#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Sunday in Chester, VA

I’m writing this on my laptop, on Jim and Gladys Lael’s screened sunporch. Doris and I drove down from Manassas yesterday, after stopping off to mail home all my new Civil War books. THAT was, literally, like losing a hundred pounds!

Of course it’s Father’s Day, so Dad is very much on my mind. I’ve reached the point where I remember the happy times, more than grieving, but it still side-swipes me once in a while.

Today we’re visiting a plantation, and I’ll write more about that later, to share the experience with you as much as I can. I’ll be on my way home tomorrow; it may be weeks before I’ve assimilated all that I’ve learned. What a trip I’ve had!

I’ve taken a number of pictures, and dutifully printed them out in the hotel room and labeled each one, so I’ll be able to tell the battlefields apart. It was a running joke on the tour–“You know that battlefield–the one with the trees and the grassy field and the cannon?” (They pretty much ALL look like that.)

More tonight, good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.

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