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Sunday, April 04, 2004

my city was gone
there are worse things, i suppose, than having your ancestral home turned into a bed and breakfast. "ancestral" may be stretching it a bit. george washington's great-great-grandfather, augustine warner, had this home built on the severn river in virginia. it eventually passed out of the warner-lewis family line. in 1946 angel's grandfather 'pops' bought the home and raised beef cattle there.

the current owners have a home full full of history. barring a visit from angel, however, there are memories within warner hall's walls and grounds that they may never know.

the bull named cuddles that grazed there.
augustine warner's ghost, who would sit on the porch visible here and rock back and forth on evenings when the air was still.
the majestic porch fronting the home was the site of mischievious boys who pushed their cousin to the grass below, only to suffer the wrath of their vigilant grandmother, who made them stand at the edge before pushing them off herself.
a certain little girl loved to swing circles around the light posts out front, and to bump down the center staircase with her cousin. and to just sit there with her uncle.
a certain uncle would don a gorilla mask and peek in through the windows at night - after turning off the power - and frighten the ladies of the family. then he'd turn the power back on and return from 'the bathroom,' wondering at the commotion around him.
clandestine visits to the forbidden warner-lewis graveyard.
there were picnics and holidays there.
the chickens that were so decidely unwilling to give up their eggs that each morning sisters would fight over who had to gather them.
the horses who could be called back to the stables by holding up an apple with a bite taken out, to release the scent.

the mansion several times, both before and after pops owned it. eventually he sold it and moved to a smaller estate. the house has changed. the home remains.



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