This week our neighbours invited us over for a spontaneous campfire in their backyard. It was the quintessential perfect late summer's evening...almost full moon, crickets singing, that indescribable summer smell in the air, warm but not too warm, good friends. The kind of night that makes you think of summers from when you were a kid.
We got to chatting. The price of real estate, our kids, whether or not pinstripes are truly coming back into fashion - you know, the usual stuff. And as all conversations inevitably do, ours wended its way to the American civil war.
At this point, with his feet in the air as he warmed them close to his brand new Home Hardware fire pit, our neighbour (I'll call him James) told us that his father had been looking into his family's past.Continue Reading