I've been there a few times, and I recommend it as a place to see, but in the daylight.
Here's some more history from another site
Celebrate the past and the present at Kemper County Mississippi ( November 6, 2008 )
... By information obtained from Juanice Evans, Executive Director, Kemper County Chamber of Commerce, the county reports a rich history even though little is known of the first inhabitants of the area.
The first recorded history begins with Native Americans, the land of the Choctaw Nation.
One Choctaw legend gives Nanih Waiya Mound
(located northeast of Philadelphia Mississippi, off of State Highway 393)as the birthplace of the Choctaw Nation.
The Nanih Waiya Mound and Village Park are listed on the National Register of History.
For more information: call (662) 724-2770.
The first white settlers may have arrived in the Kemper County area by the latter half of the 18th century as they established farmsteads and trading posts.
These settlers were in place when Andrew Jackson built the Jackson Military Road from Nashville to New Orleans.
Known today as the Old Jackson Road, parts of Jackson Military Road are still in use.
The 1830 Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek officially ceded the area, and on December 23 1833, the Mississippi Legislature created Kemper County --
naming it in honor of the Kemper brothers, Ruben, Nathan, and Samuel.Ruben Kemper, at 6' 6" was a giant of a man, even for those days, and served as a spy for General Jackson during the War of 1812.
Dekalb, the county seat of government, was named for Baron Johan Dekalb,
a German soldier serving under French General Lafayette during the Revolutionary War.After being wounded 13 times, the Baron gave his life for American independence at the Battle of Camden in South Carolina,
an area that reputedly gave Kemper County some of its early settlers.
It was during this time that Sciple's Mill became into existence and the mill is still in operation.
Mr. Edward Sciple is the present day owner of the mill located 10 miles northwest of Dekalb.
The mill was built on the site around 1790 by a Dr. Hunnelly
and was purchased by the Sciple family between 1830 and 1850.
Since that time there have been seven generations of Sciples working the mill.
The mill is powered by a Leffel Water Turbine Wheel, which develops 250 to 300 horsepower.
The mill can grind 32 bushels of corn or wheat per hour.
The present day wheel was placed in operation in 1880.
The mill museum is open for tours (free admission) 8 am to 3 pm on weekdays except during deer season.
On weekends, visitors can tour the grounds only.
The old mill building is a virtual museum of 19th century as there are displayed tools
and implements of every kind that hang from the ceiling and the walls.
Most of the school children in this area have toured Sciple's Mill
and arrive home with wide-eyed amazement to tell their parents and grandparents all about the water mill.
I must tell you that in addition to the mill museum, there is another opportunity at Sciple's Mill.
It's a musical opportunity.
Every Saturday night beginning at 5:00 pm, the mill house is open for music and dance.
Again, there's no admission fee, no smoking, no liquor, and no bad language allowed --
a time of fun for all ages. Musicians come out to sing their songs-- from Blue Grass to Gospel, Country and a little Rock-n-Roll too.
Mr. Sciple says, "When it gets too hot, we'll just jump in the creek."
One more thing>
Grist for the Mill, January 2, 2010
Chew on this
Grist mills were once a focal point in any early American community just 60 or 70 years ago (all the way back to 200 years ago).
However, in just these recent years, people living in America have witnessed such a rapid transition of livelihood,
such monuments of our history are easily forgotten; their relevance a ghostly whisper from the past.
In any town, village, or city across countries and across continents grains have served as a necessary part of providing sustenance and life.
The symbolism I would like to associate with grist mills of our early American experience is exactly that sustenance they were an integral part of everyday life.
They were places of gathering and community.
They provided fresh ground grain which is unheard of or almost inaccessible in this day and age.
The nutritional potency of fresh ground grain is far greater compared to what we find on the shelves of the supermarket.
Store-bought white flour is nothing short of dead
(ok, maybe a bit dramatic how about barely kickin?)before it graces our lovely tongues;
there are practically no nutrients left in this over-processed flour
(thats why it always needs to be fortified!).As a food activist, it doesnt take much effort to put the pieces together the agro-industrial complex has bitten us in the ass.
