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In Episode 24 of The Halloween Podcast, host Lyle Perez takes listeners on a haunting journey through the eerie history of Mississippi. Known for its antebellum mansions, Civil War battlefields, and eerie bayous, the Magnolia State has long been home to ghostly encounters and tragic tales. From the notorious McRaven House to the Witch of Yazoo, this episode delves deep into the spirits that still linger in Mississippi's most haunted spots. Featured Haunted Locations: McRaven House  Address: 1445 Harrison St, Vicksburg, MS 39180 Known as the most haunted house in Mississippi, McRaven House has been the site of countless ghost sightings, including the spirit of Mary Elizabeth Howard, who died at a young age. Paranormal investigators have captured EVPs, and many visitors report experiencing cold drafts and mysterious figures. The house offers both historical and ghost tours for the brave. King's Tavern   Address: Closed Once a staple of haunted Natchez, King's Tavern was known for the ghost of Madeline, the mistress of Richard King. Though the tavern is now closed, the stories of Madeline's murder and her restless spirit continue to captivate ghost hunters. Windsor Ruins  Address: 15095 Rodney Rd, Port Gibson, MS 39150 The haunting remains of Windsor Ruins stand as a reminder of a once-grand mansion. Visitors have reported seeing shadowy figures among the columns and hearing the sounds of Confederate soldiers marching through the ruins. Windsor Ruins is open to the public and remains a popular destination for history enthusiasts and ghost hunters alike. The Mississippi State Capitol Address: 400 High St, Jackson, MS 39201                                                                              The Mississippi State Capitol, built in 1903, is known for strange occurrences. Visitors report disembodied footsteps, cold spots, and shadowy figures in the halls. Some believe the ghost of a former legislator haunts the building, still lingering to finish his work. Longwood Mansion  Address: 140 Lower Woodville Rd, Natchez, MS 39120 Longwood Mansion, an unfinished architectural marvel, is haunted by the spirit of its owner, Haller Nutt, who died before the mansion was completed. Guests often report hearing footsteps in the unfinished rooms and seeing Nutt's ghost staring out the upper windows. Rowan Oak  Address: 916 Old Taylor Rd, Oxford, MS 38655 The former home of author William Faulkner, Rowan Oak is said to be haunted by Faulkner himself. Visitors have reported seeing his ghost walking the grounds and hearing the sound of typewriter keys late at night. The house is open to the public, offering both literary history and ghostly encounters. Stuckey's Bridge (Closed) Address: Near Meridian, MS Known for the gruesome legend of the innkeeper Stuckey, who robbed and murdered travelers, Stuckey's Bridge is said to be haunted by his restless spirit. Visitors report hearing the creak of a rope and seeing ghostly figures near the bridge, despite it being closed to the public. Mont Helena  Address: 1049 Mont Helena Rd, Rolling Fork, MS 39159 Built on a ceremonial Indian mound, Mont Helena is home to the spirit of Helen Johnstone Harris, who is said to wander the grounds in search of her lost love. Paranormal investigators have captured eerie piano music and sightings of a woman in white. Duff Green Mansion  Address: 1114 First E St, Vicksburg, MS 39183 Once a Civil War hospital, Duff Green Mansion is haunted by the spirits of soldiers who died there. Ghostly apparitions and the sounds of moaning and crying echo through the halls, making it one of Vicksburg's most haunted locations. Merrehope  Address: 905 Martin Luther King Jr. Dr, Meridian, MS 39301 A beautiful antebellum home, Merrehope is haunted by spectral figures in period clothing and the sound of ghostly music. Visitors often report feeling watched and experiencing unexplained cold spots. Like Our Facebook page for more Halloween fun: www.Facebook.com/TheHalloweenPodcast ORDER PODCAST MERCH! Website: www.TheHalloweenPodcast.com Email: TheHalloweenPodcast@gmail.com X: @TheHalloweenPod Support the Show: www.patreon.com/TheHalloweenPod Get bonus Halloween content and more! Just for Patreon supporters! Check out my other show! Find it on iTunes - Amazing Advertising http://amazingadvertising.podomatic.com/ Keywords: Haunted Mississippi, Mississippi Ghost Stories, Haunted Locations, Paranormal Mississippi, Haunted America, McRaven House, King's Tavern, Windsor Ruins, Witch of Yazoo, Longwood Mansion, Rowan Oak, Stuckey's Bridge, Mont Helena, Duff Green Mansion, Merrehope Tags: #HauntedAmerica #GhostStories #MississippiHaunts #ParanormalPodcast #HauntedLocations #StaySpooky

Timothy B. Smith chats about his fifth (and final) volume in his sweeping operational history of the Vicksburg Campaign: Grant's inland campaign from Port Gibson to Raymond to Jackson to Champion Hill to the Big Black River. This episode of the Emerging Civil War Podcast is brought to you by Civil War Trails, the world's largest open-air museum, offering more than 1,500 sites across six states. Request a brochure at ⁠civilwartrails.org⁠ to start planning your trip today.

fWotD Episode 2551: Battle of Grand Gulf Welcome to featured Wiki of the Day where we read the summary of the featured Wikipedia article every day.The featured article for Monday, 29 April 2024 is Battle of Grand Gulf.The Battle of Grand Gulf was fought on April 29, 1863, during the American Civil War. Union Army forces commanded by Major General Ulysses S. Grant had failed several times to bypass or capture the Confederate-held city of Vicksburg, Mississippi, during the Vicksburg campaign. Grant decided to move his army south of Vicksburg, cross the Mississippi River, and then advance on the city. A Confederate division under Brigadier General John S. Bowen prepared defenses—Forts Wade and Cobun—at Grand Gulf, Mississippi, south of Vicksburg. To clear the way for a Union crossing, seven Union Navy ironclad warships from the Mississippi Squadron commanded by Admiral David Dixon Porter bombarded the Confederate defenses at Grand Gulf on April 29. Union fire silenced Fort Wade and killed its commander, but the overall Confederate position held. Grant decided to cross the river elsewhere.The next day, Union forces crossed the river at Bruinsburg, Mississippi. A Union victory in the Battle of Port Gibson on May 1 secured the beachhead and forced the abandonment of the position at Grand Gulf, which became a Union supply point. Grant's command moved inland, and after defeating Confederate forces in the Battle of Champion Hill on May 16, began the Siege of Vicksburg two days later. Vicksburg surrendered on July 4, marking a major Confederate defeat and a turning point in the war. The Grand Gulf battlefield is preserved in Grand Gulf Military State Park, which was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 00:30 UTC on Monday, 29 April 2024.For the full current version of the article, see Battle of Grand Gulf on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Mastodon at @wikioftheday@masto.ai.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm Nicole Standard.

The History Things Podcast has said it before and on this 160th commemoration of The Most Glorious Fourth, we will say it again. There is so much happening in the Summer of 1863!!To help Pat and Matt better understand one of the major events of that summer is historian Andrew Miller who dives deep into the Vicksburg Campaign, the Siege and ultimate fall of the "Gibraltar of the South". Andrew also puts the Glorious Fourth at Vicksburg into context with Gettysburg, Tullahoma and Port Gibson. All major United States victories that occured in the first ten days of July, 1863. So join us as we give theses parallel campaigns the context they deserve this Fourth of July!The History Things Podcast is brought to you by HistoryNet, publisher of 9 different historical magazines including; the Civil War Times, American History, & Military History! Visit HistoryNet.Com to learn more or follow them on social media by searching for @HistoryNet! Thanks for listening, we hope you enjoy the show! 

