M-I-SS-I-SS-I-PP-I, that is the way I learned to spell Mississippi!
Funny how some things stick in your head. I remember learning to spell Mississippi saying it kind of like a rhyme M-i-ss-i-ss-i-ppi and also h-i-p-po-pot-amus. Kind of like skipping rope to a tune, something that just sticks in your head and you don’t forget.
I grew up in a small town in Missouri that sat right on the Mississppi River. In fact, our first street is “Third Street”. I don’t really know what happened to First and Second Streets. Honestly, I don’t remember ever seeing them and this town is only about 6,000 in population. They may be there and I just overlooked them for 21 years. I was told the last time we visited family there that we do actually have a 1st and 2nd street. BUT, our first usable street that you can actually drive on is THIRD Street.
It was fun growing up in a small town and driving “the loop” was our entertainment on weekends. Having a levy that separated the town and the river was a fun place to go when it snowed to go sledding and also as teenagers and dating, seems like we drove down to the levy to look around. Back then, our pranks were (I should say this was my twin sister’s idea) was to make a dummy and have it’s arm hanging out of the trunk of our car while we drove “the loop”. We would also go out on the sand bars with our parents and brother. My dad actually make a speed boat that we would go out on and he would fish the Mississippi River and bring home lots of catfish that we enjoyed. Small towns are nice, you know everyone and everyone knows you.