Well, I haven’t done a “To . . . and Back” posting of late, mainly because when summer really comes in, I usually don’t get much farther (or is it “further”?) than my front porch–anything else just takes too much effort. But since the weather’s been so reasonable lately (which reasonableness ended, I think, yesterday), I recently took a quick jaunt up to Lexington, one of my favorite little towns in Mississippi. I love the courthouse square and the way you can see the tall domed tower from all vantage points as you enter town. I love that every major Christian denomination has a historic building–Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, AME–and there’s even a sweet little Neoclassical Jewish synagogue.
Mr. Herman Flowers, a longtime member of the synagogue, helped me get to know Lexington almost a decade ago now. His father, a Jewish merchant, had established a dry goods business on the square, and he had taken over the store when he reached adulthood: it seemed to me Mr. Flowers knew everyone who had ever lived in Lexington. He loved to tell the story of each historic building in town, because he knew each generation who had lived there. Mr. Flowers is gone now, and I miss his presence whenever I turn that corner on Hwy 17 and start to climb the hill toward the courthouse.
Lexington is just a few miles from the Delta, and to me, it has a similar feel to it as Yazoo City, which is perched right on the bluffs overlooking the Delta. I can’t define the special quality in these two towns, but there’s something there I haven’t found in other Mississippi places.
Most of the town is in the Lexington Historic District which was listed on the National Register in 2001. Lexington is also a Certified Local Government and is a part of the Mississippi Main Street program.
The day I drove up there, it was only in the 80s, humid but not oppressively so. Everything was green and happy after our recent rains. I got off the interstate at the Pickens exit and headed northwest on Hwy 17, which is a lovely highway. Here’s a little taste of what I saw along the way:
To see a photo of the Yalobusha County Courthouse by Joseph A, click here.
As I mentioned, Lexington has many beautiful religious buildings as well–unfortunately I didn’t get all of them on film (well, I guess that’s an obsolete saying now–would it be “on disk”? “on tiny plastic device”?), but tomorrow, we’ll look at those I did capture, along with a few other things, and the trip home, which was an adventure in its own right.