12/18/2011
I learned at the museum that General Sherman’s base before his march to burn Atlanta was at Chattanooga. We took the same route, but with much friendlier intentions.
Our stop in midtown (Patricia calls it the cultural center of Atlanta) was the Margaret Mitchell House and Museum – it is here the Gone with the Wind author began her masterpiece.
Laura read the book years ago and I finally got around to it this summer. I didn’t expect to like it – but frankly, my dear – it might be the best book I’ve ever read. Nonetheless, we braced ourselves for the obligatory house tour. These “houses of the rich and famous” tours rarely do much for us, regardless of our interest in the person.
Our tour guide was very knowledgeable and friendly, although it was slightly awkward since we were the only people on the tour at the time. The tour consists of two room of “the dump” as Mitchell herself called it, filled with replica furniture. Nothing in the house is original. Don’t get Laura started on her feelings on this.
(Confession time, Patricia. You claim Mitchell’s original typewriter and her Pulitzer Prize are on display here, but her the tour guide said her husband donated these items to a library and they were never in the museum. Did you really visit here? Come on. We’ve been through a lot together. You can tell us the truth.)
The one thing worth seeing for any film buff is the actual door of the Tara movie set. Daniel ran up to it and started banging on it. Yes. My son nearly destroyed the most famous movie set in Hollywood history. We’re all so proud.
Bravo to the marketing department, by the way. Cheapskate that I am it was hard resisting buying the bottled water they labeled “I’ll never be thirsty again!”
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