In patrician Southern drawl, one steely haired matron introduces herself to another (in the parlor of the above house):
"It's so nice to meet you. I live in the house where Jefferson Davis died,
you know."
(many thanks again to the eminently gracious and entertaining Nathan of Laurel Street for a wonderful tour of uptown this weekend)
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No, I didnt know! Who was Jefferson Davis?
Bless her heart.
I love those ladies.
In Vicksburg you’re nobody unless you live in house with a cannon ball lodged in the wall somewhere and you have to lead guests around showing it off.
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