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The Walker and the Wheelchair

In my life I have attended dozens of estate sales, as many of you have. Some estates really do have spectacular things. Other sales reveal the unusual interests of the people who lived there, and often I discover once-admired collections now priced at a fraction of what they originally cost. Estate sales can be an exciting experience, and a profitable one. I remember the Kroell estate sale.  I was too young to buy anything then, but I recall as a child how the adults were astonished by the heavy Victorian furniture in the house.  Many people in town only wanted a look inside, because stories circulated that one room actually had leather wallpaper that required oiling to keep it from cracking.   My aunt bought some books with the sisters' names inside the front cover.  Did you know someone photographed the entire interior of the house before it was destroyed?  Many reading this have much greater knowledge than I do about the Kroells. I also remember Dr. and Mrs. Napier's estat
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My Most Frightening Experience

  My love of history began when I was a child.  Maybe it was the arrowheads I would find in our back field along Shoal creek.   Maybe it was the broken pieces of mule chains that would wash up in the red gullies on our farm ( now Orr Park)  after a summer storm.  Or perhaps it was the square nails I would dig out of tin buckets sitting in dark corners of the hay barn.   I became a hunter and gatherer of old things.  My grandmother gave me the blue fruit jars discarded in her basement.   To me , anything old was valuable.  Knowing this about me will help you to understand what led me to experience the most frightening event of my life.  Miss  Dearborn lived in one of Montevallo's  old Victorian homes.    That was not her real name. I'm not telling you her real name.    Some of you may have heard of her.   Some of you might have been friends with her.   I don't want anyone to know who she really was.   If there ever were people named Dearborn who lived in Montevallo, it was n

Murder of Montevallo Physician Shocks the Community

Rev. Joseph Prentice,  who believed in equal education for all. Judge Mitchell T. Porter, son of Dr. Mitchell Askew Porter and wife Mary Margaret Wade. Dr. Mitchell A. Porter 's death on the 10th of October 1825 was one of Montevallo's first great tragedies.  He was spending Sunday at his home near the intersection of Island and Shelby Street when his father in law, Mr. Reuben Wade, wanted him to look at some land for sale. Dr. Porter, being a devout Methodist, did not want to go,  saying that nothing of a business nature should transpire on Sunday.  An argument ensued, and Mr. Wade stabbed his son-in-law with a knife.  Dr.  Porter died the next day, a month before his 28th birthday.   His wife , Mary Margaret Porter, was the only witness to the murder.  Feelings around the town were so intense that the trial was moved to Jefferson County. Mrs. Porter gave such an emotional account of the event, pleading for the life of her father, and yet, at the same t

Highland Cattle

I won my second Highland Cattle painting this week.  I am excited to get it.  It has a small area needing repair but  I can take care of that. 

Hudson River Painting

I won this Hudson River painting from an auction house in South Carolina on December 22nd.   I have just received it today after a two month delay.  They are the worst for delivering things .  I paid for it the day I won it!  I thought I'd never get it but it has finally arrived and I love it. 

Silhouettes and Miniature portraits.

Here is part of my small collection. These are all pre-1850

So very hot in Alabama

The sunflowers have done really well but required watering daily.   The althea bush , or Rose of Sharon, always performs.  I planted several types..one big bloom or lots of smaller ones. View from the front porch of the 1817 house.