A Faded Past
I volunteered at Latta Plantation in Huntersville, NC for many years. Two years ago, the foundation that had cared for the plantation since the 1960s, lost its contract overnight. It was badly managed, but that's how it is. If you want to read more about it, there are many stories about the changes at Latta in the The Charlotte Observer. You won't be able to read the real story, though. The real story is only known to people like me who were there to watch it happen.
I thought you might like this photograph. It is from a postcard I found this morning. At one time I had permission to publish the photograph in my book, but I didn't end up using it, so this seems like the place to use it.
I don't think the three women and that darling little girl ever volunteered at the plantation. I never saw them there, but they are perfect in this lovely portrait.
The piano they are pretending to play isn't an actual piano, it's a pianoforte, a precursor to the piano. But it doesn't work anymore. I can't remember if it was a Latta family relic; it may have been. The women are in the parlor of the plantation house, and many of the furnishings there, came down to the plantation through the Latta family.