I traveled to this lovely area with my son for my daughter's graduation from army boot camp, she became an army nurse.
Mississippi Moments History journeys along with its meandering flow as a wide birth from bank to bank has eyes straining trying to see across to the other side, far too wide. Muddy rivulets stirred up by the river boats drift by and my dreams become intertwined with what I have read and the sleepy house boats floating near the banks that the river dwellers call home. A huge stainless steel arch with its catenary curve looms gracefully nearby as a gateway of welcome, built as a monument to Thomas Jefferson and the pioneers who braved making their way to St. Louis, why it is fondly called “the Gateway to the West.” I felt as if the Arch was paying homage to the mighty Mississippi with its tall shadow falling on her erratic waters. Children were waving from the banks at contented tourists waving back as they drifted slowly by and time stood still with the music of the river taverns mingling with the contrasting sounds of riverboat whistles, and I drifted along with them sensing serene pleasure into another time and place.
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