There is a place located in Jefferson County Mississippi; not far from Natchez, on a deserted landing that once was a significant river port. The Town of Rodney. Referred to as The Ghost Town of Rodney by many though it never really was a ghost town. A few souls have remained over the years in spite of the ravages of illness, war, fire, floods, railroad overlooks and the major loss and disappointments caused by a river that just left. Rodney has ever so slowly winded down from its promising beginning (just a few votes short of becoming the capital of Mississippi), the towns wild glory days of cotton shipments, ballroom dances and duels, to finally an ever shrinking population made up of individuals determined to survive the inevitable. Rodney of today is down to just a few. Last summer Rodney lost another rememberer. Most likely its last. Daisy McGill arrived in Rodney by 1930. A girl with her whole life in front of her to a town with not much life left at all. A town whose prospects had long run dry and a girl that never had any in the first place. You see Daisy was poor. Nothing about that made her extraordinary in Mississippi. It just made it hard. The Rodney Daisy found and later would remember was much changed from the early days and booming years. The great flood of 1927 had brought the river back to Rodney. Not as had been hoped and with waters only bent on making sure the little town understood it days were numbered. The town though still was a community. People still shopped, went to church, danced. And not surprising people still died. The cemetery above the town with its dripping Spanish Moss and carefully fenced family plots were a testament that there is an ending even though folks say if I die, like its just a possibility. Photos: Angel Brumfield
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 18:03:48 +0000
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