To love the Mississippi is to love, is to love the air you breath,love the people
and to love the food it all seemed God given,one main party in town was, the
weekend in town was hamhocks and greens, some always appreciated by ev-
eryone,who live there that was their party, on the weekend.
There was love all over,and it flowed in the air, all the love, all the concern
, the awareness of who was with them,and where they were,The Mississippi
Delta. So to get hamhocks and greens seemed a blessing to them, and they
were happy to be alive.
There is where I learned to love, Rural Mississippi. A land that will take
from you if you let it. It is a land that demands your full attention. As a baby
in the raw , that needs nurturing to a certain degree, seeing is believing, the
abondance of mother nature in that area. Which trained us to love and pro-
tect and take care of each other.
So after a week of cultivating mother nature, we celebrated, with a pot of
hamhocks and greens in town,with all the family around.
We Supped Together....
IN MEMORY OF THE BOWA BOOWONA Bow And Francis Wesley
Written By ; Mr. Rufus Murry Jr. 4/20/2013
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