On July 3, 1974, I was 12 years old. I was in the front yard of our First East Street home throwing a football with my...
“Where they rock all night and go to the light of day …” The clear tenor voice sang in a smooth and easy style as the...
He came into Vicksburg wearing a white vest, maroon velvet frock coat, gray bell-bottomed, tight-fitting trousers, and a cravat tied with blue in a loose bow...
My grandfather was a steamboat engineer who spent most of his working life on U.S. Army Corps of Engineer vessels. But he had a fondness for...
Wearing green on March 17 doesn’t make you Irish, but Vicksburg does have a close connection with the Emerald Isle. There’s even a special place in...
“I’ve seen that bed before,” the old man said. “Oh, you haven’t,” his wife of many years said. “You’re just imagining things.” He was insistent, however,...
Lamar Fontaine was born in Texas in 1829, 1830, 1840 or 1841 depending on who you believe. According to his own accounts, he was captured by...
Maybe you’ve used the term, and surely you’ve heard “and all that jazz,” but if it hadn’t been for a little known incident—really a misunderstanding of...
A recent story on “The Black Knight,” Alexander McClung, sparked interest in the sordid history of dueling in the Vicksburg area during the 1800s. McClung was...
This story comes from the book “Invocation to Death: The Final Hours of Col. Alexander Keith McClung” by Howell, H. Grady, Jr. Madison, Miss., 2014, and...
