It's beginning to look a lot like..... (pt II)

Okay, I spoke too soon. Here it is, March 1st, and the Mississippi Delta is experiencing its first (& probably only) snow of the season. On Thursday the temperature was in the 70's. Friday a system came hurling through the Delta bringing all day rains. This time I was prepared and stayed put -- avoiding flooding my engine by attempting to part the waters with my Honda. By Saturday afternoon the temperature had dropped precipitously and the storm system that had come through on Friday brought its momma-nem. The wind blew so hard Saturday night I just knew we would have a tornado. Fortunately we didn't. Instead, the strong winds, low temperature, and moisture combined to give us a whirling, snow-globe-worthy snowfall. By 9 am most of the snow had melted. I took some pictures of the snow (while it lasted) on my steps and on the tuft of grass outside my door. The bottom of the local news displayed a scroll of church and activity closings. I couldn't help but whistle, down here in the Delta, the Christmas classic "Let it Snow".

Did you say 'Valley'!?!

Yes I said Valley -- as in Mississippi Valley State. It was there I was able to share in the experience of a free concert performed by a local ensemble of jazz and blues musicians (most notably a woman past her mid life rocking out on bass guitar) followed by two of the Marsalis brothers - Branford & Delfeayo. The concert was excellent. Above is me and Delfeayo (Branford disappeared). Below is the jazz/blues ensemble (left) and my girl Mz. Nellie gyrating on bass (blurry right).

Sociological Conference

After months of preparing, surveying, interviewing, analyzing, and then writing JR & I finally completed (at least this phase) our alternative food systems assessment. This assessment served to further engage and enlighten me on social justice and community development issues and needs, assist the Delta in the development of stronger alternative food markets, get me out to see the nooks and crannies of the Delta, and hang out with my partner in crime JR. What seemed to be the biggest hurdle to climb in this process -- the actual written document -- has been behind us since December. Currently, work has directed me toward finding solutions to the marketing, communications, and education/community outreach issues faced by the Delta in regard to a more sustainable food system. I have made three proposals and am working on the realization of each of them by Spring. In the meantime JR and I, as well as other members of the Institute for Community-Based Research, took a trip to Alabama to present our work at the Alabama Mississippi Sociological Association (AMSA). The AMSA trip was, among many things, fun. After a full day of work a group of approximately 12 of us left at 6:15 pm. After a brief stop at Burger King and another not so brief stop at some strange truck stop, we finally arrived in Alabama at 1:30 am. We all hit the sheets but were ready to go again by 9 am. About half of the group presented that Thursday afternoon. The rest of us were slated for Friday. After the presentations Thursday afternoon we stayed for the banquet dinner Thursday evening. We arrived back at our hotels around 9:30 that evening. Though some of us had to present the next morning (namely JR & I at 9 am) several of us decided to go out, briefly, to let our hair down. Around 4:30 the next morning we returned to our hotel rooms to let our hair back up and prepare for our presentations later that same morning. There is something to be said for good preparation. Before leaving for Alabama many of us gathered to present our work to each other. Adjustments were made and new scripts were written all before we hit the van. Friday our presentations flowed seamlessly. Everyone's performance went well -- even those of us who saw the sun rise on our preparation. The pic above includes some of my fellow passengers & Institute partners.

It's beginning to look a lot like.....

I haven't quite acclimated myself to the winters in Mississippi yet. My mind is still in Minnesota. At five o'clock I hit the front doors of the office bearing down with the expectation of frosty winds and biting cold. Instead I hit a wall of warmth. Mississippi, apparently, is usually cool, wet, and gray during the winter months. The gray I'm used to. The other stuff -- not so much. The rains in the Delta are heavy. The heaviness exists not so much in the actual amount of precipitation, but rather the feeling it emotes and its 'stay-ed-ness'. The gray clouds just sort of hang. Low. And stay. The temps also seem to fluctuate wildly daily. One day it is 70 degrees the next it is forty. One day I was teased for wearing a turtleneck and a sweater shawl in the morning and having to run my air conditioning later that evening. Above is a pic taken off of my balcony during an afternoon.

Shared Video

Embedded is a video shared with me about Mound Bayou, Mississippi. Mound Bayou is located just up highway 61. I found the clip interesting though clearly nuanced. I am passing it along to this blogs readers and hopefully you will enjoy it as well.


