[Part 2 of 3 in a series. Part 1 here and part 3 here. --Amy]
Day 2 in the 2010 Family Heritage Tour of my mom's "ancestral homeland" started early. We had a lot to do.
First, we headed out to the area where my great-great grandfather was killed in 1889. According to the newspaper articles, he stole his neighbor's wife, and flaunted the fact around town. Then he stole the neighbor's horse and that sent the guy over the edge. Anyway, here's the scene of the crime:
Last time I visited, this field was rice. I'm think these might be soybeans:
Near the scene of the crime, there was a cemetery. We stopped to see if my great-great grandfather was buried there. I've never found a grave for him and I didn't here, either:
I thought it was an interesting stop. My mom, not so much. She stayed in the car. There she is in the front seat:
For lunch, we met my mom's second cousin at Chef Roy's. We had never met before today, and this meeting was the product of a letter I sent out of the blue in March. We had a wonderful meal. She shared pictures and I feel like I hit the jackpot. I have a photo of my third-great grandmother and a possible contact with a cousin in Belgium. We'll see what happens. After lunch, we visited some more and saw some family homes.
I think my parents had a good time and my son wasn't entirely bored so it's a good day in my terms.
For dinner, we went here:
The food was fine, but really I wanted to go there for the Cajun tunes:
As you can see, I'm serious about my food, I'm serious about my live music, and I'm serious about my Family Heritage Tours.
Next up... we'll spend some time in Iota, Louisiana before taking the slow road home.
Click here for part 3.