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The slow moving low pressure system that has caused record setting rainfall and flooding in Louisiana finally got here last night. I have been wanting it to move faster so it will clear of this area by noon tomorrow so I can move to another campground. It looks like it will be nip and tuck as to whether I will be moving in the dry or not. The move is just down the road to a campground real close to the beach, but I would prefer doing it in the dry if possible.
|A beach shot from a couple days ago|
|Another shot from a couple days ago where I got lucky with the bird.|
|This picture is from yesterday and you can see how angry the Gulf is getting as the storms get closer. I will try to get another picture after the storms arrive.|
I drove to a town that doesn't exist anymore in an attempt to find the grave of my aunt. Her name was Helen and she passed away in 1920 at the age of 4. I know very, very little about her. In fact, I didn't know she had existed until about 15 years ago during a visit with my father, his sister and his sister-in-law. All have since passed away except for the sister-in-law. My father and aunt were talking about their recent trip into Mississippi to find the grave of their sister. I thought that was odd, because I didn't recall any aunts buried in Mississippi. They then told me about my Aunt Helen who died 4 years before my father was born. I asked how she died, but surprisingly, they knew very little other than she had died of some sickness. They had found the cemetery, or at least the one they thought contained her grave. The headstone, if there ever was one, had long since disappeared which would not be unusual since the family had moved away shortly after her death. My father and aunt had different recollections as to the location of her grave within the cemetery. They planned to put up a headstone if they could verify where she rested. The last time they would have been there would have been when they both were early teenagers before the family moved to Texas during the depression years of the late 1930's. I knew the name of the cemetery from some papers I had and went to see if I could find it.
|Ora Cemetery where I think my Aunt Helen is buried|
Ya'll take care of each other. I'll Cya down the road.