Sunday July 23, 1967
15,284 9:45 AM
Francis and Jessie Mai had been to market and such a super as she had ready. Pork chops smothered in gravy, fried fresh corn, lima beans, green beans, squash with onions, jello fruit salad. We brought some of the shrimp in and this time cooked it like experts. This was much larger than we got at the wharf, and even with all the other food tasted good. We served it cold again, like shrimp cocktail. And talk. It doesn’t matter what Jessie Mai is saying, it’s fun to listen to her talk. She is so enthusiastic about everything. David fold up early and went to bed in the bedroom, and after doing the dishes-a pleasure when you are wiping Haviland china and Wallace sterling–we talked some more, about Marie, JM’s sister, and her troubles and so to bed.
Breakfast, and more conversation. And then JM gave me the lovely chrysanthemum picture I had admired which she had painted. Now I have enough pictures to make a grouping above the sofa. We took some pictures, gave them same peaches, and took off at 8:45 their time, but we put our watches ahead to 9:45. Called Mary Rockwell to see if she would come to Columbus to pick me up tonight while David is in rehearsal. Said OK, and that they were really rushed at the shop Monday and Tuesday.
Off I 75 at Georgetown. Ate at Fava and had good southern or Kentucky Fried chicken. David found the Newport radio station that plays nothing but jazz so we sped along at 70 mph listening to Thelonius Monk, Stan Getz and an eulogy to John Coltrane. Since we would be getting to Columbus much before 7 took a side trip to Ft. Ancient. My childhood memories of the museum. with the skeletons laid out as they found them, and the ghosts of the 200 BC Indians haunting the mounds was dispelled by the 20th century picnikers. But it was just as hot as I remembered. And if they pennit the trespassing on the mounds it won’t take too long until they are worn down. The road
[here ends the trip diary]