The Choctaw people have many similarities with Cherokees. They both love stickball—a type of lacrosse, and they both wore cloth turbans (nobody knows how they came to wear them). One house is a summer house, and the other house is a chukka, a winter house made of grass and mud.
I know only 2 Choctaw words. Okla means land, and homa means red—red land or Oklahoma.
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In 1985, I camped 4 nights with my 2 young sons along the Mississippi River at Columbus-Belmont State Park in Columbus, Kentucky. It was a Civil War site, but I was disappointed to learn that the actual battle took place across the river at Belmont Missouri.
I also wanted to visit a site from the Cherokee Trail of Tears. I just learned that the John Benge detachment of 1,100 Cherokees camped here in November 1838. A ferry took them across the Mississippi to Belmont, Missouri, but it took several days. Cherokees camped all over the area, including my camp site (one photo shows the Civil War fortifications where I camped).
Writing material? Yep.
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It had 2 side-by-side dining halls (1 indoor and 1 outdoor) holding 500 diners each—overflow diners could eat at the dance hall facing the dining halls. Rose Island also had smaller restaurants as well as picnic tables strewn about.
I may write a mystery taking place on Rose Island.
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This Bookrider has a magazine for a sick man. 1934-1943 WPA project to distribute books in eastern Kentucky on horseback.
My story is Beware the Blue Lady, part of a Bookriders anthology.
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Tonight, is the Blessing Moon. Just who is blessing, and why are they blessing? Think about that.
The Cherokees call it the Ripe Corn Moon Guyegwoni ᎫᏰᏉᏂ. They did the Green Corn Dance and the stickball season started.
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50 cents for all-you-can-eat chicken and a Satanic exorcism cannot be beat—this may be from the 1940s. (even if the exorcism is extra, still a good deal) This is not to make light of anyone—Bardstown is a great place, and I bet St. Thomas is a fine church. (the church building is 200 years old)
Write about this? Well, yeah.
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The steamboat landing’s heyday—only the 3 pillars & the hotel’s retaining wall remain. The old pedestrian bridge & adjacent parking lot. Nearby is the “new” bridge—a 100-year-old car bridge moved to Rose Island—just a few yards from the original bridge. The old road le
ading to the parking lot is now a walking trail. 
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