This was our honeymoon, the one we couldn't take when we got married. The immigration process gave us only a 30 day window of opportunity in which to get married, so Sat. 26th May was chosen. Gayle's work schedule didn't allow for any time off, it was back to the office on Monday for her, back to the greenhouse for me. We were husband and wife, a trip away could wait until later.
We chose Natchez for a couple of reasons -- it wasn't too far from Houston and it was full of history. I'd first read about Natchez in James Mitchener's epic "Texas", a town of two parts, the wealthy part above the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River with many beautiful antebellum homes. Below the wild and rough river port, one the river's busiest when cotton was king. Today the amazing homes are still there, unlike many towns and cities in The South, the Union army left Natchez alone. Seems there was a lot of Northern money tied up in the town and surrounding plantations. The port has been restored to it's former "glory", giving an idea of how hard life must have been for those worked on the river.
