Three houses, three stories

Sue’s prompt today is, “house.”

Since I couldn’t think of one big story about a house, here are three small stories about three houses.

We had to hightail it up to Michigan when my nieces were born, but we had time to see some sights on the way home.

One of the sights we saw was the place where Abraham Lincoln was born.

The 16th president was born in 1809, in a small cabin on the Lincoln family farm in Kentucky.

The cabin is gone now, but there’s a memorial where it once stood.

Inside the memorial is a replica of the cabin, which provided an excellent caption for pictures.

I was a little bummed when I found out the cabin wasn’t the original Lincoln logs, but it was still cool to think about how a boy born in such a humble house worked his way into history in one of the most famous houses in the world.

The White House loomed large up close on a hot, June afternoon last year.

I stood under tents in a long security line and held proof of my visit registration and my passed background check.

I was excited about the history in the famed house, but I was also excited when I got a “Roll Tide” in the line.

The couple in front of us was from Tuscaloosa. Small world.

I finally made inside for the actual security check and then the self-guided tour of White House rooms named for colors.

It was all fancy, of course, and I spent most of the tour dumbfounded by all of the history which must have taken place in those rooms.

We were hurried along when it came time for the staff to get ready for an event in the current state dining room, which served as Thomas Jefferson’s office and is the room where Lewis and Clark’s expedition was planned.

My sister and I drove around Atlanta for a while to find a spot to park.

When she parallel parked on a curb with some skillful driving and a backup camera, we took to the sidewalk and set out for our destination.

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This is the Margaret Mitchell house in Atlanta. The first view is the front of the house the way it originally looked in the late 1800s when it was built. The second is the back entrance, as it looked when Mitchell lived and wrote Gone With the Wind there. She worked as a reporter before she wrote the book in Apartment 1 of the house. Apartment 1 looks as it looked when Mitchell and her husband, John Marsh, lived there. The tiles in the entryway are original, as are the hardwood floors in the room. The museum also houses props from the movie, including Rhett's portrait of Scarlett. I'm not sure it's clear in the picture, but the indentation where Clark Gable's glass hit the portrait is still visible on the bottom right. The Tara doorway set is also part of the movie exhibit. #georgia #latergram

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Margaret Mitchell lived with her husband in Apartment 1 of a house on Crescent Avenue in Atlanta when she wrote Gone With the Wind.

The tiles in the apartment doorway and the hardwood floors are original.

The house was worthy the stop.

There’s also a good museum with exhibits on Mitchell, her career as a reporter and Gone With the Wind.

There are props from the movie, too. I’ve seen bits and pieces of it.

A while back I started to wonder how much I’ve missed because I haven’t read many books people have deemed “classics.”

I haven’t attempted Gone With the Wind yet.

It’s lengthy. It would take a lot of time and, frankly, my dear…you know the rest.


  1. Casey: Well done! As a history buff I enjoyed reading it. On the lighter side I have not read Gone With the Wind and don’t intend to as I have seen the movie at least 3 times. That’s enough for me! There are better books to read and not as long (ha ha).

    1. Thank you. I’ve seen some of the movie. I’m not sure if I’ve ever stuck with it all the way through.

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