Mississippi State insider Steve Robertson joins the show on the Farm Bureau guest line talking about the newly committed Bulldog recruits, an inaccurate ranking system for high school players, and baseball coach Chris Lemonis and the transfer portal. Steve talks about a surprising commitment from four star offensive lineman Jimothy Lewis and how people thought Ole Miss was at the top of his list. Steve talks about what the big surge in recruitments did for the morale of Mississippi State fans and how patience needs to be key for fans. Steve and Bo start talking about how recruiting rankings, as well as a number of offers could misdirect coaches and fans. Steve talks about who he thinks is a player outside of the top 10 that is inaccurately ranked and how Damion Miller out of Port Gibson should be watched closely. Steve ends by talking about Mississippi State baseball and what head coach Chris Lemonis is doing in the transfer portal. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mississippi State insider Steve Robertson joins the show on the Farm Bureau guest line talking about a flawed ranking system for high school recruits and the top recruits in the state he believes are underrated. Steve talks about why he would reshuffle the whole top 25 in Mississippi and that some guys in the back end just received a default ranking . Bo and Steve talk about how rankings start to prove themselves right or wrong the longer the recruiting process goes and what events will help tell who has true SEC talent. Steve mentions Damion Miller from Port Gibson as an underrated recruit and he notes that this is possibly due to being from an under-recruited area. Bo equates a couple of successful MSU players to to the way recruits are being targeted. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In Episode 112 we wrap up Chancellorsville and Stonewall Jackson.  Along the Missouri-Arkansas border we fight Chalk Bluff and in Mississippi we fight Port Gibson, Raymond, and Jackson.  https://cwweeklypod.wixsite.com/my-site *Mobile capability through the app Spaces by Wix.  Patreon:                                  https://www.patreon.com/CWweeklypod Venmo:  @Timothy-Patrick-48   --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/civil-war-weekly/support

As we move closer to the start of the Siege Of Vicksburg, we have a couple battles in the Vicksburg campaign and another sandwiched inbetween in Missouri. First up, the battle of Port Gibson on May 1st as Grant tries to capture the fort on his way to Vicksburg. Then, at Chalk Bluff on May 1st, the Union looks to drive Confederate Marmaduke and his troops out of Chalk Bluff. To end the episode, we have the important battle of Raymond, Mississippi on May 12th which was needed to provide a clear path to Vicksburg. A lot going on right now in the year 1863 and so much more to come!Subscribe to our NEW Rumble page to get this show in Video, AD FREE, and EARLY now completely FREE!https://rumble.com/c/c-1333873

Join your hosts C.J. and Evan as they discuss the continuing journey of the 18th Wisconsin Infantry Regiment as they make their way through the Western Theater of the American Civil War. News: Ballot drop-boxes and Kleefisch's voting hypocrisy.

In today's episode, Corinne sits down with Jaron Martin Associate at PBK Architects in Houston, TX. Jaron is originally from Port Gibson, MS. He attended Prairie View A&M University where he received his Master of Architecture degree. He has a passion for sustainable design and has even served in the past as Chair of the AIA Houston Committee on the Environment. Throughout his architecture career, he has helped design and build shopping centers, restaurants, fitness facilities, office buildings, and many other commercial projects. Now, as an employee of PBK Architects, his focus is designing educational facilities that improve how people learn. We hope you enjoy today's episode! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/efta/message

Rocco and Benard had their first female guest and some random dude from Port Gibson,  MS. Once Benard gets started you know he can't stop. #Dirtytruth #PeteDavidson #KimKardashian #KanyeWest 

#OTD Golfer Pete Brown, the first African American to win a PGA Tour event, was born in Port Gibson, Mississippi.

Yolanda Moore, retired WNBA star, motivational speaker, and international author joined us to share her amazing journey from Port Gibson, Mississippi to Ole Miss to the WNBA to coaching to Amazon. She went from having to navigate growing up with a different father than the rest of her siblings to gaining validation through sports to being a pioneer in the WNBA. She courageously talks about her time in therapy and how it helped her be a better version of herself and ultimately a better parent. She now works for Amazon and you don't want to miss that discussion along with our very famous rapid fire, "This or That" segment at the end where she tells us who would be at her dinner table if she could choose any five people, past or present, dead or alive. Check it out where ever you listen to your audio podcasts: (Now on) AUDIBLE: https://lnkd.in/gXAwci_9 Google: https://lnkd.in/gDN-XnKU iHeart: https://lnkd.in/e8SzqHz Apple: https://lnkd.in/gDdqxh8b Spotify: https://lnkd.in/gzR3peVj Check out the Video Podcast at: YOUTUBE: https://lnkd.in/gdUy4iH Instagram: @MikeHootner https://lnkd.in/gGDJi4jw Tik Tok: @Mike Hootner https://lnkd.in/gc_dyuwX Twitter: @Mike Hootner https://lnkd.in/g5wM3fF9 #OleMiss #WNBA #BETONWOMEN #Equality #BlackLivesMatter #BLM #YahooSports #ESPN #ESPNW #NCAA #SEC #Twitter #Instagram #TikTok #NBCSports #ABCSports #CBSSports #YahooSports #TitleIX #Podcast #SportsPodcast @BreakingT @PSKCollective @CityLocs @SportRx @MoolahKicks @Apple @iHeart @Spotify @Audible --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/the-sports-deli/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-sports-deli/support

Harris was a graduate of the United States Military Academy, but instead of a career in the military, he chose to study law. After the breakout of the American Civil War, he joined the Union Army and was assigned to the 1st Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry Regiment. Soon after, he was promoted to Colonel and given command of the 11th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry Regiment. Harris and the regiment later took part in the Battle of Cotton Plant, where he sustained a serve wound and afterwards had to take a medical leave. After his return, Harris was given command of brigade operations in and around St. Louis, Missouri. In 1863, he and the 11th were attached to the XIX Corps under the command of future Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives Nathaniel P. Banks. Harris then took part in the Battle of Port Gibson and the Red River Campaign. The 11th was re-assigned to the XVI Corps in 1864. Harris was mustered out of the volunteers on September 4, 1865. On January 13, 1866, President Andrew Johnson nominated Harris for appointment to the grade of brevet brigadier general of volunteers to rank from March 13, 1865, and the United States Senate confirmed the appointment on March 12, 1866. Join local conversations with the "beacons' of Bridgeton, New Jersey at https://bridgetonbeacon.com YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8VBp2FMg5KKl5irPJc02YzacOkzURgnK Podcast clips on Instagram: https://tinyurl.com/NichePodcastClipstagram Podcast clips on YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8VBp2FMg5KKBobI3Thlvw2XVWUHciiOM Produced by the Niche Podcast Network: https://nichepodcastnetwork.com FB: https://www.facebook.com/bridgetonbeacon Music credits: License as defined in the Pixabay Terms of Service available at https://http://pixabay.com/service/terms/ Licensor's Username: http://pixabay.com/users/madirfan-50411/ Licensee: u_wke7a9bfe7 Audio File Title: Hidden Place (Extended Version)

In this episode we catch up with Jervaughn Hunter, PhD candidate and founding member of Hometown Heroes in Port Gibson,MS --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gritsandgrace/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gritsandgrace/support

