It started out like any other day, such as punchin holes in the walls...
And layin around on a pile of diamonds...You know how we celebrities do! Perhaps it was the results of to much coffee...one never knows how these days get started like this. I think one of my sharpest diamonds polked me in the head at somepoint and the idea occurred to me that a nice mornin out for breakfast at the....
Nashville biscuit house! I mean I can always punch holes and lay on diamonds another time. The sweet air of this piticular Friday mornin had fallen much like a nice fall day. A cool southern breeze lazily driftin by as the birds sing in the trees and sky. The blue sky with the cottonball white puffy clouds was simply callin for another adventure from Bubba's Sock Drawer! I had heard rumors of another plantation I had to get out and visit at some point. I think I heard someone mention it was out in Franklin,TN. Bein a celebrity Sock Monkey I am and not interested in another tabloid romp at the grocery store check out line....I decided this would be a better way to spend my day! What did old Bubba do Possum's? I gather up my coffee and an ice chest of my favorite diet cola and head for the plantation. I called my driver on my Iphone and ask him to bring the car around.
The Carnton Plantation was as pretty as you please as I view the front of the plantation house. Once owned by the McGavock family of the 1800's. This plantation hosted the battle of Franklin back in the day.
This is the back of the house.
Standin on the back porch, I could visualize the soutern ladies sittin about sippin their iced tea.Their hoop skirts blowin in the breeze. Call it a movie set if you will and you can almost hear the confederate gentlemen out on the lawn, dismountin their horses to come up and join the ladies on the porch. The Gone with the wind theme playin in my head catches Miss O'hara slappin captain Butler off to the side and out of anyones sight.
The confederate garden right off the back porch pretty as a picture. I stroll through the garden puttin on Sock Monkey airs to no one but the breeze.
The white flowers grow in a rowe next to the veggies. Harvest time now off in the not to distant future or past if you will. Stay with me Possum's! Do try and keep up. I learned that this plantation was actually the battle ground and the house turned into a hospital. The wooden floors still have blood stains present from the long surgeries of long ago.
The slave quarters off the other end of the porch and weavin house.
The loom still intact and housed here for a hundred years or so.
I'm sorry to say our tour guide "John" had to many tours to supply us with a photo of me and him together as I try and do for my day outtins. So imagine if you will a rather tall man with grayin hair tellin us the story of long ago. You can see the passion in his eyes of the history he was informin us about.
He told us that 10,000 men died here on the plantation and are buried here.
Many of the graves are unmarked as no one knows whom they were. The ones that have been Identified were found by relatives here in the present day and have had grave stone markers made and placed at their final restin place. Many of the soldiers carried journals and folks were able to make a list of whom the might have been and the list was complied of modern book form.
I wasn't suppose to take this picture of the inside of the house, but ya'll know my itchy camera finger.
And so I leave you with another adventure and to close The Sock Drawer on this another day trip. Bubba
