Day 6 to 50 Celebration

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Our second home which Lady Candice designed

and which I constructed welcomed our second child;

first-born Catherine Elizabeth (Beth) happily greeted

sister Rachel Rebecca (Becky) to our just finished

house set on ten acres overlooking the bottoms all

the distance to the Mississippi River with a vista-

view panorama to rival those of the Ozarks. Awesome!

 

We enjoyed privacy, seclusion, the view, a creek, pond,

woods, a pool, pets,  horses, a new home---Superb Love!-comfort!

 

And? Well! That rapscallion Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Went right out---

and…SOLD it! Yes! Simple-minded me! I “do-ed” it! Umm! Hmm!

 

But--- Salvation!...

 

Maeystown

 

Miss Candy’s paternal family hailed from the tiny burg;

I loved a farm I fell in love with while deer hunting.

 

Farmer Uncle Freddie rented a two hundred acre place which had

the old homestead intact (well, sort of). The very first time I laid

eyes on the enclave, I was hooked. We sold our “estate-on-the-bluff”

and I dragged our brood off to “my hunting lodge”. We drove through a

rock bottom creek to enter the property, moved into the “old” house,

partially log-cabin, which sported “NO” running water. Rugged!

I began excavation and construction on a new home---That day!

For eleven years, we lived on that fabulous estate a mile from my:

 

Maeystown…

…that quaint little village which sits quietly off the trodden trail patiently waiting for a time passed to return. An anachronism, indeed, but, an enduring one, for certain.

It’s rock-bottom spring-fed creek babbles its way on a meandering path through the better part of one hundred and fifty years of history flowing under the arched stone bridge South and westerly beyond the old rock mill, off, toward sunset to rendezvous with “Ole-man River”.

A limestone church, its cemetery dotted with mighty oaks and dappled-green cedars, was  built from quarried rock and creek-stones hauled to the site by horse-drawn wagons, stands sentinel high above the village; its streets are bordered with flat, white limestones; the houses stand quaint reminders of a simpler time. Quietly, the hamlet waits---endearing…and, serene…

…Maeystown!