As a lifelong resident of Port Gibson, James Allen witnessed many important moments in his hometown's history. In this episode, he shares some of those memories. Allen attended the Chamberlain-Hunt Military Academy in Port Gibson in the early 1920s. He recalls the night McComb Hall burned and three student's harrowing escape from the third floor. Allen's father owned one of the first car dealerships in Port Gibson. He recounts his father's favorite story of selling a retired rancher his first automobile and how the man tried to coax the car up a hill. People have been decorating the cars of newlyweds since the earliest days of the automobile. Allen describes the lengths to which they would go to harass their just-married friends. F. S. Wolcott's travelling minstrel show used Port Gibson as its home base during the off season. Allen remembers how Wolcott would wait to pay his credit accounts until the merchant asked for the money. PHOTO: Chamberlain-Hunt Academy postcard

My guest today is Erica Freneey, Erica was born in Chicago, IL, and at an early age her family relocated to Port Gibson, MS. Port Gibson is where she grew “roots”, established friendships attended school and gained an enormous passion for athletics. Erica earned an MBA, Bachelor of Business Administration, and an Associate Degree in Accounting. She currently resides in Schererville, IN which ironically is close to Chicago; it is almost like her story went full circle. Although Erica enjoyed her time in Alabama, she felt the relocation was necessary to advance her career. Traveling and exploring new environments is a hobby of hers, so the transition was seamless. There are vast differences between the north and the south with the weather being a major contrast. However, the weather did not stop Erica's love for hiking, and it allowed her to grow a passion for other indoor sports such as rock climbing, weightlifting, and competitive bodybuilding. Erica's goals and aspirations promote physical, emotional, and mental health and wellness; these include opening a training studio to promote weight loss, nutrition education, and physical activity. During her time as a volunteer at the Boys-N-Girls club she gained a sincere passion to someday start a mentoring program for girls focused on self-esteem, physical and emotional health, and wellness. Driven, empathetic, passionate, and focused on achieving goals for the past 6 ½ years Erica has been a dedicated Personal Trainer and Nutrition Consultant; coupled with being a Life Coach for the past 4 years. Aside from mental and physical fitness with diverse professional background in Sales, Recruiting, and Retail Management. Erica's Profile linkedin.com/in/ericafreneey Email erica.freneey78@yahoo.com If you enjoy the podcast, please subscribe and leave a short review on Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen? It takes less than 60 seconds and it really helps. If you enjoyed this episode buy me a cup of coffee, make it a large: I'm trying to keep this episode free of advertisements and could use your help with the cost of bringing your this fun and entertaining podcast. Anything you can donate to the cause is greatly appreciated. To donate go to: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/sifuRafael Subscribe: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/coaching-call/id1546026323 Please leave a star rating and a review here Follow Coaching Call: Facebook: facebook.com/coachingcall Instagram: instagram.com/coachingcall Email: maxfitness@optonline.net LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/maxfitness Sifu Rafael is available for one on one coaching, seminars, and public speaking. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/coachingcall/message

