The drive was beautiful. I went through Illinois, Indiana and Kentucky before I got to Tennessee. It happened so fast, I didn’t even know I was IN Illinois!
On my way out, I went past St. Louis. Maybe one day, I’ll get over to the Arch.
I started the day north of Nashville at Andrew Jackson’s Home/Museum.
Why can’t they just leave things be? No, it’s not cute.
Anyway….
From the website…
He was “tall and lanky with red hair and piercing blue eyes, Jackson was known for his fiery temper, fearlessness, playful personality and daring spirit.”
There were lots of references to his being a scrapper. He was in a duel and got shot in the chest! But he killed the other guy. Fightin’ over the ponies.
“His oldest brother Hugh died of heat stroke following the Battle of Stono Ferry in 1779. In 1781, Jackson and his brother Robert were captured. During their captivity, a British officer slashed Jackson with his sword after he refused to polish the officer’s boots. Additionally, both Andrew and Robert contracted smallpox in prison and were gravely ill when their mother arranged for their release in a prisoner exchange. Shortly after their release, Robert succumbed to the illness and died. Jackson survived.
After Jackson recovered, his mother traveled to Charleston to aid the war effort by nursing injured and sick soldiers. Tragically, while there, she contracted cholera and died, leaving Jackson an orphan at the young age of 14.”
Dang. Brother had a bit of a rough start. But, he was a fighter.
Oh the TREES! So many beautiful trees!
Not a tree. A well. It was deep.
I bet this is gorgeous in the spring and summer.
This deer was having a great run. Check him out!
Thank God for the sacrifices made by our countrymen who gave their lives to fight against the brutality and ugliness of slavery.
Nashville here I come…