My daughter and I are making our way towards Pullman on this Memorial Day.
I flew out Saturday to Richmond, by way of Minneapolis (yes, I did use the bathroom, taking great care that my stance wasn't too wide.)
After being away for so long, I'm reminded once again of the history in this part of the country, thick as spiderwebs all around you.
My daughter's apartment, where I spent Saturday night, is near Hollywood Cemetery, where many of the pantheon of the Confederacy are interred.
On our way north out of Richmond, we passed places with names like Fredericksburg and Mount Vernon.
We spent last night in Hagerstown, MD, at the foot of South Mountain by the banks of Antietam Creek. Not far away were the bloody battlefields of Sharpsburg (Antietam to you Yankees) and Gettysburg.
We are about to enter the rolling hills of rural southern Pennsylvania, where we are told folks are bitterly clinging to their guns and their religion.
Talk about your Civil War....
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I went to Antietam when I was eight years old and I still remember it to this day. The single most bloody day in the Civil War.
Mount Vernon is a beautiful place. I remember going there from my Aunt and Uncle's old place in Port Tobacco MD. One interesting sidenote, my Aunt and Uncle's place was built on the old Mudd plantation. For you history buffs, Dr. Mudd helped John Wilkes Booth after the assasination of Lincoln.
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