Scenes from Franklin, Tennessee


ABS and The Bride are back from visiting her Mom and family.  Franklin is a great little town about 20 miles outside of Nashville and it has its own unique restaurants - Puckett's Grocery and Merridees - and its own musical talent.




While ABS and The Bride were there the 35th annual street festival was in session and as they strolled around the town after the Lord's Supper celebration/ Lil'Licit Liturgy at Saint Philip, they ran into this gentleman walking with his one year old pet sheep, Montgomery.



Of course. the street festival was at a certain level of noise not much louder than the crowd of communicants being egged-on by the Presider of Saint Philip who directed the putative worshippers to identify a stranger and tell them how much they love Saint Phillip's Parish.

This crummy parish had 18 - EIGHTEEN- Extraordinary Ministers of Holy Communion.

                      EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!




On the way to Nolensville to antique shop , ABS and The Bride saw this in a Clovercroft field...






If'n ya are ever in Nashville you can go to Broadway and just walk into any small club to hear some great musical talent striving to gain
the attention of music fans.

Below, ABS will include some links to area attractions he and The Bride have been to and loved...







(You'll prolly see marmots, geese, and turkeys in the fields on the drive there)



A heads-up to readers about the last link. It has to do with the bloody battle of Franklin where the Army of Tennessee died in less than 24 hours of tooth and nail, bullet and bayonet, battle. Lord have mercy. Be prepared if you go on the tour of, say, The Carter House. ABS and The Bride did and ABS could not help but openly weep. Lord have mercy...

The savage (and, yes, foolhardy) courage of the Southrons who fought with such audacious bravery but who were unaware they were charging into the equivalent of an abattoir is beyond all telling.



If one does go the plantation, one can, like ABS, walk through the graveyard where those courageous young men are buried and you can tell your beads as you wander slowly through.

Some of the young men buried there had ridden their horses from Texas to dare their lives for the liberty of men they had never met. 

May God Bless them and their families forever.