The last full day of our trip we squeezed in tours of two historic places. The first was the USS Yorktown, a US Navy aircraft carrier. It was there that I realized I’m much more claustrophobic than I originally thought.
The second place was much more my speed… Boone Hall Plantation, where I could close my eyes and easily imagine myself arriving in a hoop skirt via horse-drawn carriage.
They don’t allow pictures of the inside of the plantation because it’s still a privately owned house. Fortunately, a location scout has images posted. That loggia with its arched brick ceiling and series of french doors is the most stunning space. I’d love to create something similar in my future weekend home. The whole scene is perfect for whiling away a hot summer day.
The house tour guide ended his presentation by mentioning a pre-Civil War receipt found on the property which detailed the costs of both groceries and a slave purchase. Honestly, my eyes welled up at the thought of it. We went from the house tour to the end of Slave Street (Boone Hall has one of the most well preserved plantation slave quarters in the country) where Jackie Mickel, a Gullah storyteller, captivated us with tales of the culture and the lifestyle of the men and women (for generations) who spent their lives working at Boone Hall.
In one story Jackie told us that when slaves were married, they knew that it wasn’t forever because at any time either of them (or their children) could be sold away. Can you even imagine? I have such admiration for the resilience of the Gullah people and I’m so thankful that they continue to share these stories.