After the long, 65 mile, ride to Grove Hill, I took a day off, and rode to Coffeeville, Lindon, Livingston, and here, Aliceville. Yesterday’s ride was my favorite so far. I got out at the crack of dawn, when the weather was coolest. This part of the route took me on smaller farm roads. A half hour would pass before any cars interrupted the birdsong that followed me the whole way. I arrived in Aliceville around noon, just as it was getting hot, took a shower, ate lunch, and headed to the Aliceville History Museum. Aliceville was the site of a WWII prisoner of war camp, and they kept a museum to commemorate the moment. They housed as many as 6,000 POWs. Determined to meet the Geneva Conventions, the military fed the prisoners as well as they would feed their own soldiers. That meant, sometimes, they had better rations than the local population, but if there were conflicts about that, they didn’t come up in the museum, and the camp seemed to inject economic life into the community.
Peddling, learning, teaching. I’m loving your journey!
What a splendid adventure through history, thanks for taking us along!
My absolutely favorite photo caption so far: "Cows quietly munching on green grass." :-)
I am learning a lot of history while you travel by bike and post. Thank you!!