From our visit in St. Louis, we made our way up the east side of Missouri, to a small, but well known town of Hannibal. Hannibal is the boyhood home of the famous Mark Twain aka Samuel Clemens. Many people don’t know this, but Hannibal was also the home of another famous person…me. That’s right. I was born in Hannibal, MO.
At a very young age, my brothers and I were thrown into the Tom Sawyer Days events. We rode in a firetruck in parades, we dressed up, and I have blocked out whatever else we had to do. At one point my brothers and I came in third place in the Tom and Becky contest. Because I was so cute, the news became national news, and it made it all they way to Maryland, where we lived at the time. Told you I was famous. I won’t mention that my dad worked for the newspaper in Maryland.
Anyhoo, I use to visit my grandmother every few years, until she passed. The house she lived in was sold, but it is still exciting for me to see my home town and where my grandmother lived and the place I stayed all summer long and once a whole year!
Here is the drive up to the street. This is a steep hill, at least a 30 degree slope (according to Sir William). At the age when my friends and I were immortal, we would take off and ride our bikes down that hill. We would go so fast that we ended up half way up the other hill, without using the pedals. It was so steep we had to ride is an S curve all the way back up the hill and ride down again. I am still amazed we were not hit by a car. As I got older, I became mortal and stopped riding my bike down that hill.
Now here is my grandmother’s house as it is now. It is very run down and looked empty, but I was told it wasn’t.
Below is a picture about 22 years old. The top photo is the same house as above. I was visiting my grandmother at the time, with my sister. The bottom photo is my sister and I. Recognize it? LOL
Here is Main Street in downtown Hannibal. It was closed down for the annual Tom Sawyer Days.
Here is some flooding of the mighty Mississippi River. The very one, that Mark Twain writes about.
I remember seeing photos from my grandmother (on my mother’s side), of people in row boats outside their homes. They were floating by their second story windows! I was never there, during the floods.
And here is one last shot. This was taken from the lighthouse we walked up to. The Mississippi River.
Wait, here is one more shot. Now in a small town that is all about Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, Becky Thatcher, and Huck Finn, why or why would they want this for their main event in the town square? And look at the color of his scarf! Sad, sad, situation.
Quote from MIB (Men In Black), “Elvis isn’t dead. He just went home.”