Its not pretty folks.
I visited Sciples Mill in Dekalb, Mississippi today.
My mother took me to this mill when I was in middle school.
I still remember the trip. We hung out with Edward Sciples, the mill man and he showed us around.
My grandmother and sister were with us as well.
I actually have pictures of us sitting in a pile of grain sacks
(my sister in I in peg-leg rolled jeans and baggy sweatshirts).At that time in my life, the grist mill didnt mean much to me.
It was one of those trips that my mom thought would be enriching for her children.
I had no idea what was going on at the time. I barely knew how to cook for myself,
much less ponder on the origin and quality of my food.
Flash forward about 20 years, and the grist mill takes on an entirely new meaning.
I am currently staying with my mom for a few months in Mississippi after living in San Francisco and Eastern Europe (and the former Soviet Union) for the past 10 years.
Looking back, I realize that much of my time and energy after college (and Mississippi) has been concerned with food and how I feed myself.
And, this makes sense considering the swirl of fashionable foods, diet fads, and ways of eating that I have diligently kept at arms length
while bush-waking through the world to find my own way of eating.
Jessica Prentice in her book Full Moon Feast writes about her troubled relationship with food as a youth
and how isolated she felt in her struggle to feed herself and feel satisfied.
She says that it never occurred to me
that all of America might be suffering from what journalist Michael Pollan would later call our national eating disorder.
... My mom and I bought some grits and yellow corn meal and left our money in the honor box.
I love the honor box.
I suppose Edward doesnt like customer service.
Why is this so satisfying!?Well, I guess I do know.
There are layers to this transaction:Thats why it felt good.
a native, traditional food adopted by European colonists,
a energy-efficient water-powered mill operating since 1790,
family-owned and operated for 5 generations,
and a locally produced food
(however, I dont know the varietal of corn genetically-modified??? dont know).
(By the way, due to a recent tornado, the mill has fallen into disrepair.
If any of you out there want to fund/help out with a great project
check into helping the Sciples get their mill going again!)
And, Ive been making tons of cornbread since this recent Thanksgiving due to an amazing recipe that has fallen into my lap:
1 1/2 c buttermilk (or kefir/yoghurt)
1 T honey
1/2 t salt
1/2 t baking soda
Stir this together.
Then stir in:
1 1/2 c corn meal
1/2 c whole wheat flour (or kamut/spelt)
1/4 c butter, melted
Cook in a round skillet at 425 for 30 minutes.
I would suggest mixing honey and butter together to slop on the cornbread.
Take my word for it
The first few times I made this cornbread, I bought Fully Belly Farm cornmeal from Bi-Rite Grocery in San Francisco.
... Heres a little poem written by Edward thats outside his mill door:
This little hamlet called Sciples Mill
Surely must have been the Masters will
Tho the timbers are worn from rain and storm
The turbines still turn to grind the corn
The water ripples as it flows along
The birds chirp and sing their song
It is so quiet, so peaceful and still
It surely must have been the Masters will
To have a place like Sciples Mill
posted on 08/26/2013 2:40:31 AM PDT
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I love places like this. Thanks for posting it.
posted on 08/26/2013 2:45:40 AM PDT
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This is just one reason I love my home state. “Old times there are not forgotten.”
Wherever I go, no matter how far I roam in this world, I know that Mississippi is where I belong and, someday, where I will return.
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posted on 08/26/2013 6:35:53 AM PDT
To: Yosemitest; WKB
Love old mills .... this is the one where I buy stone ground corn grits when I'm in the area: Wade's Mill
posted on 08/26/2013 8:22:35 AM PDT
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Thanks for the info. will look them up, I sure would like some stone ground grits. Country ham, red eye gravy, eggs, buttermilk biscuits and grits. A nice alternative to bacon, eggs, buttermilk biscuits and buttered grits.
What’s the most important meal of the day?
“The next one.” -— Hagar The Horrible —
posted on 08/26/2013 12:07:41 PM PDT
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