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Over the weekend I had a chance to visit with my cousin and her mother, my aunt. My aunt has retired from 30+ years of Extension work; working extensively throughout the state of Mississippi. During our conversation we happened on the subject of community development. A point to which we both agreed was the need for a spiritual awakening, behavioral changes, a new perspective, and a local dynamic leader. I'd mentioned a town we were both familiar with in the Delta. The overall development of this town was comparable to that of a grossly underdeveloped country. The people, however, were not agitated. They were not happy or pleased, yet, they were not motivated to action. They had seemingly become satiated by the gifts, rather crumbs, bestowed upon them by the few influence-having, power-welding, resource-holding people and/or groups in town.



On one of our earlier trip through the Delta, JR had informed me to look for the houses on hills located throughout the Delta. He indicated that these beautiful, ornate, monolithic houses were once the homes of slave and plantation owners. The houses were build on hills (some man-made) so that the owners could oversee their investments. The houses on the hill represented sight, perspective, status, and control. They were the literal representation of the owner's figurative position.

Upon entering this particular Delta community, a massive plantation home sits greeting each entrant to the town. My introduction to the town came one foggy, damp morning. I was with a small group and we drove up to the house. The house sat empty and is rumored to have been vacant for years. The town is almost completely African-American. The literacy rates, health disparities, and economic indicators make this one of the least developed, poverty entrenched areas in the country. Ironically, the overseer no longer has to be even physically present to exert his domination. Sadly, this house sits as a reminder, in some sense, of the psychological conditioning that needs to be overcome both regionally and culturally.

Food for Thought

In the office a group of us jokingly refer to ourselves as the members of the "Yellow Card Club". Through AmeriCorp's mission of eradicating poverty, the organization familiarizes its program participants with the stifling, interconnected difficulties of poverty by entrenching them in it. AmeriCorp VISTA's do not receive a salary; instead we receive stipends which are set at 105% of the local poverty determinant. All that to say we qualify for food stamps. In Mississippi, food stamps come in the form of bright yellow EBT cards. Unlike Minnesota where the EBT cards are a pretty lavender, Mississippi's neon cards end your anonymity at the cash register. However, I have no shame. I proudly pull my EBT card out of my wallet at check out time blessed and relieved to have food assistance. In November I made a six week menu so that my November food stamps would last until I left for Minnesota on December 20. Additionally, knowing I would be gone for 2 weeks, I emptied most of my cupboards and rid the kitchen of perishable food items. While in Minnesota, I used my entire December allotment to stock my parents' refrigerator. It was the least I could do (for proof, check out the first blog). Unfortunately I'd made a miscalculation. I would be home (in Mississippi) a full 8 days before my January stamps would load. During my first week+ home, I made a menu and stuck to it - making meals out of very little. On Thursday I'd run out of magic. Friday I went to work with a lonely piece of toast in hand. One of the organizations I work for was hosting a meeting/training in my building. Before the meeting they informed me that the RSVP list was low and that they had ordered fruit, pastries, and lunch but would probably have leftovers. At lunch I stopped by the meeting and grabbed a lunch box with a wrap, brownie, and fruit. I ate half the wrap for lunch and saved the rest of the lunch. That afternoon a colleague informed me that a local fast food restaurant was giving coupons for a free dinner if you registered on their webpage. I registered, printed the coupon, and saved it for Sunday. After the meeting/training taking place in my building was finished the hosts, my supervisor and another colleague, invited me and those left in the office to grab the leftovers from the meeting. I grabbed a cup and filled it with fruit and I packed a plate with three pastries. I had to laugh at myself as I went to my car that evening with a boxed lunch, a cup of fruit, and a plate of pastries. However, I began to think. I've been to several events where I've seen young and old alike packaging food as if they have none at home. The sobering reality is that increasingly they do not. Unlike me, many do not have the safety net of friends and/or family that can provide or even supplement basic needs. I live off the stipend AmeriCorp provides, however, if need be, I can tap my bank accounts, utilize credit cards, or simply ask my parents, family or friends. Food security is an issue in rural and urban, southern and northern, and black and white communities that can be positively affected. Too many people are exhausting themselves trying, unsuccessfully, to stretch their thin resources to the beginning of a new cycle. This is just some food for thought.