Well this had it all for entrances... sweet smelling cotton fields and vineyards, once tabacco, horses penned behind white picket fences, a tree-lined drive, a circular (!) dovecote, freshly mown lawns, an ice house, giant magnolias and a splendid river view - that now includes the Honeywell Plant on the far bank - one of the world’s largest producers of caprolactam, used in nylon polymer for carpet, plastics and films.
It was peaceful and had been lived in by the family for 11 generations, including a Danish granny who needlepointed the dining room chairs in the 1970s, just like mine did; a female slave abolitionist, confederate politics yet gave safe harbor to wounded Union soldiers and of course their was the original English 'Shirley', the first Governor's wife, who never saw the plantation.
