Today is is virtually engulfed by "city". I had visions of Mt. Vernon when we went in search of the house. No.... that's not where it is. There is a huge hospital to the right of it with the parking structure and the Museum of the Confederacy all connected. To the left, either more tall buildings or still the hospital, I'm not sure. I was disappointed it has been swallowed up by progress, but I am a history romantic at heart. It only had an acre of land to begin with, which was owned by the city of Richmond, not the Davis family. (He was mid fifties when their children were born She was 18 years younger.)
 1825 – July 30, 1875)
Jefferson Davis 1808 - 1889 Varina Davis 1826 - 1905 After his death to moved to New York City and supported herself as a writer. Far to the right is a marble angel.
Angel guardian over Winnie Davisdaughter of Jefferson and Varina Davis. To the left is the marble guardian over Margaret Davis Hayes and Joel Addison Hayes, daughter and son-in-law of the Davis's.)
Being an history fanatic, I am intrigued by the statues in cemeteries. In fact, ever since I saw that statue from the book " In The Garden of Good and Evil) I look for the stories. 2 of my 3 daughters appreciate the beauty in them as well. I've had those girls walking cemeteries from Charleston to Deadwood. You can learn the history of an area by reading the stones. If you are a historian as well, here are a couple of the most beautiful, I think.
I have complained and bitched and whined about being so far away from my daughters and grandsons but if I hadn't had this experience, I wouldn't have had the chance to see and walk amongst the history I love. This is my cup, half full.