Never Missing This Again

A few days ago, I went as a guest of the Alabama Folklife Association with other friends to the installation of Kathryn Tucker Windham to the Alabama Women’s Hall of Fame at Judson College.  First of all, what an honor to be there among all those other sons and daughters of Alabama.

Alabama Women's Hall of Fame

In fact, when there was a little technical glitch at the very beginning of the event, Dr. David Potts, the President at Judson, got up and did this impromptu about what does this (stellar) woman have to do with this (also stellar woman) with this (you guessed it) woman and it must have gone on for three or four minutes, rattling off astrophysicists with CEOs and back and forth and back and forth and of course what did they all have in common? Judson.  Which I think probably made us all wish we had been daughters of Judson.

Installation of Kathryn Tucker Windham to Alabama Women's Hall of Fame, Judson College, Marion AL

But what we were all happy to have been was connected in some way with the great Kathryn Tucker Windham.  I have a few little stories (my favorite being once when she introduced herself to me and I explained sweetly that ohmygosh, it’s so sweet you would do that when every second grader in Alabama knows who you are).  No one that’s ever graced the cover of any checkout aisle magazine has mattered one whit to me: KTW was/is my kind of celebrity.

Shug, Daddy, and Kathryn Tucker Windham

We took Shug to meet her when he was a baby, in 2008.

We all laughed when Norton Dill got up and spoke about doing a documentary on her, and how frankly hilarious and touching her funeral was.  It was so emotional when Dilcy and Ben, her children, came up to unveil her memorial plaque for the Hall of Fame.  And next, when we all sang Alabama together, you know me.  I cried.

Installation of Kathryn Tucker Windham to Alabama Women's Hall of Fame, Judson College, Marion AL

Although I do have to break and take a moment here and mention that in middle school, when we all sang Alabama at every school assembly, we only did the first verse and it never dawned on me that in the second verse the lyrics go ‘Goodlier than the land that Moses climbed lone Nebo’s Mount to see…’.

(Alabama is even better than when Moses went atop Mount Nebo to see the Land of Israel?)

Reminded me of how the last thing said at my wedding was a pronouncement of marriage according to the Laws of Moses and the State of Alabama.  Which sounded funny.

One last little treat: the luncheon, served on Judson’s own Staffordshire:
Installation of Kathryn Tucker Windham to Alabama Women's Hall of Fame, Judson College, Marion AL

Loved being there with ‘my people’ — seeing friends from all over the state and making new ones — and I don’t want to ever miss another AWHoF installation.

I’m in the middle of filling out the form to nominate someone for next time: Miss Alice.  Yes, yes, yes.

Buddha

This, at Jungle Gardens on Avery Island, Louisiana. Magic.
Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

The gardens were developed by Edward Avery ‘Ned’ McIlhenny, the son of the inventor of Tabasco sauce.  The Tabasco factory (and store) are here in the area, but you’d never know it once you’ve entered the gardens:

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

This building was constructed to house a buddha that is ~1000 years old.  Legend has it that it had been shipped to a NYC warehouse in the 1920s by a Chinese warlord, and had sat unclaimed until 1936 when two of Ned’s friends bought it and sent it to him as a surprise.

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island LA

Ghost, In Bullet Casings

Av and I had just been talking about Charles Hoffacker’s art when he happened to visit Treo in New Orleans on Tulane Avenue with some friends.  He knew I’d be happy when he sent me these pics of Hoffacker’s ‘Ghost of Telly Hankton‘ (if you’re interested in seeing it, call and make sure it’s still on display).

Charles Hoffacker Art: Ghost of Telly Hankton

The work was completed in 2012, is 42″ x 56.5″, made up of .40 cal spent rounds on a plywood base, finished with oxidation chemicals and polish.  It was being offered at $14k.

Charles Hoffacker Art: Ghost of Telly Hankton

The artist was in the news last summer as part of an investigation into a complaint that was made, alleging that he used a murder victim’s blood to write a message at the crime scene.  His lawyer noted that the case was blown out of proportion, that the crime scene wasn’t compromised and the victim had long been moved from the scene.


Next month Treo is having a month-long ‘ArtPolice’ show, with opening reception:
Come for the opening reception of this New Orleans Police Officer exhibition…there will be complimentary libations.

The exhibition is curated by Charlie Hoffacker and highlights his work and other police officers with artistic talent.

Join him and fellow officers , Liz Garcia, M NOLA Rolla Watson and James ” Pepe” Martin and help raise money for the 1st district.

BPOML

BPOML.
Best pizza of my life.
NOLA, It’s one of Emeril’s restaurants (though from what I understand he’s there only a few times a year.  As in a very few.) there on St. Louis in the Quarter.

NOLA, New Orleans

I first had supper there probably fifteen years ago, and besides loving the super-attentive service, my friends and I weren’t especially impressed with the food.  So all this time, I just haven’t gone out of my way to go back to it…however, I noticed they are open for lunch on Thursdays.  The thinking was that even if it isn’t great, I’ll be paying lunch prices and it won’t be as heartbreaking as a disappointing supper.  Lunch here was a great decision — and there was zero disappointment.

NOLA, New Orleans

NOLA, New Orleans

I sat at the bar, snacked on some bread, and had a great conversation with the chef that was running the brick oven. Since I liked him so much, I decided to choose something we could chat about while it was cooked right in front of my practically — so I set on the duck confit pizza with fried egg, truffle oil, parmesan, and arugula.

