Last day in Baton Rouge

For our last day my dad and his wife suggested we tour the LSU Rural Life Museum. They live in Mississippi and were kind enough to meet us in Baton Rouge so that we didn't have to drive an hour and a half to them. 

I had taken the kids to the Rural Life Museum years ago with my mother when they were rowdy little hellions that I had trouble controlling. One of my boys ended up breaking an antique bottle after which we received a very stern lecture from a nun. Oy. It was a less than pleasant memory. But my youngest boy who was with me on this trip has matured by leaps and bounds since then. I am no longer afraid of taking him places. :)

I am happy to report no broken bottles and a lovely, lovely visit. We learned a lot about how life was lived in mid-nineteenth century Louisiana. It made us grateful for all the modern conveniences we enjoy today.  Of course, I can imagine how our "modern technology" will look in 150 years. People will probably look at our iphones and wonder how we carried around those enormous phones, or laugh at the way it looks. A future generation will wonder how we lived such archaic lives. Isn't that strange to imagine?

*gasp* They actually carved MURDERED on his tombstone. Wow.

Is this some sort of lily? Anyone? They looked like flames in between the tulips.

My dad and Michael acting all gangsta

These enormous bumble bees were everywhere. I loved the way they hovered in the air. Wish I could've gotten a clearer shot.

Chicken coop and outhouse.

My dad the ham, and lover of all sorts of wild creatures and their skulls. :)

Michael, Darleen, Daddy

Young Hermes in Windrush Gardens (part of the Rural Life Museum)

As we sat inside an old church my dad noticed this crawling out from one of the pews and called me over to photograph him. He correctly identified it as a Skink. Notice how one of his nails is overlapping the other one.