We Are Here By Gibb's Pond
I have received several inquiries as to the exact location of Lulawissie. The answer is very easy; we are in the heart of Dixie, smack dab in the middle of Lulawissie County. Not too far from Atlanta, Charleston and Birmingham nestled at the foot of the Appalachians, just a stone’s throw from the Florida panhandle. The township is located on Hwy 420 just west of where it crosses Hwy 69. Hwy 420 becomes Lulawissie’s Main Street before it continues west out of the county toward Mississippi.
Now, we don’t mind visitors, especially during the Harvest Parade and Fair, the Table Tennis Tournament and the Annual Crappie Tournament. We welcome new friends to come and join us, to live here and attend our schools, churches and tour the Potato Chip factory. But we like to protect our wildlife. Hunting and fishing is allowed, but according to our county charter, outsiders must purchase a Lulawissie Hunting and/or Fishing permit at the Court House. Any type of scientific expeditions must be authorized by the County Commission as well, so don’t expect to waltz into Lulawissie County and expect to look for our Ivory Bills without registering at the courthouse first. There is a fee involved, so come prepared. If you have any questions, you may contact us here at Lulawissie@yahoo.com.
Our harvest Fair is coming up soon it will begin on Friday the 22nd of October and conclude on Sunday the 7th of November. The festivities will begin with a parade on the 22nd, with a special parade to pay tribute to the Ivory Billed Woodpeckers that live around the lake. (Anyone is welcome to join us, but all of you that choose to live an alternative lifestyle, please keep your preferences to yourself. The “Pecker Parade” incident we had in 2007 was not a welcomed event in our community, and any further such events will be met with extreme measures).
We have hotels in town and some out on the four-lane near the big discount store. There will be a celebration of the potato and corn harvests, a corn shucking contest, a potato peeling contest, and even cob and potato throwing contests. And, as always, the beer tent will be open during the whole event sponsored by Fahy’s Pub on Main Street. Father Mike will give the benediction of course and Pat Fahy and the Reverend Mother Veronica will serve up the beer.
I just got back in from fishing out at Gibb’s Pond, about a mile up the road. The sun was setting and the bass were biting at a pretty steady rate. On my first cast, I hooked up with a rather large fish, and he decided to keep my Rooster Tail. After that, the youngsters were biting, and I caught several that were about 10-12 inches long. It was a peaceful time out there, listening to the double knocking of the Ivory Bills in the trees. What a solemn place to appreciate all of nature’s beauty.
But as all good things must end, the sun was setting, the mosquitoes were hungry and I needed to get home to supper. I could almost smell Samantha’s pot roast as I headed down the dirt road to the house. What a sumptuous fare it was. I sit here writing these words with a full belly, contemplating a bowl of ice cream for dessert. You folks know what it’s like….it’s a form of gluttony.
To all of you, my friends, I will see you tomorrow.
The entire contents of this writing, and all writings previous to this one, including the name “Lulawissie”, are the original work of Delbert Banks and are protected by the copyright laws of the United States of America. © 2010 By Delbert Banks.
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