Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Biloxi Seafood Museum Part II

  The Maritime & Seafood Industry Museum in Biloxi, Miss., offers an extensive collection of boats, equipment and informational displays about the seafood industry and the boats that serve that industry. 

A number of photographs were shared in Part One. Here are some more pictures of the museum. Click on the images to make them larger.


Lots of Knots










A lighthouse light


Outboard motor collection


A special room telling about the hurricanes



A special display featuring the Vietnamese fishermen who settled locally


An environmental/ecological overview of the industry


Biloxi's Seafood Industry Museum

 The Maritime & Seafood Industry Museum at the bridge in Biloxi, Miss., offers an extensive collection of boats, equipment and informational displays about the seafood industry and the boats that serve that industry. The facility is a three story modern building filled with full-size boats, numerous scale models, and panels explaining everything from shrimping, crabbing and oystering, the history of Biloxi, and even a timeline of the horrific hurricanes that have ravaged the area and industry.

Here are some pictures of the museum. Click on the images to make them larger. 


Dozens of boat models


Lanterns of all kinds


The Industry Heritage Research Center






The Blessing of the Fleet is a big deal.



Lots of info on boat construction, including a cross-section. 


A Lapeyre shrimp peeling machine that revolutionized the industry 



Plus boats of every kind popular with area folks



A history of Biloxi in photographs




Many artistic renderings of boats in action


They even have a large-scale model of a submarine


Artifacts from the Coast Guard's Biloxi cruiser









Tuesday, September 2, 2025

When Memories Meander

 It's getting to the point where I know and hear about more people coming down with dementia. It's concerning. But having dealt with friends and relatives who have experienced this in their own lives, I decided to write a poem about the issue. 

Here it is.

The New Land 

There comes a time it's hard to rhyme,
No longer can we reason,
We fail to find peace of mind,
Clear thoughts are out of season.

Memories are like the breeze,
They touch, they light, they fly,
Together we made some memories,
On that we could rely.

But the loss is clear, as is the fear,
Memories no longer there,
No sense of when, what would have been,
Or why it was, or where.

Who people were, him and her,
No longer we remember,
Paths we've taken, now forsaken,
Our minds a dying ember.

You may deem that some things seem, 
Little different than before,
But to me, each day I see,
A new world to explore.

From my point of view, all things are new,
I may seem out of touch,
Wondering just what's the cause,
Of why you care so much.

Mystery surrounds me,
A familiar face? But no,
Yesterday I was okay,
But today, not quite so.

So what’s in store? Each day there’s more,
New foods full of flavor,
New friends to meet, new things to eat,
New things to see and savor.

And once again, we can befriend,
Each other day by day,
No longer doubt or feel odd about,
Each going our separate way.

So don’t feel sad or even mad,
That I don’t remember you.
Just introduce yourself each day,
And together we’ll see this through.

What and who may matter not,
As long as we survive,
Each day I stand in this new land,
And feel it's good to be alive.

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 Another poem that may be of interest is "Memories of Memories," or the importance of keeping a family photo album/scrapbook. 

 Memories of Memories

I remember many memories,
But there comes a time at last,
I lose those recollections,
Of things and days long past.
 
Bringing to my aging mind,
Thoughts of people I once knew,
Locations that I visited,
Places that I once flew.
 
Now it is those memories,
That tend to fly away,
So I pause to write them down,
Find pictures that show that day.
 
Across the years my thoughts are strewn,
Of people, places, events,
And I wonder just how soon,
My memories won’t make sense.
 
A day I will be wondering,
What really happened when,
Of who did what to who I knew
And why it happened then.
 
So write them down, make a list.
Of memories you now treasure,
Not only benefits you, my friend,
But your family beyond measure.
 
It helps to every now and then,
Look back and then recall,
People who helped along the way,
And how you did it all.
 
The little things that we ignored,
The challenges we braved,
All of those are memories,
That should somehow be saved.
 
We call them up and write them down.
Find pictures that we took,
Identify folks from left to right,
And fill the old scrapbook.
 
In days to come we will enjoy,
Seeing things we had forgotten,
The people we at one time knew,
The paths that we had trodden.
 
A handheld scrapbook may now seem quaint,
But it may be worth a look,
Cause when memories become memories,
It becomes your favorite book.