This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,

I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes

as each picks up were the previous left off.

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume I 
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume II

Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade

 

ADMONITION:

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!


WARNING:

The following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to read.

 

 

 

Chapter - 9

Feel the fire

 

The sully waters of the Ohio River flow steadily, snaking, bending and at times ostensibly turning back on itself as it proceeds on its quest to pair off with the mighty Mississippi River at the junction of three states, Kentucky, Illinois and Missouri. The combined waters continue to flow south past Tennessee, Arkansas, and Mississippi before cutting through Louisiana. Despite its muddy brown water, and its sand, sludge, and gravel bars that line its plentiful crooks and cambers many say the Mississippi is a lady whose beauty is beyond description. She flows past countless towns and cities that owe their livelihoods to her inexhaustible waters.

A few miles above the Gulf of Mexico the Mississippi River begins to spill into smaller river passages. One of the better known of these passages is the Grand Pass, which begins near Venice, Louisiana; applie named as its streets and often underwater. The Grand Pass splits off once into the Tiger Pass and the two passages flow only a short time before being lost within the Gulf and eventually the Atlantic Ocean.

The flow of the Grand Pass and the flow of the Tiger Pass encircle a bit of land that, despite its smallish size is credited for over 30 recorded deaths and it is widely believed that more then 100 people have lost their lives on the island.

Officially, the island has no name, however, the folks that live in those parts refer to it as The Dragon Nursery or Dragon Island due to the fact that is a nesting ground for a winged creature once believed to be extinct. No it’s not a fire-breathing reptile, but during the spring and early summer months it rules the skies for a hundred of miles in all directions. If you ever see just one or two you’ll find yourself in awe of it but if you were to ever see them in mass you might as well lay down because you’ll be dead soon enough. It is a species of Dragon Fly that is only found living near the mouth of the Mississippi River.

There are no bridges to cross from the main land to Dragon Island. The only way to and from the island is by boat. Prior to September 12, 2005 when Hurricane Katrina flooded the Mississippi River and covered much of southern Louisiana with water, if someone had the notion to do so, they could have walked across Dragon Island however during the hurricane the center of the island sank beneath the water surface leaving the island resembling more an oblong horseshoe than an island.

Long before my arrival in Venice, Louisiana, during a particularly bad storm, a ship commanded by Captain Benjamin Mecums had run aground while trying to navigate the flooded mouth of the Mississippi River. Some days later, as the waters around the ship abated, the captain and his crew were eventually forced to surrender any hope of ever getting their ship back to sea.

It is at this point that recorded history ends and local legends begin. Some believe that the captain and crew died of fever; others say they died at the hands of the local Indians and still others believe that the current residence of Venice, Louisiana are descendant of the original crew who had taken native brides and settled the land. Aside from myself and a few close trusted friends, no one actually knows the true fate of the Banachelli crew except for one family whose origins go back to Captain Benjamin Mecums.

After abandoning his ship, he married a young native girl and settled down on what is now known as The Dragon Nursery.

The entire island has been in the Mecums family ever since. Though the history books don’t mention it, Benjamin Mecums was one of the few black men to ever own black slaves. He became a cotton farmer, and used it to produce what was soon known as the finest cotton diapers to come out of the Deep South.

For thirty years he grew cotton until he died of smallpox in 1905. By then an entire band of Mecums populated the island, and were quite adept at growing and producing cloth diapers. The Mecums were renowned for their diapers, though notoriety was not something they required, nor wanted for themselves. They were cagey and secluded, immensely secretive and intensely devoted to keeping others from intruding into their little part of the world and disrupting their livelihood. Throughout the generation they continued to present themselves as simple cotton farms, and it was well known that they produced cotton and were prosperous. The Mecums Cloth Diaper Company was very noticeable on the mainland just across the Tiger Pass. They professed to be lawful citizens, attending church and sending their kids to school but they were anything but lawful.

Prior to the invention of disposable diapers by Marion Donovan in 1950, Mecums Cotton Diapers could not be produced fast enough. They were shipped up the Mississippi and hauled by train, as far north as Boston. During the height of the family run business the Mecums family and their company was managed by a miserly woman named Buttercup Mecums, great-great-great-great granddaughter of Captain Benjamin Mecums. Buttercup was trained at a young age that the greatest earnings came from not paying taxes which was easy to do when dealing only in cold, hard cash. And thanks to Buttercups stern business sense, the family fortune grew like never before.

Though it could never be proved, it was widely believe that anyone with any amount of power within the region had been bought, bribed or blackmailed by the Mecums. Anyone that ever tried to stand against the Mecums generally turned up missing or had an over-night change of heart. For the better part of the fifth and sixth decade of the nineteenth century, the Mecums ran southern Louisiana by filling the elected officials’ pockets. It was rumored that they bought elections outright by secretly and generously funding their own politicians.

Toward the latter part of the 1960’s the demand for cotton diapers was on a steady decline as disposable diapers were gaining notoriety. Since generations of Mecums had been raised and taught to deal out­side the law, they began to branch out into other lines of business. Before long many of the Mecums began to move away from their island and migrate farther and farther north opening a full range of shops and businesses and though a few actually ran honest, reputable businesses, most continued their shadowy dealing even into the twenty-first century.

In the spring of 1961 a young Mecums boy graduated high school and the next day was one of the first to leave Louisiana to seek his fortune in New York City. He didn’t quite make it to New York but instead settled in a part of Ohio where his family name still had some influence and commanded a measure of respect. With his family name he managed to procure a job within the local police force; a job perfectly suited toward his inherited abilities. He met and married the daughter of the police chief and in due time his wife gave birth to a beautiful baby-girl; they named her Yolanda which means modest violet flower. Yolanda eventually grew up to follow in her fathers’ footsteps and prove her name wrong.

 

Chapter 10

 

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