The Hermitage - Part 2

If you ever make it to Tennessee

you really need to stop in 

and visit The Hermitage. 

If you like touring old

historical homes then you 

will love this one. 

The below pic is from the 

internet.

Since we visited at night I 

was not able to get any good

pics of the outside. 

Pic below is of the backside

of the house. Both the front

and back have really long porches.

HAHA...hard to believe I am a 

photographer with the blurry pics

I put on my blog that I take with my

cell phone.

Anyway, the blurry pic below

is the side of the house that

faces the garden and tomb.

Here is the grave of the 

only non family member 

buried in the garden. This 

is the grave of Uncle

Alfred, a slave of Jackson's.

 He was born and raised

at the Hermitage and was 

a big help in later years

to Andrew Jackson. 

He was 96 years old when

 he past. 

When tours were started 

at The Hermitage,

Alfred conducted them. 

Family members - 

distant most

of them. The last was

 buried in 1976.

The Tomb.

Facing the tomb as I was 

Andrew Jackson would be

laid to rest on the right.

Rachel to the left.

Okay...that is all of 

the Hermitage....

well first let me tell 

a funny story~

When I worked at the

 Hermitage, in 

the gift shop, it was a 

small brick building.

That has been torn down

 now and a bigger

one was built. But the 

guards booth was

right outside of the gift shop.

 There was one

there during the day and 

a different one

at night. The night guard 

would have to 

walk the grounds during 

the night, clocking

in at different points. 

On the way to clock out 

this one evening,

I past the guard. I knew

 he was new and 

the woman I was walking 

with, my 

boyfriends mom stopped

 to talk to him.

He did inform us that it 

was his first 

night. Sammie and I

 proceeded to tell

him that Andy sometimes 

came back

at night to visit the place.

 We kept on 

and on about it as we

 talked. Not thinking

a lot about it. Later

 that night, the 

grounds man that lived

 on the grounds

behind the carriage 

house got a call, 

our guard was scared

 to death. He kept

hearing things. Pretty 

sure he heard

Andy laughing. OOPS....

The guard never came back. 

Moving on.....

I cleaned on the living room 

yesterday. I decided that I know

longer needed this stool, which I 

kept covered with a light weight

throw and this chair that I was given

for photo props but it was just

too big to drag around.

Out to the road it went.

I even covered it with a tarp 

last night. Uncovered this morning but

when I came home today it was still there,

GOODWILL got these two items. 

I should have known there was 

a name for this. Just never thought

much about it but I do know several

folks that can't have their food touching.

LOVE THIS....I don't have

an old antique tool box like this

but I could make one and 

bang it up to look old.

I love the way it is hung.