has to change to be that of individuals rather than of classes.

(As an aside, we did see a news item on TV in Hot Springs, AR that was interesting. I don’t remember what the point of the item was, but it highlighted some archive footage from a few years ago of a man who had the appearance and actions of what I would call a stereotypical “Hillbilly.” He was tall and skinny, wore overalls and a tattered felt hat, was 70 some years old, missing most of his teeth, and carried a shotgun over one arm and some small game traps in the other. He had 19 children – at the time, aged infant to 40 – by two wives, and one of the children that was referenced by name was “Snowdrop.” Yet at the end of the news item I was left with the feeling that he was just acting the part. For one thing, of the 19 children, 11 of them had college degrees – although nothing was said about it, I suspect that the other 8 were still too young. That doesn’t fit the stereotype at all.)

Gulf Shores, AL

As we left Vicksburg, we headed into Alabama. On Tuesday evening, we stopped at the first camping area we got to after crossing the state line. We didn’t want to get any closer to Mobile and the Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras celebration that was going on than we could help. On Wednesday morning, when we finally did drive into town, we were glad that we hadn’t tried Tuesday. In addition to the fact that the streets that we took through Mobile had all been blocked off for their parades, we could see by the large amount of litter left that there had been some big crowds. In any event, we went through Mobile and on to Gulf Shores. After securing a campsite, we went to Gulf State Park and did a volkswalk. The park was pretty, and the route entailed walking around the Shelby Lake. Unfortunately, for most of the way, we were just walking up a corridor of pines, and we could not see the lake, the golf course we walked by, or the Gulf of Mexico. As a result, it was kind of a boring walk. We did see signs reading “Please Do Not Feed or Aggravate the Alligators.” It didn’t take any convincing for us to obey, even if we had seen some Alligators.

After the walk we had some lunch in a parking lot by the public fishing pier. One of the things that we didn’t like about the Gulf Shores portion of Alabama was that they tried to charge us for everything we wanted to do. We had figured on eating lunch at a picnic area within the State Park, but they wanted $2 just to drive in. At the public fishing pier, it costs $5 to fish and $1.25 just to watch. Out of principle, we tend to avoid going to places that charge like that. After eating, we went out onto the beach (which was free) and dipped our feet into the Gulf of Mexico.

With lunch completed and the mundane task of catching up with the laundry done, we went to meet a Betty, a friend of Linda through her Aunt Doris. Betty has had a stroke, and is being cared for by David, Angel, and Cody – a family that just happened to live near her when she needed help. Now she is a surrogate grandmother to Cody. (I tried to get a picture of them, but I am not being successful with flash pictures from my camera.) They took us to dinner at Lambert’s Café in Gulf Shores – a very unusual restaurant. Two of their features are there excellent dinner rolls and there “pass-arounds.” Even though the dinner rolls are good, the thing that makes them unique is the delivery system. The server stands in one part of the restaurant and if you want a roll you hold your hand up. The server then throws it to you. Unique and a lot of fun. The “pass-arounds” are just a bunch of side dishes that they continually bring around the restaurant and serve on request, regardless of what you have ordered. When we were there they included fried okra, fried potatoes, and apple butter and sorghum molasses for the rolls. It was a gimmicky restaurant, but a lot of fun to go to.

Mobile, AL

Instead of driving back to Mobile the same way that we got there, we drove out to Fort Morgan, on the very end of the peninsula that hold Gulf Shores. From there we took a little red ferry boat to Dauphin Island, then a long bridge back up to Mobile. The ferry wasn’t exactly as sophisticated as those in the Washington State Ferry system, but it was a very nice ride.

In addition, while we were waiting to cross, we struck up a conversation with a couple from Sequim, WA. They suggested that we should not miss the Bellingrath Gardens, just out of Mobile. We had never heard of them, but took them at their word and stopped. We were certainly glad that we did – they were beautiful. Mr. Bellingrath made his fortune in the early twentieth century as a coke bottler, and put much of it into a 64 acre home that had started out as a simple fishing lodge. The azaleas (for which Mobile is renowned, anyway) were spectacular, and the rest of the gardens were also very nice. The fauna, from the little newt (that, because of his color, I thought was bronze but Linda pointed out that he was real) to the egret fishing in the estuary the fauna was also fascinating.

When we left there, Linda wanted to find an ante-bellum house to tour. We had a name of the Oakliegh Mansion from the AAA guide, but we had no idea how to find it (and we are kind of avoiding having good maps in that that takes the sport out of everything). Somehow we did find it, and there was a very interesting tour provided. Although the original owner, Mr. Roper, I believe was his name, went bankrupt in the panic and depression of 1837 the house was still a Creole style house, in which the main floor was built up off the ground. Originally, the bottom floor would have been open, but succeeding owners filled in with additional rooms. In any event, it was very interesting, and filled with period antiques.

Biloxi, MS

The next stop on our journey was on Friday, March 10 at Biloxi, Mississippi. At Biloxi, for the first time, we were greeted by the southern humidity. Up ‘til now, most nights have cooled off pretty good, and the days, although more humid than the Northwest summers, haven’t been too muggy. On Thursday, the humidity was such that it didn’t cool down much over night, and during the day on Friday it was pretty close to 100%. For sleeping arrangements in the car, we have just put a sheet down on the folded out bed, then used an opened sleeping bag for a comforter. Since this has worked pretty well when the temperature has been in the low 40’s, it was not quite so good when the temperature only dropped to the mid 60’s. Our first stop on Friday morning was to pick up a light blanket that we could use for nights like this.

The primary reason for stopping in Biloxi was to do a volkswalk. Since there are only three Year Round Events in Mississippi, and they are all on the Gulf coast, we wanted to get one of them in so we could claim Mississippi in our list of states. The walk itself was very nice. About half of it was right along the coastline, across the street from the beach. We could still see some effects of Hurricane Camille from August 1969, but most of the very elegant (and often ante-bellum) homes appeared undamaged. (Linda’s favorite is the Father Ryan House, with a palm tree growing right in the middle of the front stairs.) The humidity was very noticeable, but we were certainly glad the temperature was in the 70’s rather than the 90’s. That made the walk possible.

Mostly what we gleaned was that Biloxi is a pretty town with miles of beautiful beaches. It appears to survive mostly on tourism, but instead of emphasizing the beaches, for the last ten years they have emphasized the casinos. The gambling laws are such that they can have casinos, but not on land – they all have to be on barges. In general, by looking at them, you can’t tell they aren’t on the beach, but they do use up some of the beaches. It seems to me that they would have been better off to build them inland and save the beaches for other uses. (Keep in mind that there are still miles and miles of nice beaches, so it hasn’t been totally destroyed.)

One of the sights that we have seen a great deal of in the south east is the beautiful live oaks - sprawling in their branches and draped with spanish moss. I got a picture of one in in a cemetary in Biloxi that is typical of what we have seen.