Tag: Hannibal
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The River Gives Up Its Dead Slowly
My mother was deathly afraid of the Mississippi River, but it was my playground as a child in the river village of Ilasco, Missouri. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop me from swimming in the river or fishing from its banks while she was trimming soles at a shoe factory in Hannibal. After all,…
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Black River Roustabouts Lost and Found
“The mate walked up and looked over the guard and said, ‘Well, pick up your iron and get out of the way; the man’s drowned now; needn’t be standing around.'”
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Iron Shackles & Old Rock Houses on the Mississippi River
To greet me were rusty remnants of iron shackles on the walls, reminders of slavery’s stain on America’s past and its ongoing legacies.
Lost River Stories 