In his memoir, Life on the Mississippi (1899),

Mark Twain had a conversation

with an Uncle Mumford.

Uncle Mumford comments,  “Stack Island. I remembered Stack Island; also called Lake Providence, Louisiana – which is the first distinctly Southern-looking town you come to, downward-bound; lies level and low, shade trees hung with venerable gray beards of Spanish moss, ‘restful, pensive, Sunday aspect about the place.”

Although traffic along the Mississippi river has changed from passenger boats to river barges, Lake Providence still feels like Sunday.  We invite you to stay a while if you are here to attend a reunion, graduation, hunt or fish with family and friends. Even if you are just passing through as you go up and down Highway 65, stop and patronize our businesses along the way. Once you stop, you too may find you want to spend some time with us.