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Peanut Chicken Stew
Congressional Cookbook: The Junior League and the Congress
Library Desk: Doors and Desks
Sleigh Bed: Texas and Louisianna
Keepsakes: Earth Stars and Sky Stars
Portrait Table: Icebergs and Angels
Battle of Nashville: Slaves and Soldiers
Maid of Honor Portrait: Three Third Grade Bridesmaids and a Sexy Brilliant Woman Priest
Red Dining Room: Table and Chairs
Jubilee Singers with Lavender: Alfred Stieglitz and Fisk
Mirror Portrait Caroline: Caroline and her Portrait
Sofa: Couches and Dreams
Silver Coffee Urn, Saul Martin Portrait: Zelda Sayre and Gatsby
Harlem Chairs: Tammany Hall and Harlem
Tuskegee Wardrobe: Brownies and Smithies
Portrait Chair: Harper Lee and Sigourney
Dear's Ice Cubes
Working Library: Cynara and Windsor, and Hope
Me and My Blog
Fort Pillow Massacre: Nathan Bedford Forrest and Madison Smartt Bell
My Boots: Nancy Sinatra and Roy Rogers
Longpage, 1913: Stephen Stills and Frank Lloyd Wright
Cold Cucumber Soup
Six Cases of Cookbooks: Julia Child and Caroline Williams
Magnolias: Magnolias and Magnolia
Statute of Alexander Pushkin: Pushkin and Othello
Take The Ow Out Of Now: Buddha and Nietzche
Stars and Bars: Stars and Stripes and Stars and Bars
Joan's Nicoise
New York Times Editorial: Copyright and the First Amendment, or Margaret Mitchell and John Seigenthaler
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Battle of Nashville: Slaves and Soldiers
I married into some amazing stories. Prince Albert Ewing was my husband’s great-great grandfather. Prince Albert and his twin brother Taylor were the first black lawyers to practice in Nashville. Before emancipation they were slaves. At some point during the Civil War, Prince Albert did all of his own chores and all of Taylor's, Prince Albert pretended to be Taylor, making it possible for Taylor to runaway and fight with the Union, for both of them.
This lithograph, printed about 1891, depicts The Battle of Nashvillle including the victorious black troops. The battle line is just a few blocks from our house on Blair.
I bought this piece over the phone at auction from the Swann gallery not long after David and I married. I don’t remember exactly how much it cost but I remember it was a big stretch—and a big stretch we have never regretted.