BECOME A PRODUCER! http://www.patreon.com/themidnighttrainpodcast   Find The Midnight Train Podcast: www.themidnighttrainpodcast.com www.facebook.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.twitter.com/themidnighttrainpc www.instagram.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.discord.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.tiktok.com/themidnighttrainp   And wherever you listen to your favorite podcasts.   Subscribe to our official YouTube channel: OUR YOUTUBE   A story from a Union Screaming House Survivor  By Steven LaChance, 2004 “Do you believe in ghosts? I used to be like many of you. I was a true skeptic. A true disbeliever. That was me until three years ago. Now I do believe. I wish I didn't. It would be easier for me to sleep at night. Even now, three years later, I am still woken up in the night by the memory of the screaming man, the child in pain, and the dark ghostly image that turned my world upside down and changed my beliefs forever. I do believe in ghosts.   It was in May 2001. I needed desperately to find a place for myself and three children to live in Union, Missouri. Our lease was up at the apartment where we had lived for two years. I was a single father, and I was about to find myself and my children homeless. Like many, I had answered just about every ad in the newspaper for rentals. One evening I received a call from this woman telling me about this house. She said it was a rather large old house that was in very good shape. She invited me to an open house which was to be held that coming Sunday. Sunday rolled around. You can't imagine the surprise when my daughter and I rolled up in front of this large old white house. We walked in. The smell of cookies baking hit us immediately upon entering through the front door. To our surprise, we were standing in a living room with cherubs surrounding the top of the walls all the way around the room. All of the original woodwork was intact and a large wooden pole ran to the ceiling creating a divider which separated the living room from the family room. The house had two floors with three bedrooms, and a large family kitchen with a mudroom that led to the back door. The upstairs bedrooms had a breezeway that could be accessed from all rooms.   The basement had an old butcher's shower and a fruit cellar. It was more house than we ever imagined for the price and immediately made up our minds that we had to have it. Anyone who has lived in an apartment for two years with three children would understand our desperation. We had to have this house.   We spoke with the landlady and she gave me an application to fill out. There were many people there looking at the house so we knew we would have to compete to be its tenants. I handed my application to the landlady. “You understand the responsibility that comes with living in an old house such as this?” she asked. “Oh, yes I understand. It's beautiful.”, I quickly replied, not really understanding to what I was agreeing to. “Well then I will get back to you,” she quickly retorted and was off to peddle her wares to another of the visiting house hunters. She was a strange old lady and the way she showed the house wasn't in a real estate type manner. She showed the house as if she were showing a museum. We felt like we were on one of the house tours often given each year for charity.   A week went by before the phone rang one evening. It was the strange landlady overly excited to tell me that she had selected me, my daughter and two sons to live in the old house. I was to meet her that following day at a restaurant to settle all of the paperwork and payment. I thought this was a little strange and I was a little disappointed because I couldn't wait to see the house that would now become our home.  The papers were signed on the following day. That weekend was Memorial weekend and we were all set to move in.   It seemed like years before Friday came that week, but we were finally there. Moving day. The move was a normal one and before we knew it all of our belongings were hidden safely inside the old white house. I was removing the last few items from the moving truck when a car slowed down, almost stopping in front of our new home. From the window of the slow-moving car, the passenger said, “Hope you get along okay here,” and then sped up and drove away. “What do you think of that dad,” my puzzled daughter asked. “Friendly neighbors I suppose,” I replied as I shut the sliding door to the truck.   The first night in the house went by without fanfare. Maybe because we were so tired from the move or perhaps because the house wanted to draw us in a little closer before beginning its series of attacks and assaults upon me and my family. The next morning started like most any other day. Except I did notice one strange thing about the house. Each of the houses' interior doors had an old-fashioned hook and eye latch, but not on the inside of each rooms doors to keep someone out. The latches were on the outside of the rooms doors, as if to keep something in. “What is it dad?” my youngest son asked from behind. “Oh nothing,” I replied and went about the business of unpacking our things.   The first incident happened in the living room when I was hanging a large picture of two angels. My daughter thought that this would complement the cherubs that surrounded the room. I hung the picture and turned to walk away. Crash! I turned to see that the picture had fallen to the floor. Re-hanging the picture once again, I turned away. Crash! The picture was once again on the floor. Hanging it for a third time, when I started walking away I felt a rush of air and something hit the back of my ankles. “What the hell…?” I turned to see the picture lying at my feet. More determined than ever, I hung the picture again and stated loudly, “Stay there dammit.” I had to laugh because I was alone. Who did I think I was talking to? The kids were playing on the front porch.   “Dad come and see this,” my daughter's voice rang through the front door. I stepped out onto the porch. “Sit down and watch this,” she said excitedly. “Watch what?” I replied. No sooner were the words out of my mouth when my daughter pointed to an old man walking down the sidewalk toward our house. However, when he reached our property line he quickly crossed the street and continued his walk on the opposite sidewalk. “They don't like walking in front of our house dad. Isn't that weird?” my daughter, breathless with excitement stated. And right she was. I sat on that porch for a good three hours watching our neighbors cross the street away from our house any time they walked along our street. A couple of times I motioned as if to say hello, but they just dropped their heads and continued on their way at a brisker pace.  “Maybe they are uncomfortable with new neighbors?” I rationalized trying to make sense out of the senseless situation. We went inside for dinner and the rest of the night went normally without incident.   Sunday. The kids came home from church excited because we had set aside the whole day to work on our yard. This was a big deal for us because the only outside area our apartment provided was a front balcony. We mowed the grass and cleaned out the leaves from under the porch and in the front yard. Strangely enough, the trees seemed to be shedding their leaves as if it were Fall. Strange tree behavior, I thought, and made a mental note to mention it to the landlady when I talked with her next. I asked my youngest son to go inside and bring out the garden hose from the basement so we could clean off the walkways and wash down the weathered white of the house.   A few moments passed when I heard him screaming from inside the house. Running frantically into the house, I found him standing in the kitchen shaking, in the middle of a  puddle of urine. “What's wrong? What happened?” Looking at me with the scared eyes of a child, he said, “Something chased me up the basement steps.” “What chased you?” I asked, already thinking the overactive imagination of a little boy was at play here. “I don't know daddy, but it was big.” Me and my other two children checked the basement but found nothing except for the garden hose that had been dropped during his frightened escape. “Let's get you cleaned up,” I said. Naturally, there was teasing from my other two children about the proverbial basement monster. “Better watch out when you go into the basement because…” The glare of my eye finished my middle boy's sentence. The rest of Sunday and Monday went without any other incidents and we were so happy those first few days in the house. My daughter was making plans about gardens, decorating, and my boys thought it would be easy to walk to their baseball games because the park was very close. It was a normal, happy time which, unfortunately, did not last for long.   Monday came. The last week of school for my kids and a long week of work for me. Each day we would leave the house and return each evening to find every light in the house turned on. I blamed the children for leaving the lights on in the morning. However, on Friday, my daughter and I sent the boys to the car while we toured the house making sure that every light was off. That night we returned home to again find every light burning. When I walked into the house I was a little shaken – there being no logical reason for all of the lights being on other than there was someone in our house. Searching the house in a panic, I found nothing. “Daddy, it's cold in here,” my daughter stated from the living room. What was she talking about? Sweat was pouring down my back and across my brow. However, when I stepped into the living room, the temperature dropped a good thirty degrees. That was the first time I felt its presence. I can't describe it any better than it felt like an electrical current running through my body, bringing tears to my eyes and bumps to my arms. It passed quickly. I remember thinking, “What the hell was that?”  Soon, my daughter stated, “Daddy it's getting warm in here,” and sure enough the temperature was rising as I watched the thermostat climb. That night my children slept with me – what little sleep I got.   Sunday night.  We were sitting in the living room talking. I was getting ready to take a trip the following morning to Indianapolis for work and we were discussing their plans for a stay at Grandma's. The kids had their backs to the living room, for which I am still thankful because the memory of what happened next still haunts my dreams to this day. I noticed it first out of the corner of my eye. A quick glance. Something moving, standing at the kitchen doorway that led into the family room. Not something – someone. I looked toward it again. It was a dark figure of a man, even though there was full light. He was solid in form except there was a moving, churning, dark gray, black smoke or mist that made up his form.   I looked down because I was sure I wasn't seeing this and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. One or two good rationalizations and we could go on with our lives without incident. A few moments passed and I was sure that when I looked up again that it would be gone. But, he was still there and he began to move.   Moving into the family room and pausing in the center of the room, his form was still a mass of churning, turning blackness. He stood there for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality, it was only a few moments and then he melted into the air. Gone. I remember the thoughts that were racing through my head. ” I have two choices. We could run out of the house screaming into the night like those crazies you always see in the movies. You know the ones that are always based on fact. Or, the other choice, we could get up quietly, leave the house and figure all of this out.” My hands were shaking uncontrollably. “That's what we'll do. We will go quietly, orderly as if nothing was wrong”   Standing up on shaky legs, I said in my calmest daddy voice,  “Let's go get a soda and see grandma.” My youngest was instantly excited at the prospect of a soda before bed and the older two looked at me as if I lost my mind. “Come on guys, it will be fun.” Thank God, my car keys were on the coffee table in front of us. We moved orderly out the front door and I turned to lock the door,  when a loud painful scream of a man came from inside the house. It sounded as if he was screaming in pain, so loud that it could be heard throughout the neighborhood and the dogs began to bark. To hell with orderly, “Get in the car!” I screamed at my children.   At a dead run, we headed to the car and to drive to my Mom's house, which is still a blur to this day. I was in a panic and I knew that we had to get away from the old white house. But before we were away from the neighborhood, my youngest son, in a very scared voice, said, “Daddy the basement monster is standing in the upstairs window.” I looked back and sure enough, the black form was standing in the window watching us leave.   That night we stayed at my parents' house. Early the next day, I gathered my things and left for my business trip. I had a whole week of rationalizations by the time I returned home to pick up my children. Where else were we to go? I had put everything I had saved, and then some, into the move. We had no other choice but to go back to the big old white house. Besides, after a week of talking myself out of the events of that night I was ready to return, so on Friday night we returned to the house. The weekend went by without incident, though we got very little sleep.   I was taking another extended weekend to make up to my kids for my week away. On Saturday we explored the big shed at the back of the yard and in it, we found a number of personal belongings that appeared to belong to different people. My parents convinced me that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to call the strange old landlady and ask her some straight forward questions about the house.   It was to be one of the most awkward and strangest phone calls of my life. Once I was able to reach her, I carefully chose my words and asked in a normal voice if any of the previous tenants had ever mentioned a ghost. Well of course, she said at first that she could not remember. However, she went on to say that one female tenant had claimed that her dead father came to visit her, but the old woman always thought she was crazy. The landlady said that some of the stuff in the shed had been left behind by the girl, but she couldn't get her to come pick it up.   The other stuff in the shed evidently belonged to a man who had lived there but left in the middle of the night, leaving behind his things. But, no she had never heard of anyone talking about the house being haunted. I asked her how long ago did these people live there? And she said, “Not much more than a year honey, why do you ask?” The phone call wasn't of much help. And it didn't calm my fears much, but what else could I do?   The rest of the long weekend came and went. I actually had convinced myself that it was just a one-time ordeal because nothing more was happening. That was until Monday night. I was on the phone with my mom. The kids were off playing in my bedroom which was located on the first floor. While on the phone, I began to hear the inside doors rattling. Listening closely, they rattled again and I yelled at the kids to quit playing games. I told my Mom that everything was okay, just the kids playing tricks. They rattled again, this time harder. So, I scolded the children this time louder to behave and stop playing tricks. At this time they rattled louder, but before I could scold them, my daughter's scared voice cut me off., “Daddy, I'm in here reading and my brothers are asleep.”   Now I will try to recreate what happens next to the best of memory. Some of it I remember clearly. Other parts are a blur to this day. Just as soon as I heard my daughter the temperature in the house instantly dropped a good thirty degrees. With it came the feeling of the electrical charge running through my body. Along with its energy a horrible stench that I cannot describe permeated the room. And then, the screaming started – softly at first, but building in momentum. I yelled through the phone to my mother to come help – we were getting out. Then the whole house began to shake and come alive. From above, I could hear something large coming down the stairs. Boom. Boom! BOOM! The screaming of the man over and over. The screaming of my daughter, “Daddy what is happening!” Along with this came the thought that one of my two bedroom doors connected to the stairs. BOOM! BOOM! It was coming down those stairs! I had to get to my children! The whole house was alive with noise. The floor beneath me was shaking as I made my way to the bedroom door.  I felt something behind me and I knew I didn't want to turnaround to see it! BOOM! SCREAMING!  A new scream mixed into the man's scream – this one from a child. BOOM! SCREAMS! BOOM! I made it to my bedroom door but it wouldn't open. By this time I, too, am screaming. Throwing myself against the door it still wouldn't budge. I continued to throw myself against the door again and again until it finally slammed open.   My daughter was in shock by this point. I instructed my middle son to grab his brother and run out the front door and head for the car. BOOM! BOOM! SCREAMS! My daughter won't move and I finally had to slap her to bring her to life. Finally responding, I grab her and head for the door as I hear the other bedroom door slam open behind us. It was on our trail and I knew I couldn't let it reach us. The whole house was still shaking and alive with noise and something big on our heels. When we reached the front door and out onto the porch, I slammed the front door behind us. As we got into the car we could still hear the noise coming from the house. I drove away and parked at the top of the street where I could still see the house and wait for my parents to arrive. We could see “it” searching through the house. Searching! Searching for us! It's blackness moving from room to room methodically.   That was our last night in the house. My children never returned. When I returned to get a few of our things on several occasions I never went alone. Everyone I brought into that house with me would also witness something happen. A scream. Whispers. Pounding from the floor above. It was not selective anymore at who it let hear its fury. I remember what the old lady said to me as I turned over the key.  