There is no great pretension to literature or revealed history in what follows. Nonetheless, I am moved by aging to record a few words and pictures that represent for me some of the best moments of a fast moving continuum.

Martini at the Bayou

Martini at the Bayou

Perhaps they can be of benefit to a few. At least, my grandchildren may have a better idea of who their grandfather was.

I mean to inject no urgency as might accompany an expected demise, but my 78th year does present me with more of those “tip-of-the-tongue” experiences than I would prefer. And so, maybe it is time to recall what Kofi Annan once said about the elderly in his country, Ghana: “When an old person dies, a library is lost.”

In my case, “library” would certainly be an overstatement. Yet, I recognize that all persons who live lives of reflective consciousness amass experiences that may be of value to others.

What comes in the next few pages in some ways constitutes a hodgepodge. To me, however, they are compartmentalized into memories of what I have loved so well, and of what I would hope others would love too.

More will be added as time permits.

Many of the articles that follow are devoted to bits of history of Hancock County, Mississippi, beloved by me since I was born. Their significance, I would hope, lies in their giving understanding of what it was like for others to have been human.

Others submissions represent more personal experiences of myself and family, much of which will die with me without this recording.

Finally, there will be a collection of photographs of paintings I did years ago and which I call “Other People.” Again, like lessons of history, hopefully they may help to define humanity in ways not thought about during the usual hours of daily living.

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