On a gravel road in Merigold, MS is the Mississippi Blues Trail Maker for Po’ Monkeys.
Po’ Monkey’s, one of Mississippi’s most famous juke joints, was also the residence of Willie “Po’ Monkey” Seaberry. According to Seaberry, he opened for business c. 1963. He worked as a farmer and continued to live here and operate the club on certain afternoons and nights. By the 1990s Po’ Monkey’s was attracting a mixed crowd of locals as well as college students from Delta State University and blues aficionados in search of “authentic” juke joints. The dramatic décor both inside and outside the club also attracted attention from news outlets including the New York Times and noted photographers including Annie Leibovitz; Mississippi’s Birney Imes, who featured the club in his 1990 book Juke Joint; and Will Jacks, in his 2019 book Po’ Monkey’s: Portrait of a Juke Joint.
Found this great article by a gentleman name Will Jacks in the Mississippi Folklife Magazine
Until Emancipation, Detroit and the Detroit River community served as the gateway to freedom for thousands of African American people escaping enslavement. Detroit was one of the largest terminals of the Underground Railroad, a network of abolitionists aiding enslaved people seeking freedom. Detroit’s Underground Railroad code name was Midnight. At first, Michigan was a destination for freedom seekers, but Canada became a safer sanctuary after slavery was abolished there in 1834. With passage of the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850, many runaways left their homes in Detroit and crossed the river to Canada to remain free. Some returned after Emancipation in 1863.
The successful operation of Detroit’s Underground Railroad was due to the effort and cooperation of diverse groups of people, including people of African descent, Whites, and North American Indians. This legacy of freedom is a vital part of Detroit and its history.
Somewhat of the beaten path this hotel in Lynchburg, VA provided this unique photo opportunity on day walking along a repurposed rail track running aside the James River. Lynchburg calls itself the City of Seven Hills for my time living there I could not find anyone who could name any of them.