Standing there, the whole side of my arm and torso still bruised from throwing myself against that bedroom door, she said, “Some people are meant to live in an old house like that. And some people aren't. I never thought you were the old house type.” And I guess she was right. About a month after moving out of the old house a friend sent me a website address that she wanted me desperately to see. “Put John T. Crowe, Union, Missouri into your search engine,” she said. When I did, the face of a man came onto my screen. The same face that showed up in a picture my brother took in the fruit cellar one afternoon while I was packing for the move. The man was famous. The land itself is famous, with a history dating back to the civil war.   About a year ago, someone I know saw a police car race up to that house one night and witnessed a family running out of its front door in their nightclothes.   As for the house today – the old lady turned it into a dog kennel this past fall. I guess she ran out of people that could live in an old white house like that one.   You see I do believe in ghosts. I still drive past that house every once in a while and when I get enough nerve I look up at the upstairs window and it's there. Watching. Waiting. Angry. Sometimes its screams still wake me from my sleep, its infectious scream creeping into my dreams, turning them into nightmares. I still don't sleep very well. In my dreams I see a faceless man standing in that basement washing away blood from his naked blood-covered body. Grunting. Panting. Breathing.   The breathing you'd hear when you were alone with it in a room. The breathing you would hear when you knew it was there. Heavy. Labored. Breathing. Yes, I do believe in ghosts. I do believe in ghosts. And maybe you should too?   Submitted by Steven LaChance. Updated: March, 2017 who wrote a book about his experiences called The Uninvited.    Ok, so who was this captain John T. Crowe? Well, we found his actual obituary from 1923.   Obituary for John Thomas Crowe from the Republican Tribune, Union, Missouri April 20, 1923 Captain John T. Crowe died at his house nine miles west of Union Monday night, April 16, 1923, aged 81 years, three months and nineteen days having been born in the home in which he passed away, December 28, 1841. Captain Crowe belonged to one of the most highly respected families of the county and one that perhaps has been as long connected with the progressive spirit of the county as any of the many prominent families that have left their imprint upon our county's progress. Captain or Judge Crowe, as he was sometimes called, belonged to one of the oldest families in the state as well as in the county. His great-grandfather, Godfrey Crowe, was born and raised in Germany and came to Missouri in 1796 and settled in St. Charles county. Michael Crowe, the grandfather of Captain Crowe was born and reared in St. Charles county. He married a Miss Green, the daughter of Col. Jas. Green, who was born in Virginia and came to Kentucky, where he took part in the Indian troubles and was a close companion of Daniel Boone. When the latter came to Missouri, Colonel Greene came with him and settled in St. Charles county, towards the close of the 18th century. Michael Crowe and his wife came to Franklin county in 1808 and settled near Labaddie. March 1, 1818, he was killed while loading a log on a wagon. The father of Captain John T. Crowe, Martin Luther Greene Crowe, was born August 18, 1818. A few months after the death of his father, he was married to Jane Catherine Jump, daughter of Samuel Jump, July 25, 1838. The father died November 14, 1890 and the mother, February 7, 1891. Martin L. G. Crowe was elected county assessor in 1854. At the expiration of his term as assessor he was elected county judge and in 1859 he became county clerk and served faithfully in that capacity until January 1, 1871. To Mr. And Mrs. M. L. G. Crowe, six children were born: two died in infancy, one son, Samuel, died in 1886 at the age of almost 30 years, Mrs. William Leiser, the only daughter, died in Montana a few years ago and one son. George Crowe is at present living in Nogales, Arizona. When the father took charge of the county clerk's office in 1859, his son, John T., although only 18 years old, immediately became his father's assistant and main reliance and remained to the office until President Lincoln's first call for 75,000 men to serve three months. John Crowe was one of the first to respond to his country's call. At the end of three month's service, he returned to Union and enlisted in Co. E, 26th regiment of Missouri volunteers infantry. This company was organized in the southern part of the county in December 1861. It was recruited by Robert C. Crowell, who desired and expected to be captain. At the election of officers, however, John T. Crowe, who was just twenty years old, was almost unanimously elected captain. But owing partly to his youth, but more largely to the loyalty to his older friend, positively declined any office in his company whatever. He accepted, however, the position as adjutant for the regiment. He took this because he realized what all others knew, that owing to his office experience and education he was better fitted for the place than anyone in the regiment. He was appointed 2nd lieutenant of the company June 26, 1862 and six months later was transferred to company I and promoted to first lieutenant, August 22, 1862. He became captain of the company June 23, 1863 and remained at the head of his company until the expiration of his enlistment, which was December 25, 1864. He lacked three days of being 24 years of age and was one of the youngest captains in the service. Soon after its organization the regiment joined the expedition under General Pope against New Madrid and as an officer Captain Crowe took part in the following military activities: Battles of Tipton, Farmington, Corinth, Iuka, Port Gibson, Missionary Ridge and in Sherman's famous march to the sea and through the Carolinas. The late Judge Ryers, who made a study of the army reports told that the official records of Captain Crowe were among the very best of any in the state. When he reached Union after the expiration of his enlistment he was commissioned adjutant to the second military district of Missouri. When the war was over he came back to Union and resumed his duties in the office of the county clerk and continued to relieve his aged father of as much of the work as he could. He retired from his duties as deputy when his father's term expired, December 31, 1870. In 1868 he was admitted to the bar of Franklin county but did not enter the regular practice of law. In 1872 he was elected sheriff over John R. Roberson. He was reelected in 1874 and in 1876 he was elected probate judge over H. R. Sweet and served until January 1, 1881 when he was appointed deputy internal revenue collector at a much larger remuneration than he had received as probate judge. He served as deputy revenue collector until the election of Cleveland when he retired to the old homestead and where he has made his home practically ever since. He was elected as representative in the legislature in 1890 and served the county faithfully in the 36th general assembly. He was by nature a great lover of agricultural pursuits and sold all his real estate in Union and lived the remainder of his life on his farm which was well fitted with modern conveniences. On January 16, 1860, John T. Crowe married Minerva M. Breckenridge, a daughter of Asa Breckenridge, a most highly respected citizen and relative of the famous Breckenridge family of Kentucky. To this union four children were born, Asa B., a prominent merchant of Sullivan; Martin Luther, who was killed in a railroad accident October 17, 1890; Maude, the wife of R. L. Allen, a banker of Farmington; and Nellie, the wife of Lilburn W. Brown, with whom the father made his home on the old homestead. Mrs. Crowe died in July, 1874. On March 9, 1877, Mr. Crowe was again married, this time to Miss Sarah E. Hendricks, a member of an old and honored family. To this union three children were born; Addie, the wife of Fred Lyford, a civil engineer living in Iowa; and John and Howard Crowe, prominent business men of Southwest Missouri. The second wife died September 18, 1895. In addition to the six children above enumerated captain Crowe is survived by one brother, George Crowe, of Nogales, Arizona, who arrived at the bedside just four hours before his brother died. He also leaves sixteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Captain Crowe had been a prominent Mason since early manhood. He was a member of some three or four old soldiers' organizations and always attended their meetings as long as he was able to do so with comfort. Captain John T. Crowe was a patriot in the fullest sense of the word and proved it by his facing the enemies of this country in the most trying circumstances. He was always courteous and amiable in society and was always a gentleman. But above and beyond all he left a family that are each and all an honor to themselves, their country and the communities in which they live. No man could leave a greater or nobler heritage to posterity.   Paranormal groups and the Catholic Church were called in to investigate the home. Historically, the home was supposedly built on the remains of a slave quarters cabin from the pre-Civil War era. Within five hundred feet of the home was an older cemetery, while across the street in a separate home, a violent ax murder once took place.   Paranormal groups have documented dozens of EVPs and photographs of the activity in the home. Such documentation has not come without a price, while some investigators have been bitten or scratched. The Catholic Church issued a rare 156-page report on the home claiming it was indeed manifested with a strong demonic presence.   The Screaming House was built in 1932 and was placed upon the actual spot which once held the slave quarters. In all historical documents, you will not find one incident where the Captain admittedly was a slave owner. The slaves were always listed as belonging to his wife Minerva who came to Union, Missouri with her family from Kentucky. There is talk of Minerva having improper relations with at least one of her male slaves which may have led to her death and the deaths of all of the young male slaves on the property. One of the sources of this atrocity was an actual member and heir of the Captain himself. Captain Crowe sold his land in Union, Missouri to A.J. Saey who later became the first Governor of Oklahoma. Captain Crowe moved to Beaufort, Missouri where he spent the rest of his years.  Below you will see the grave sites of the Captain and his beautiful wife.   Standing on the hillside overlooking Union City Park is a huge Nursing Home. In its day this building was used as a Civil War Hospital and was also used after the war as the County Poor House. It is a well known fact among Union residents that if you don't know where one of your ancestors is buried they are most likely buried in one of the mass graves in the city park. One of these mass graves is not far from the Screaming House.   In 1974, a replaying of a modern Lizzy Borden case took place almost directly across from the Screaming House on the next street over. A woman took an ax and killed her husband. Once she had completed her dirty deed, she took a gun and committed suicide. You might be thinking that a woman using a gun to commit suicide is uncommon, but not in Union, Missouri. Several women have ended their lives at the end of a gun. Another house across from the Screaming House a man committed suicide in front of his young nephew with a gun. So all in all there is plenty of  reason for the Screaming House to be haunted. It seems the land on and surrounding the house is just bad. If you speak to some of the residents of the town who will talk about the haunting. They will tell you that you get an awful feeling from the home and some claim to even get physically ill when they are near it. Others will tell you that not only the house is haunted but the entire neighborhood as well.   It seems that Union, Missouri is rife with axe murders.   From Sue Blessing at emissouri.com   “A story from an 1875 issue of The Record first alerted me to this murder, as the woman accused of the crime was then being housed in the jail at Union. I was particularly drawn to the case because the account stated the perpetrator was the widow of Capt. William Eads, whose steamboats had plied the waters of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers in an earlier era.   William Eads Sr., and William Eads Jr. were both riverboat captains. It is possible she could have been married to the younger Eads, who died in 1863 at age 27, but this is mostly speculation.   However, the case was an interesting one so I began searching for more information. I'll start at the beginning, drawing on at least a dozen resources. The murder was said to have taken place on April 1, 1872. At the time, Mrs. Eads was living on a farm in Jefferson County with a hired man by the name of Joe Howard, two children she had adopted, Louis Merrill Taylor, age 6, and his sister, Mary Josephine Taylor, age 13. Also living in the home was Charles Eads, a young man she had raised and apparently given her surname to. Whether she had any children of her own is not known.   According to an 1875 issue of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Mrs. Eads was very abusive to the young children, often cuffing them about. One day, two or three eggs were missing and she accused young Louis of taking them. He denied having done it and told Mrs. Eads the dog was the guilty culprit. Not believing the boy, Mrs. Eads became enraged. She picked up an axe handle and struck the child over the head. He fell to the floor dead. Howard and young Eads came into the house and, after seeing what had happened, volunteered to bury the body.   Mary Josephine had been churning butter in the next room, but had seen the killing. She ran away and hid. She was found and threatened with instant death if she ever told anyone. As was the case with several aspects of this story, there are two versions as to what happened to Mary Josephine. According to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch version, she was sent to live with her Uncle Eldridge who lived 3 miles northwest of Camden Point in Platte County.   The Record told a different story. Not wanting to kill Mary Josephine, Mrs. Eads came up with the idea of sending her off into the wilderness and leaving her to starve to death. Eads and Howard put the child on a bareback mule and took her 40 miles from the scene of the murder and left her in the woods far from civilization. In the meantime, Mrs. Eads left her farm home.   After much suffering, Mary Josephine found her way to a house but, because she feared for her life, did not tell the whole story. She asked for help and said she wanted to go to the home of her Uncle Eldridge, who lived in Platte County.   The plot thickens. Mary Josephine's Uncle Eldridge had no respect for Mrs. Eads because she had been caught in a conspiracy to have her parents done away with so she could get her hands on their fortune. Mary Josephine opened up to her uncle and told him everything. Both Mary Josephine and her uncle kept their own counsel until the day young Mary Josephine spotted Charles Eads in Platte County. She told her story to the authorities and Eads was soon arrested. Her uncle believed Eads had come to Platte County with the intention to do him harm.   While jailed, Eads wrote a letter to Mrs. Rebecca Boltinghouse, 2620 Papin St., St. Louis. The Platte County sheriff at once suspected that Mrs. Boltinghouse might be Mrs. Eads. He contacted the St. Louis chief of police and it was determined that his suspicions were right. Mrs. Eads, age 40-plus, had been living as the mistress of Frank Boltinghouse, a 24-year-old brakeman on the Missouri Pacific Railroad.   Mrs. Eads was arrested. Frank Boltinghouse came to the jail to see her and they had a good cry together. They decided to get married and the ceremony was performed in the police captain's office. Mrs. Eads, who had been living with Boltinghouse since November 1874, was expecting a baby.   Both Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse and Charles Eads were jailed in Union for a time because an affidavit alleged the crime had taken place in Franklin County. The scene of the crime, however, was Jefferson County, and they were eventually sent to Potosi for trial. She was charged with killing young Taylor and Eads was charged with assisting her in concealing the body.   A change of a venue took the case to St. Francois County where Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse was found guilty of murder in the second degree and sentenced to 20 years in the penitentiary. Due to a defect in the charge on which she was tried, the judgment was arrested and both Eads-Boltinghouse and Eads were remanded back to Jefferson County to wait for the grand jury to act on the case. In the January 1877 term, Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse was again indicted, but Charles Eads was released. A second change of a venue resulted in the murder trial being moved to Iron County where she was tried and found guilty of murder in the second degree. She was sentenced to serve 10 years in the penitentiary.   According to a list of prisoners published in the Warden's Report, Rose B. R. Boltinghouse, white, born in Ohio, entered the penitentiary on Nov. 23, 1881. The 1888 Goodspeed history gives her complete name as Rosabelle Rebecca Boltinghouse.”   So, what the hell is going on in Union, Missouri? Axe murdering women… a creepy captain that just won't go away. Whatever it is that's haunting the area, it's a pretty amazing story and we want to know what you think! Is this house just someone's overactive imagination or is the Captain still lingering about, attempting to wash the blood from his hands, screaming and moaning, warning anyone that will listen.   (MOVIES INTRO)   Top Ten Movies About Haunted House Attractions   10 Awesome Horror Movies About Haunted House Attractions – Halloween Year-Round (wordpress.com) 