NOLA, New Orleans

NOLA, New Orleans

The crust was amazing. The duck was…well, it was duck confit so you know that’s amazing…and then there’s that yummy runny yolk from the egg mixed with the oil and the cheese and the fresh bite of the arugula. Perfection. BPOML. Yes.  Yes.

Pink Parker Never Would Get Over It.

Born in 1839 in southeast Alabama, Joseph Pinkney Parker grew up to have an obsession.  By most accounts, he was a well-respected man in Troy, Alabama — he’d been a corporal in the CSA (was at Appomattox for the surrender), teacher, police officer.  But when John Wilkes Booth assassinated Lincoln, that hit a nerve which even cost ‘Pink’ his place in his Baptist church and eventually garnered him much resentment from around the country.  Pink had blamed the failing, and failings, of his homeland to Lincoln and considered Booth a hero.  For years after the event, Pink would wear a badge on the anniversary of the death that would have the anniversary year and the words, ‘anniversary death of Old Abe Lincoln’.  His pastor asked him to stop going on about it and eventually he was even removed from the membership.

In 1906, Pink couldn’t stop talking about it, and commissioned a ~3′ tall monument to honor Booth, which he asked to have placed in the Troy town square.  It read:

‘Erected by
PINK PARKER
in honor of JOHN WILKS
BOOTH,
for killing old
ABE LINCOLN.

It was never placed there as the town wouldn’t approve it.  The monument found a home in Pink’s front yard on Madison Street, as it was private property.

In 1921, things blew up in the press, letters were written, and the monument finally found its place behind a shed.  Pink was by that time in poor health and had been living with a son in Georgia since 1918.

Brooklyn Eagle, June 5, 1921:

Mrs. C. D. Brooks, president of the Woman’s League of
Republican Voters in Alabama, has issued a call to good citizens,
whatever their party affiliations, to join with the League in
plans to remove the monument to John Wilkes Booth, the as-
sassin of Abraham Lincoln, which is still standing in Troy,
Alabama, where there is also a State Normal School. This was
erected by popular subscription in 1866. The sentiment that
condoned the political murder of the most lovable man in his-
tory is a curious thing to study after the lapse of more than
half a century. The whole South of today honors Lincoln’s
memory. There are no pilgrims to the grave of John Wilkes
Booth or to his monument.

The editor of the Troy paper wrote to the Brooklyn Eagle:
Editor Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

An article appearing in your paper of recent date, and
which was reproduced in many papers of this section, headed
“An Assassin’s Monument,” has come to the notice of the
writer. We regret very much that this article appeared in your
paper because of the fact that the true facts in the case were
not given. However, this is not the first time our city has been
given undue publicity regarding this monument. Several years
ago the St. Louis Post-Dispatch gave a full page writeup of it.

I will state the facts in the case for your information and
trust you will see fit to clear up the matter as the people of
our city do not appreciate the publicity we are getting out of
this thing.

The monument, a very small one, something similar to a
small head-stone we have all seen in small cemeteries, bears
the inscription “erected by Pink Parker in memory of John
Wilkes Booth for the killing of old Abe Lincoln.” The little
stone was set up in the front yard of this old man, and we want
it thoroughly understood that it was erected by Mr. Parker
himself and paid for with his own money. He says himself
that not one penny was contributed or solicited.

Some few months ago, this old man almost lost his eye-
sight and moved to another State to make his home with his
son. Upon leaving, he disposed of his property here. Before
he sold his property, however, a wind storm visited our city
and blew the stone down. The new owner of the property has
never re-erected the stone and will not. And now the stone lies
flat with the inscription buried in the ground and is not notice-
able from the street.

The people of this town did not approve of the erection of
such a monument when it was set up some 15 years ago. It
was seen by very few people, as the old man’s home was not
on a principal street, and the people of this city now really are
glad that the monument no longer stands.

We are making the facts known to you simply because we
do not care for the publicity we are getting about this matter
and now that we have stated the facts to you we believe you
will be fair enough to the people of this section to so state the
facts in your excellent paper.

We have reproduced your article in our paper with our
comment and also given notice that in case we could have the
facts published in your paper we would also reproduce it in our
paper.

If you care to do your Southern friends this favor, kindly
mail a copy of your paper to this office that we may pass on
to our readers the correction of a mistake that does a gross in-
justice to the citizenship of our little city.

B. G. McCalman

Editor Troy, Ala., Herald.


When Pink Parker passed away, his sons had the John Wilkes Booth monument re-engraved, erasing the original inscription, and it served as Pink’s cemetery monument.

Last year, I found it in Oakwood Cemetery there in Troy:

Joseph Pinkney Parker Monument, Oakwood Cemetery, Troy AL

Joseph Pinkney Parker Monument, Oakwood Cemetery, Troy AL

Joseph Pinkney
Parker
Born 
Aug. 16, 1839
Died 
Dec. 12, 1921

Joseph Pinkney Parker Monument, Oakwood Cemetery, Troy AL

On the reverse:
Served through the 
War of 1861-65
In Company A
2nd Ga. Bat Inf
Wright’s Brigade
Mahone’s Div.
A.P. Hill’s Corps
Army Northern Va.

Joseph Pinkney Parker Monument, Oakwood Cemetery, Troy AL


In the March ’15 Smithsonian Magazine:
The Closest Source we have to Really Knowing John Wilkes Booth is his Sister

There were six degrees between Booth and Kevin Bacon.

John Wilkes Booth killed Lincoln…but who killed John Wilkes Booth?