Presbyterian Church

Back to Port Gibson.

The Presbyterian church has an unusual feature which I haven't caught well here. At the tip of the spire is a golden hand with the index finger pointing to God and Heaven.

I hate to say so, out of respect for the church fathers and the proud little town, but it don't look exactly that way from every angle in town. Could be the point, come to think of it.

In Port Gibson, we were served lunch at the Restoration Cafe by a woman whose grandfather's name is the same as our father's. There are a good many Davenports buried in Claiborne County. We might be related. Which would be just fine. She was a good-looking woman and an excellent cook.

In the hall of the cafe was an antique chest that might have served as inspiration for the one I just purchased for the bedroom.