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LOGTOWN REVISITED
by Cl i : . G't'AU|
Every Spring the beautiful Pearl River rises within its banks along its many bayous and tributaries as the water of the Spring rains makes its way toward the Gulf of Mexico. It flows swiftly along the eastern bank of the Pearl, past the small clearing where people come to fish, to view the beautiful curve of the river with its many shades of forest green, or perhaps they simply come home to remember.
It wasn't long ago that this now-deserted landscape was alive with activity. Look closely and you will see among the vines and wildflowers along the roadside, the silent reminders of the people who lived here. Beneath that large oak tree still stands a set of steps which now leads to nowhere, but once graced the entrance to a home filled with the warmth and love of a strong pioneer family. There were many families here over the years. Chalon, Weston, Baxter, Otis, Goddard, Carre, Koch, Lott, Seal, Fountain, Bailey, Tinkelpa and Nelson are but a few of