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Indianola

I was reading online today and saw an announcement for the opening of the B.B. King Blues Museum, located in Indianola, Mississippi. B.B. King was born there, and I served part of my mission there. We actually lived in Cleveland, but spent one or two days each week in Indianola. The local legend was that the town was named after an Indian maiden named Ola. At the time, it was quite a small town, but cute. I have memories of driving along B.B. King Boulevard, which was the town's major thoroughfare. I think there was also a Lucille Street (named after his guitar).

I also have memories of there being a bayou right there in town, and Cypress trees growing out of the water. I was there in the summer, June to August, and I recall it being horribly hot and humid. We would go on appointments, and see people out in the cotton fields. It looked like back-breaking labor - pretty much bent over all day long. And if you ever see a cotton plant, you'll notice they are not the easiest things in the world to have to work with. They can really tear your fingers up.

One time we went to eat lunch at a McDonald's, and some members saw us there. We went to their home later, and the Father got stern with us, saying "If I ever see y'all at Mac-Donald's again, you're going to be in trouble." Because he felt that we should come to their home for food if we were in town, and if they were not home, we were to walk in and serve ourselves. Now that's good people.

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