Give To Those In Need

  Hurricane Nate came and went.  It blew through the area quickly and, once again, the Little Bayou House held strong!  We suffered no damage and the tidal surge left little debris.  We are good.  Others did not fare so well.  Some homes and businesses were gutted by the tidal surge, other places were flooded and still others lost their roofs to high winds. The damage to the homes and businesses will not make the national news. That is ok.  We are a resilient folk who have learned to take care of ourselves.  We are used to it.  But all of this is a different story for a different time.  

  Early this morning, Mark and I saw a small tern that looked a lot worse for wear.  The storm had been rough on wildlife and this tiny bird was no exception.  Its feathers were ruffled and it looked plumb worn out from being battered by the high winds.  The small bird sat on one of the pier posts and never made a move to flee our presence.  Since we had work to do clearing the debris line left by Nate, we headed back up the hill and forgot about our friend bird.  All day, we worked getting the place back in order.  This evening, we were exhausted as we headed back to the pier.  The little tern was still there.

  The small tern obviously had a few more problems than we first thought.  Now, it was ravenous.  Pure exhaustion had kept our little friend from catching food.  Well, that had to be remedied quickly.  Since I had caught plenty of menhaden to use for bait, I decided to offer one to my new-found friend.  The weatherworn bird readily accepted the minnow.  It had no fear that I would bring it harm.

  I fed the little bird all it wanted and then it flew to the pier post to rest for the night.  Hopefully, it will still be there in the morning and I can give it breakfast to help it heal.  I love my Bayou Birds.  They are sweet friends.

  Thank you, Mark, for taking the photo.  

The Hat Shop

Back in the day..years and years ago..in old Biloxi, Mississippi, there was a milliner's shop. Carter's Hat Shop with its large hat-shaped sign advertising "Carter the Hatter" sat in the middle of town on the busy Howard Avenue. This was a shop that served the men and women of the area and kept them in the most stylish of hats. Here, William would make all sorts of fine hats. There were the felt Fedoras, the Beaver-skin Top Hats and the ever-popular Derby hats. He also made western style hats or "cowboy" hats..much like the well-known Stetson. He designed straw hats, made "Panama" hats and beanies. One side of the shop was for the ladies. Here Elizabeth, William's wife, would make hats and bonnets and "decorate" the ladies' hats. She would sew on ribbons, veils and flowers. More often than not, there would be feathers or fine plumes added to the hats. In the shop, men were able to choose from an assortment of fine gloves, ties and suspenders. Ladies could pick up gloves, a handheld fan or perhaps a hatpin.The little shop did well as a family business and eventually was turned over to the sons of the family and was split into two different businesses. One

son stayed in Biloxi and the other moved to Pascagoula, Mississippi. The shops stayed in business for quite some time but then they felt the crush of the introduction of the department stores. Ready-made, cheaper hats replaced the quality hand-made type and the hat-making shops closed. Styles change and now what seemed almost a necessity has become almost an oddity. Years ago, it would have been almost unheard of for a man or woman to leave the house without a hat. People had dress hats, everyday hats, church hats and work hats. What has become of the hat???

William and Elizabeth were my great-grandparents. They owned and ran Carter's Hat Shop for many years and always handmade each hat that they sold. Fine quality hats were created in this tiny shop. The detail of each was meticulously attended and the end product was carefully inspected. My great-grandparents taught their children the trade all the while making sure they were also well -educated. There though..the trade ended. The hat-making skills came to a screeching halt. I am not sure that any of my parents generation nor of my generation would know how to make a quality hat. I am quite that any attempt on my part would be quite depressing to my great-grandparents. I can just imagine them looking down on

me and shaking their heads in disgust at the sloppy job I would be doing. The conversation might go something like this... William ..."What is she doing?? My beaver skin! Oh, my!" Elizabeth.. "Dear..she is trying..have patience!" William.. "Egads! Does she have all thumbs? She will definitely ruin the blocks if she is not careful!" Elizabeth.. "Oh no..please..not my plumes! That's it! No, you must get her to leave the shop!" William.. "She surely is not a descendant of mine! Have you ever in your life seen such a mess!" And so it goes....

I did fall heir to all of the hat-making tools and some of the original hats that survived through the ages. I would love some day to attempt to pull together a hat but I suppose the beaver-skin or rabbit-skin would have to be a no-go. Perhaps the felt Fedora would be better! Good old felt never offended anyone! I could have rather a fun time trying to decorate the hats, though! I am sure great-grandmother would approve of some of the new trims that are on the market now. Hmmm..this might be something to ponder..a Hat Shop!