Natchitoches

Last weekend, we took a trip to Neal's homeland, and visited Natchitoches, Louisiana (pronounced Nack-a-dish, about 45 miles from the town where he grew up). Our main reason for the trip was to visit Paul Peters, Neal's mother's cousin, and one of the last people left from her generation in the Walker family. He has emailed Neal several times and we felt like it was time we went to see him. Louisiana is a beautiful place, I always am up for a visit, and there is always lots to do. We started our trip Friday morning, by going to listen to Dr. Peters at his home. He told us stories and shared memories of Neal's grandparents (whom Neal never really knew), his aunts and uncles who passed away before Neal's birth, and his mother. Dr. Peters was such a sweet man, we really enjoyed our day with him. Below are some photos.

We wanted to take Dr. Peters to lunch, so he suggested Uncle Earl's Pea Patch Cafe, in Winnfield, which was delightful.

From there, we went on a driving tour of old family sites. A couple of cemeteries (Transport and Ebenezer), and the old Walker homestead in Dodson. We saw the high school where Neal's grandfather graduated in 1911 (two years late because of an injury and amputation). It was fascinating. I love family history!

Later, we went back to Paul's house. The kids had a great time in his backyard and Neal and I listened some more and were able to borrow a few photos to scan and catalog. We left after dark and promised to come back soon. I hope we can go in the Spring time.

The next day, we spent in Natchitoches, attending the 85th annual Christmas Festival. It was so fun, I have wanted to come for years. We visited Natchitoches once with Neal's mom years ago, and once more since then, passing through. I really would have loved to stay in one of these old houses, which have all been turned into inns, but apparently you have to book December weekends in January. Oops. We stayed out of town a bit and drove in for the festival.

We arrived just as the first parade was beginning. The kids ended up with many strands of beads and a load of candy!

 After the parade had passed, we made our way to Jefferson Street, which runs along the Cane River. On the way, we collected house ideas. Neal and I both love this old Creole style of Plantation home.

By the time we got to the river, the parade was about to pass us again, so we hung out and got more loot!

Then it was lunch time. Parker had ALLIGATOR ON A STICK. Yes.

 Another parade started at about three o'clock. We sat in a different place this time, and where else in the world would we have been able to see the Sons of Confederate Veterans marching in a parade? They were awesome.

After dark, it was time for fireworks and for the lights along the river to be lit. So much fun, I can't wait to go back another year!