The Carpet Bagger's Journal — moving from NYC to Mississippi

January 17, 2010

Time Traveler

Was this photo taken generations ago or only a few days ago?

I got married a week ago yesterday at The Cedar Grove Mansion Inn in Vicksburg, Mississippi.

Here is some text I found online with the help of my brother about paranormal activity at Cedar Grove Mansion:

MANIFESTATIONS:

The entity of John Klein still is master of his home, perhaps not quite trusting the living’s judgment, and keeps a fatherly eye on the staff, owners and guests.

When someone enters or goes near his gentleman’s parlor and he doesn’t like them for some reason, the smell of a pipe can suddenly be noticed.

The sounds of children playing and the sounds of a baby crying have been heard.

The entity of Elizabeth Klein has been seen walking down the front stairs of the home she loved so much, just happily going about her business.

One of the graves moved in 1919 was of a little girl, perhaps the daughter who died in the 2nd floor bedroom.

The entity of this little girl has been seen by staff and guests and often heard going up and down the steps leading to the 2nd floor. She looks lost, sad and puzzled.

Foot steps have been heard going up the outside stairway, which are perhaps made by the teenage son still trying to come home.

Other people have claimed to see some entities of Civil War era soldiers wandering around the mansion and sometimes going up the stairs.

It is thought by some that the female entity of the suicide death is perhaps also floating around the mansion, ballroom, and using the steps as well.” — from http://www.hauntedhouses.com

I have a theory about the most elegant Cedar Grove Mansion Inn — a relais chateau in the midst of an otherwise American landscape.  It is a portal into a time warp.  Like Brigadoon, perhaps it only appears at intervals.  In any event, my wedding there was a trip back in time.

The night before, I slept in General Grant’s Bed — rather, I didn’t sleep, as I was too happy and excited to do so.  General Grant may have managed to sleep in that bed during the siege of Vicksburg, as it was the seat of his command, but then, he wasn’t getting married, now was he?

The next day, my beloved step-daughters-to-be and my Jackie-O-as-teenage-Egyptian-girl Maid of Honor Lylah made our own bouquets out of dark red roses and wrapped them in old-fashioned toile.  We got our hair curled — me in a style quite in keeping with antebellum sensibilities, and then Lylah helped me into a giant ivory dress.  As violin music wafted toward us, my brother — in a tux for the first time — walked me down the aisle toward Chuck, nervous and bright-eyed, handsome and sharp-dressed.  The rest of the evening was spent in a candlelit glow.

It was as if we had been transported, or at least half-shifted the way apparitions of the dead appear to be, into another era.  Our wedding party was interracial, hence Lincoln had already freed the slaves.  The music was from contemporary times, but the sound system kept going out, as if it had static from a probe sent into orbit with messages to extraterrestrial beings.  It was too dark in the ballroom to see.  We felt as if we were not where we usually were.

Eventually, Chuck and I went home.  This morning, before writing this blog, I had to clean up messes left by our dog.  Life has returned to the prosaic, as it too often does.  However, we are back from an odd place, a hiccup in the music of the spheres.  Time travel, all my science fiction seems to suggest, is generally exhausting, and I am, one week later, inordinately exhausted.

Nonetheless, something happened.  Is midlife marriage paranormal in all cases?  I cannot say.  All I know is that I seem to have been a tourist in the ether, and now I am going to make my new husband some breakfast.

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3 Comments »

  1. Congratulations on getting married! Best wishes for both your present and future.

    Comment by Florentina/Christina — January 17, 2010 @ 6:01 pm | Reply

  2. Anne, you look lovely! I enjoyed reading your journal and know you are so happy. Southern living is culture shock after NYC and Paris but you have a wonderful husband, step-children and pets who adore you.
    You will settle in giving and receiving love. BLESSINGS IN YOUR NEW JOURNEY………..LOVE YOU!!!

    Comment by Marilyn — January 18, 2010 @ 1:55 am | Reply

  3. Hi Anne,

    Congratulations on what you did and on what you are going to do in Mississippi. How are all of you including the dog? 🙂 Please resend me your email-the email I have doesn’t work:(

    Comment by Alex Yentin — January 26, 2010 @ 8:48 pm | Reply


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