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the men back to get the vehicles and we walked on down the road.
The Ladners retained ownership of their land when Stennis came in and like many decided to lease it to the government rather than sell it. Even though they can no longer live on their property, many families still visit their old home sites. Many still hope that one day the land in the Buffer Zone will be released so they can return home. The families are responsible for paying property taxes on the property they can mostly just walk through or use to graze cattle or dirt mine.
We had to go through a gate to reach the old home-site. I couldn’t imaging having to leave such a place where somehow the greens were greener and the birds song was sweeter and a peacefulness so obviously permeated the air as it blew through the treetops. “There was a beautiful lawn right over there,” said Myrna. The spot where the house had been was now a cow barn for
her brother Jeep’s cows.
“Lets go find the grave,” said Myrna and we set out along the bayou with Mr. Jimmie leading and Myrna and I, Mr. Curtis and Albie following behind.
There, deep in the woods were three marked graves: David Wainright, U.S. Navy, July 7, 1897; Milian Beeson Wainright, February, 1873; and C. Jonathan Beeson, MS PVT Company G3 Mississippi	Infantry,
Confederate States Army.
We pressed on looking at other old home sites, one set of steps remaining in place, the old Prince Ladner gas well, and favorite fishing places. There were still a million other places to see, but they would have to wait for another day and when we all promised to get together again. After just one day I never wanted to leave.