03/03/2026
Childhood Memories
Some call this folk art.
True story
I don’t know if you had someone like this growing up in your neighborhood, but on Airport Road in Louisville MS we had a lady called Ms Ionna who lived back out in the woods in a wraggly old broke down shack, all alone (The first picture I called “The Way To Ms Ionna’s House). The clothes I always saw her in seemed to be made of raggedy croker sack material. Her shoes were made out of black leather inner tubes tied together. And she had really long thick webbed hair (dreadlocks now but we didn’t call them that then), which was always tied up with the same croker sack material as her clothes. When I was a child I thought Ms Ionna was a scary and crazy old lady who was always mumbling words I couldn’t understand. But Ms Ionna had the most beautiful pear and peach fruit trees with the most delicious fruit on them that I ever seen or had. She also planted a beautiful yearly vegetable garden done all by hand with simply a garden hoe. Her yard didn’t have any grass in it and she swept it with a straw broom. Not a twig nor any leaves were in it (Pictured “Ms Ionna Sweeping Her Yard”).
Although a lot of us kids were scared of her, we wanted some of those delicious fruits. And though it wasn’t right we got them any way we could(well some of us did). We didn’t have much either and I don’t remember much fruit being in our house except for Christmas. So her fruit was a treat. Looking back, we didn’t have to do that. Because when she saw us out there peeping from around the trees, she would motion us to come on and get some. She kept a long stick to knock them down for us, all awhile mumbling that strange language scaring us to death. She gave us as many as we wanted. We didn’t have bags to put them in. So, we would stretch our shirts out as far as they would go and load our fruit up in them (Pictured “Ms Ionna Knocking Down Pears For Us). When we got loaded up, we would run away as fast as we could without even saying “thank you.” We would be so happy when we got back out of those woods from Ms Ionna’s house, and we always had enough fruit to share with other friends and siblings . If I could go back and apologize to her, I would. Because now I realize how smart and wise Ms Ionna was. She was just different. I also believe she probably knew that we were out there taking her fruit many times than not. She ran us off a couple of times, but not many. And that was probably to teach us to not take things that wasn’t ours.
My plan is to put more of my thoughts of Ms Ionna and other Airport Rd memories down on canvas.