"The next stop along our journey up the Natchez Trace Parkway from Natchez, Mississippi to Nashville, Tennessee is the exhibit for BATTLE OF RAYMOND. "Before the time of the American Civil War the Natchez Trace had already lost its use as a national road, so the role it played in the war was a small one. One section that was still used ran between Port Gibson and Jackson. General U. S. Grant was planning his siege of Vicksburg when he crossed the Mississippi River and took Port Gibson in the spring of 1863. Grant marched up the old road with his union army from Port Gibson and on May 8th a Confederate brigade located on the south of Raymond, and commanded by brigadier General John Gregg, fired upon the Union soldiers. The Battle of Raymond lasted a day before the Confederates were forced to retreat to Jackson. This battle convinced Grant that the city of Jackson had to be taken before his siege of Vicksburg. "Following the Battle of Raymond on May 12th, Grant made his headquarters at Dean's Stand which lies 5 miles to the south of this exhibit. "Join us next time when we'll visit LeFleur's Bluff, the site of present day Jackson, Mississippi. I'm Frank Thomas, your guide along the Natchez Trace, a road through the wilderness." For more about Natchez Trace: A Road Through the Wilderness, visit eddieandfrank.com

"Our journey along the Natchez Trace Parkway, north out of Natchez, Mississippi has brought us to a site near Port Gibson, the town U. S. Grant found too beautiful to burn during the civil war. Today's site is called SUNKEN TRACE. "SUNKEN TRACE is a place you can walk along a section of the old trail and see how the footsteps of animals and people over the centuries have worn their way deep into the loose topsoil deposited here by windstorms hundreds of thousands of years ago. "If you decide to take a few minutes to walk the Old Trace, you may be fooled by the shadows and the tangle of vines, and roots, and the Spanish Moss that makes beards for the trees, and believe this to be an enchanted forest; but as you walk, try to imagine how the travelers in the early 1800s felt having 500 miles to endure, not knowing if they would survive the swamps, and the heat, and the swollen rivers and streams, the insects, disease, and accidents that lay ahead for them. "Join us next time when we'll visit Grindstone Ford where early travelers along the Trace took their first steps into the wilderness. This is Frank Thomas, your guide along the Natchez Trace, a road through the wilderness." For more about Natchez Trace: A Road Through the Wilderness, visit eddieandfrank.com

