The Blue and Grey Clash Once More in Point South

Text and Photos by Mark Shaffer

In December 2012, re-enactors converged on Frampton Plantation (now called Point South) for a Sesquicentennial reenactment like no other.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

Fifteen years, y’all. I’ve been writing this column every two weeks for fifteen years. Since the turn of the century. Before I had my baby (now 13), or my house (also long in the tooth), or either of my cats (ditto), I had this column. That’s something, isn’t it? I don’t know what, exactly. But something.

The holidays are, once again, a pleasant memory.   The decorations are put back in the attic and the cookies have all been eaten. Just when we thought it was time to relax a new crop of catalogs started arriving.

“I think I’m going through another growth expert.”

         This is what my daughter will tell me before she goes to bed one night only to wake up the next morning two inches taller and a whole shoe size up.  I know this has to hurt, this constant growing at a rapid and relentless pace.  All I can do it is sit back and watch it all unfold, or sprout up, as my baby grows taller than me.