A Forgotten Poet: Alice Lorraine Young
My Life is like the sea,Sometimes it is rough –And sometimes calm,Like the sand, I am lost in the tide. From “The Sea and Me” by Alice Young I met…
Where Bones and Blues Collide
Celebrating the Rhythm Bones Society 25th Anniversary at Bones Fest XXVIII Traveling south past Clarksdale on Mississippi Highway 49, the historic Hopson Plantation came into view, rising from the Delta’s…
Biography of an Honorable Man: Edward Aylette Buckner, Sr.
I guess a man's job is to make the world a better place to live in, so far as he is able – always remembering the results will be infinitesimal…
Chicago Thugs and a Small-town Bank
During the Great Depression, three Chicago thugs, armed with guns and knives, met their match in a small Louisiana town. Friday, November 11, 1932Tallulah, Louisiana The morning sun peeked through…
Trio in Tallulah Bank Robbery are being held in Madison Parish Jail (November 12, 1932)
The following transcription originally appeared in a newspaper in Louisiana on November 12, 1932. A trio who gave their names as Jack Doud, 32; Benny Caphone, 34; and John Kolich,…
Paintings by Georgie Robertson Nadler, b.1890 – d.1984
My grandmother's paintings adorn the walls of family members and friends across the South. Georgie's watercolors, pastels, and oils were painted during the years from 1912-1971. She lived in the…
Illustrations by Georgie Robertson Nadler 1908 – 1911
When she was only 18 years old, my grandmother, Georgie Robertson Nadler, began illustrating for Louisiana State University's Gumbo yearbook, which she continued for three years. She probably had artistic…
Bon Voyage, Mrs. Andrews
She didn't know they were watching. From the ocean liner’s bridge, Captain Jamison watched the woman on the dock bench raise the edge of her knee-length skirt. She tucked a…
Who Will Be Left to Remember?
Posted on Instagram in January 2020. In January of 2020, I posted this picture on social media. The Woman in a Feather Hat, as I call it, was sketched by…
The Tragic End to Mamie’s on Franklin Street
Everyone knew what went on in the house on Franklin Street. Well, most adults, anyway. It was no secret, but people did not dare talk about it, at least not…