Thursday, March 22, 2012

 I visited the Manigault House when I was about 11 or 12 with my cousins, about 1960. The lady at the door snickered when we told her we were Joseph Manigault's descendents, but she let us in anyway, even though we didn't have enough money.
I wanted to take my grandson Nicholas, 12, to see the house where his 3rd great-father was born in 1841, so we visited last weekend, along with Allison, my daughter and my husband Frank.  Nick, a budding "history buff," thought the visit was totally cool.

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