"Today we'll look at the often photographed ruins of the Windsor Plantation house, twelve miles southwest of Port Gibson and lying several miles to the west of the Natchez Trace Parkway. This magnificent Greek Revival plantation home sat high up on a hilltop, overlooking the Mississippi River. It was completed in 1861 just before the outbreak of the Civil War, and during the war between the states, Confederate soldiers used the roof of the mansion as an observation deck. The Windsor plantation house was fortunate to make it though the war intact. But after having survived so much of both the war and the war's aftermath this grand old building was destroyed by fire during a party in 1890. "What's left for visitors to see today are 23 huge Corinthian columns that reach skyward and speak to the poet's heart in all of those who will take the time to listen and remember. So you see, even a Windsor in ruins is a grand mansion as its eerie columns stand like a ghostly skeleton of the antebellum South. "Join us next time when we journey on up the parkway to walk through an enchanted forest at SUNKEN TRACE. For Natchez Trace: A Road Through the Wilderness, I'm Frank Thomas." For more about Natchez Trace: A Road Through the Wilderness, visit eddieandfrank.com

This is some real True Crime and we wanted to give this sad story an opportunity to get out. If you are squeamish please listen to your own discretion because the story gets graphic in detail. Indulge!

Have you ever considered turning your vegetable growing hobby into a full-time career? Today we are joined by Sam McLemore of Bountiful Harvest Farms in Starkville, Mississippi. Bountiful Harvest Farms was started by Sam and his wife, Isabel, in the Spring of 2011. What started as a desire to grow vegetables for their family turned into a new career for Sam and an adventure to grow vegetables for the Starkville area. After working in the landscape business for a while, Sam decided that he wanted to grow food full-time instead of just as a hobby and Bountiful Harvest Farms was born. Tune in today to hear all about the challenges, differences, and advantages of building and maintaining a thriving farm in the deep south!   You’ll hear: What Bountiful Harvest Farms grows 1:10 The challenges Sam faces running a farm in the deep south 3:13 The main types of pests in Mississippi 4:11 How Sam regulates nitrogen in pea crops to tame the vines 8:06 What types of soil Sam contends with down south 8:43 What varieties of sweet potatoes Sam grows 11:07  Why Sam switched to more mechanical methods for cultivation 13:08 Why you should invest in new machinery 18:10 How Sam keeps nutrients in the soil on his farm 20:47 What a typical week looks like on Bountiful Harvest Farms 24:09 The hardest part of running a farm for Sam 28:42 About Sam’s mentors throughout his farming journey 30:51 What Sam would’ve done sooner given the opportunity to go back in time 39:33 About the team at Bountiful Harvest Farms 42:21 How Sam goes about selling their vegetables 46:43 Keys to growing good hot peppers 49:53 The biggest mistakes Sam sees new farmers making 52:27 Sam’s favorite farming tool 55:56 How Sam feels about starting a farm now 58:58 Where you can find out more about Sam and Bountiful Harvest Farms 1.05:51   About the Guest:Bountiful Harvest Farms was started by Sam and Isabel McLemore in the Spring of 2011 in Starkville, Mississippi. What started when a desire to grow vegetables for our family turned into a new career for Sam and an adventure to grow vegetables for the Starkville area. Sam and Isabel are both Mississippi natives from Port Gibson and Oxford, respectively. Sam's grandfathers both grew food in gardens at home. Isabel grew up having a family Summer garden most years and learned to compost at an early age. They both had the makings of farming in their future but did not realize it! Sam and Isabel met, fell in love, and graduated from Mississippi State University and have called Starkville home since. When Sam graduated from college he took 6 months to hike the Appalachian Trail. After working in the landscape business for a while he decided that he wanted to grow food full-time instead of just as a hobby and Bountiful Harvest Farms was born! In the first year, BHF had two neighborhood garden locations and continued to grow. In 2013 the farm needed more space and the operation was moved to one larger piece of property in Starkville. At the end of 2015 the farm moved again to the current location on Pat Station Road where it could be at a more permanent location.   Resources:Website - https://www.bountifulharvestfarms.com/ YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCi-Xh3T9rFdlSvt3WqXQTLw Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/bountifulharvest.farm.5 Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mclemoresam/

Sergeant William Pitt Chambers, of the 46th Mississippi Infantry, describes the horrors of battle at Port Gibson in 1863.

