Dated 1943. “A Big idea of a small city down south one main street. Leave it and you are standing in a cotton field. Bill”
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Mississippi by Air: Jackson 1943
Preservation in Mississippi
It ain't all moonlight and magnolias
Dated 1943. “A Big idea of a small city down south one main street. Leave it and you are standing in a cotton field. Bill”
Categories: Jackson
Preservation in Mississippi 
LOVE this postcard! So much fun to see our capital city back then. Thanks for posting.
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What is the large white triangular building in the lower right corner?
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It was most recently Bobby Barefield’s (or something like that) used office furniture building. Recently (last few years) damaged by fire and then demolished.
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I think it was a stable at one point…some very rustic finishes before Barefields and the fire
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I was born February 25, 1943 at the Baptist Infirmary in Jackson, Mississippi. This was in the middle of WWII. Dutch soldiers were stationed in the capitol city. When giving birth at that time a woman’s stay in the hospital was longer than it is today, so my grandmother got to know some of the Dutch women before they went into labor Since I didn’t resemble any of the previous babies in the family my grandmother accused the doctors and nurses of a mix-up. She insisted I didn’t belong to the family, but had dutch blood running through my veins. My mother didn’t panic, telling my grandmother that she had seen babies on my daddy’s side of the family and I resembled them. Sounds like a elaborated story, doesn’t it? Well, every word of it is true. Really.. Would love it if someone pointed out the infirmary to me.
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The infirmary is off this picture, a number of blocks to the left, beyond the New Capitol, whose dome is clearly visible. It was where Baptist Hospital is now, or at least on a small portion of the site of that massive campus.
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So we are looking east on Pearl and Pascagoula Streets?
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Yes, with the Edwards Hotel and Standard Life buildings in the foreground, the fairgrounds in the distance, and beyond, what the correspondent calls a “cotton field.”
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Thank you for sharing this delight! I can’t take my eyes off it!
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