I don’t normally accompany my husband on his business trips, but after some mild convincing, I found myself in a plush room at the Hawthorne Plantation. The Hawthorne Plantation touts itself as the largest, most authentic plantation in the Carribean. If you want to be pampered, this is supposed to be the place to go. I needed a getaway, and this seemed perfe...
Missy Anne, and her husband, owned a cotton plantation, in south Carolina. The plantation, was 200 acres, it had 12 slaves for house duties, and 200 slaves, for field duties. Missy Anne's husband, was a drunk, and philanderer. He was never at home, and his foreman Dick strong, was in charge of the place, most of the time. Missy Anne, was exited. Tomorrow,...
It was October 31. Halloween. A night for haunts, spooks, tricks and treats. The night when the worlds between the living and the dead overlapped and they could celebrate together, or so the local legends tell me. The deep south was especially rich in history and chilling tales of deceased plantation owners and their families roaming their lands amongst the...
The buzz of an incessant fly, soaring around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, curled up on the soft goose down comforter that her maid, Neena, had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and...
After a 4 hour bumpy carriage ride into Charleston, Seth waited in his room for his mother to greet him. He had not seen his mother in three months, and was now waiting for her to show him his new brother. Seth liked the city, but enjoyed the open space of his family's plantation. Having a house in the city and a large plantation meant he was forced to trave...
Bella sat with her husband, Clarance, trying to enjoy the fine spring weather. Unfortunately for her, Clarance had to ruin it with his boorish voice. "Andrew Johnson deserved to win the election!" he boomed, cake spewing from his mouth. Bella tried to hold back the disgust on her face. "What was that, dear?" "Have you not been listening to me, woman?" O...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
Author's note. Although this stands alone as a bawdy romp through Victorian America, it might be advisable to read the earlier parts first to gain an understanding of the story and characters. *** Amanda smiled sweetly. Her foresight in telling Oliver Strand the Deputy Lieutenant Governor of Georgia and by some margin the most influential man in the Stat...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
The buzz of an incessant fly, buzzing around her bed, gently woke Mitzee from her afternoon nap. She was lying across her double feather bed, dressed only in her bloomers and a blouse, and curled up on a soft goose down comforter that her maid Neena had quilted for her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. There it was again. It was becoming annoying. She wanted it to stop, and...