We travel to Port Gibson in Claiborne County, Mississippi where Golden West Cemetery is being brought back to life. Local townsfolk and volunteers renovate this old cemetery. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Elder Elias Harris of Port Gibson grew up a sharecropper’s son on a plantation near Pattison. In this episode, he recalls that even though their family worked hard every day, they never missed church. From a young age, Harris knew he was going to be a preacher. He remembers how he and his sister would have pretend church services as children. As a spiritual leader, Harris works with other Port Gibson residents to affect change within the community. He discusses how the group Christian Concerned Citizens tackles issues in an inclusive way. Being a longtime resident of Port Gibson, Harris has witnessed many changes over the years. He explains how white and black spiritual leaders formed a race relations senate to bring the community closer together. PHOTO: Google Maps

Jimmie Person grew up in Port Gibson, Mississippi during the 1930s.  In this episode, he recalls summers on his father’s plantation and the warm, nurturing environment small-town life provided the children.  Back when Person was a child, the closest hospital to Port Gibson was in Vicksburg. He remembers how doctors would make houses calls, and the childhood diseases of that time. When Person reached high school, he attended Chamberlain-Hunt Military Academy in Port Gibson. He reflects on life at the all-male school and how they hosted off-campus dances in an old ballroom. PODCAST BONUS: Person was in his freshman year at Mississippi State when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.  He shares those vivid memories and discusses how he ended up as a Military Policeman at a base in England. PHOTO: MS Dept. of Archives and History

In which we look at the Battle of Port Gibson, which took place on May 1, 1863, as Grant advanced inland after landing on the east side of the Mississippi River.

Ellen McCarley grew up near Port Gibson, the youngest of twelve cousins living on Drake Hill. In this episode, she recalls her idyllic childhood and the games they played to pass the time. Before automobile ownership became common, Mississippians would travel to neighboring towns by train. McCarley remembers riding the train to Vicksburg to go Christmas shopping with her mother. Every Christmas Eve, the Drake family, would gather together for the lighting of the tree.  She describes how her mother worked to make it a special time for all. McCarley’s aunt ran a boarding house on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans in the 1930s. She recounts visiting her aunt during Mardi Gras and witnessing a parade and dress ball.

Marilyn Baggett Kobliaka, Stay R. Webb, Donna Webb Blaisdell & Lorene Lovie Brown resume part3 of the Nancy Johnson Goings Goyens 97 heir lawsuit 1937 in Liberty County, Texas. Valenitine Buxton, this evening Donna & Lorene will be speaking about Valentine Buxton and his death at Liberty Co., Tx. shot dead by a local judge over "political dissagreement". Stephen B. Goyens born about 1796 in South Carolina married Edith "Ida/Eady or Adeline" Johnson (Sampson?). Dr. Thomas Goings of early Natchez Trace (Dillions/Dean's Stand) featured in Port Gibson documents, journals and newspaper as Free Person of Color. Relationship to the the Philip Goings, WM Moses Goings, James Goings lines as well as to Old Thomas Goyens. DNA for the Gibson Goings line b. about 1780s married Sukey and lived near Crowder's Stand on the Natchez Trace (Choctaw agency).

Steeped in tradition, the holidays are a source of vivid childhood memories for many. This week's episode is a compilation of some of our favorites: three Mississippians from very different backgrounds share their stories of that special time of year. Lou Mallory of Natchez grew up in South Georgia, the daughter of a sharecropper. She remembers having little money at Christmas, but never feeling poor.     As a girl, Ellen McCarley would ride the train from Port Gibson to Vicksburg to go Christmas shopping with her mother. She recalls her mother’s Christmas parties as having something for everyone. Charles Wright would travel with his grandmother each Christmas to their family gathering in Bude. He describes the large spread of food and the atmosphere of Love. Happy Holidays from the Mississippi Moments family to you and yours! PHOTO: Robert C. Waller collection, USM Archives    

Before there was Whole Foods, there was wild foods. As a young man, Alonzo Brandon of Port Gibson, hunted in order to help feed his family. In this episode he describes how he would outsmart the squirrels that tried to hide from him. After working all day, Alonzo Brandon would often go coon hunting. He recalls waiting until dawn some nights for a treed coon to finally come down.  He also discusses his weapon of choice, the 22 caliber rifle.  Brandon’s family raised hogs as an additional source of protein.  In this podcast extra, he remembers how the hogs would also hunt to supplement their diets.  

In 1918, F.S. Wolcott began using Port Gibson as Winter Quarters for his Rabbit Foot Minstrel Show.  In this episode, Jimmy Allen explains why Wolcott’s show was different from other Minstrels. He also describes how a typical minstrel show operated. As a bookkeeper in his father's Port Gibson car dealership, Allen had first hand experience dealing with Wolcott. He learned that when it came to Wolcott, the squeaky wheel got the grease.Wolcott eventually formed a partnership with his competitor, F.C. Huntington.  In this podcast extra, Allen recalls how that partnership led to a warrant for Wolcott’s arrest.  

Ellen McCarley grew up in Port Gibson, but sent summers with her family in rural Claiborne County. In this episode, she recalls helping her mother load the car with food and supplies for the weekly trip to the old homestead. Much of their time was spent at a favorite swimming hole on Bayou Pierre creek. McCarley remembers catching rides there on her uncle’s Model T and eating tomato sandwiches. Although conditions were primitive by today’s standards, McCarley explains that summers in the country provided her with simple pleasures and cherished memories.

  Libby Hollingsworth grew up in Leland, Mississippi, but spent summers with her grandparents in Port Gibson. In this episode, she remembers the quiet routine of reading, crafting, afternoon visits and long evening walks they kept during those summers. According to Hollingsworth, the lifestyle of Port Gibson residents in those days was peaceful and orderly.   Years later, Hollingsworth moved to Port Gibson with her husband. She explains that while life there isn’t so orderly anymore, much of the peacefulness remains.      

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At the same time there was a great National victory at GETTYSBURG and July 4, 1863, was the turning point in the Civil War. In the battles from Port Gibson to Vicksburg Grant lost 9,855 men, of whom 1,223 were killed. In these engagements he had made 37,000 prisoners and the Confederates had lost, besides, 10,000 killed and wounded, with a vast number of stragglers.

For Ellen McCarley of Port Gibson, some of her most cherished childhood memories are of Christmas.  She recalls how her mother made the season special.  

The Civil War left many on both sides emotionally scarred.  Libby Hollingsworth of Port Gibson recalls the hardships endured by her great grandfather, Kell Shaifer as a rebel soldier.  Hollingsworth recalls how a letter from a Yankee soldier after the war changed Kell Shaifer’s life.  She also reflects on the healing effect an unlikely friendship had on many.

After cotton is picked, the cotton fibers, called lint, must be separated from the seeds in a process known as “ginning.”  James Gray went to work for the Torrey Cotton Gin in Port Gibson as a young man. He explains the cotton ginning process and the importance of doing it correctly.

In the early days of automobiles, learning to drive was an adventure.  As the son of the local Ford dealer, James Allen of Port Gibson learned to drive at a young age. Allen recalls how different the Model T was from other cars. He also remembers how his father taught a local rancher to drive his first car.