Frankly my dear, I *do* give a damn

Frankly my dear, I *do* give a damn

Every time we pull up to MH, I feel like I’m walking back in time or a parallel universe where people still live like they did in Gone With The Wind.  The sweeping porches with ornate ironwork are just begging to host afternoon tea or a lawn party.  But sadly,...

My home Away from Home

The first time I went to the Hall for the weekend, I was with Laurie.  We were going out for a weekend project – I believe we were going to paint the bead board for the bathroom.  I think one of my first questions to her as we approached was “is it haunted?”  If you...