For reasons we can discuss some other day, we are not making our usual trek to My Mother’s House for Christmas. We are having Christmas here on The Farm. Mr. Big Food decided he’ll cook a Christmas goose. Therefore, we need a goose. And what better place to go hunting for a Christmas Goose than Oxford, Mississippi?
I won’t keep you in suspenders. We did not find a goose– Christmas or otherwise– in Oxford. But on the way to Oxford, we did find Water Valley, a previously “derelict Mississippi town.”
|This is from the famous B.T.C. (Be The Change) Grocery*|
|It ain’t a K-Roger,|
|but the trees were reasonably priced, given the market.|
I have other photos of Water Valley’s shops and galleries, but as Miss M and Daughter C did not go goose hunting with us, I will not post them at this time. No one likes a spoiler.
|This I will share. The fallen soldiers of Water Valley.|
*Please note that this is NOT an authentic Mississippi sign. It was not written by a redneckbackwoodsignerntboniefied Mississippian. There are no apostrophes, no quotes, and too few capital letters. Should be:
… Farmers… ice cream maker’s…Bread Bakers…grit grinds’… … bee’s keepers’… and “Christsmas’ Tree Planters'”.