An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
I have learned something new today. Just because you are heading west, and turn left, it doesn’t mean that you will be going south. Don’t ask! Heh.
As always, when I go anywhere, I am the consummate tourist! Ok, let’s face it! I’m downright nosey! Gotta see what I can see! I lived in Virginia for quite a few years, and saw quite a bit of the state, but I had never been to Manassas. Well, since I was driving right through it, I didn’t see the harm in turning left off the U.S. highway to snoop a bit. I mean, after all, it was there, I was there….why not! And me, being me, had to take a few pictures. (click to embiggen)
Henry House. Obviously a reconstruction, since the original was obliterated.
The Grave of Our Dear Mother
Killed near this spot, (?), the explosion of shells, in her dwelling, during the battle of the 21st of July, 1861.
When killed she was in her 85th year, and confined to her bed by the infirmities of age.
Someone took some serious time and care carving all that on the headstone.
What I thought was cool was a picture of a picture that was sitting inside the house.
Well, obviously, I stepped out the back door to get the picture, but really thought it was kind of cool.
And there he is….Stonewall Jackson!
Obviously, I had to pick up an item or two in the gift shop. I mean it wouldn’t be ME if I didn’t, right? Besides, I needed a clean t-shirt!
Sticking to the U.S. highway, instead of getting back on the Interstate, was a lot less stressful…. not to mention a lot more scenic! I turned off to check out the apple cider, which I couldn’t buy cuz I didn’t have a cooler. Suppose to keep it cold y’know, especially if it’s totally homemade! It looked a lot like Ireland around there, with the piled up stone walls. Got a kick out of this row of tiny little houses.
There were people actually living in them. I mean they were like a playhouse ya might find in someone’s backyard. Took the pic from my back window, so ya can’t really tell. But trust me when I tell ya they were itty bitty!
Then, I finally had to get on the freeway.
Now, I’m ensconced in another motel room……somewhere. Oh yeah….Wytheville. (Had to look on the phone.) Still got over 500 miles to go. sigh….
Welp, at least Chris made it home in one piece, even if she is sick!