LaGrange College, Alabama’s First Chartered College, "The West Point of the South" in Leighton, AL

Av and I visited the site of LaGrange College this weekend. The town of LaGrange AL, on a ‘spur’ of the Cumberland Mountain, was founded around 1822, and at one time more than 400 people lived there, mostly as a summer resort which they referred to as “Rocky Hill”. Previously Chickasaw land, it was considered holy to the Indians who had lived there, and they vowed when they were forced out that the land would be cursed because it had been taken from them.

Today the town is sometimes called the ‘vanished village’.

LaGrange college was founded in 1830, and the University of North Alabama, in Florence, considers LaGrange as its predecessor – so this year, UNA is celebrating its 175th year.

Monument at LaGrange College Site, Leighton AL
The monument reads:

This is the Site of
LaGrange College
Chartered in 1830 by Act of
the Legislature of Alabama
An Insitution of High Order for Men
Attended Chiefly by Students
From the Southern States

The College was Burned April 28, 1863
By Federal Cavalry Commanded by
Colonel Florence M. Cornyn
Under General Granville Dodge

Presidents
Bishop Robert Paine 1830-1846
Dr. Edward Wadsworth 1846-1852
James W. Hardy 1852-1853
Rev. Smith Moore 3 months 1853
Dr. R. H. Rivers 1854-1855
Rev. Felix Johnson 1855-1858
Col. J.W. Robertson 1858-1862

The college was originally opened by the Methodist Church, but there was some turmoil over the school’s future due to money issues – in 1855, the school was moved for a short while to Florence even (now UNA) – but the State took it back over in 1857 and renamed it ‘LaGrange College and Military Academy’ in LaGrange. It was at this point that it was considered ‘The West Point of the South’.
When the war started, most of the teachers and students had enrolled in the CSA army. In fact, the college had closed its doors in 1862 due to this fact.
In “With Sabre and Scalpel, The Autobiography of a Soldier and Surgeon” by John A. Wyeth, he writes this about the cadets at LaGrange:
Of the one hundred and seventy-nine cadets, with the exception of three lads who to the end of the war were still too young to enter the service, all became soldiers of the Confederacy. Of this number twenty-three were killed in battle, and twenty-six died in the service from wounds or diseases incident to exposure, a total death-rate in the war of nearly twenty-eight per cent. Of those who survived many suffered from wounds or acquired diseases which carried them, soon after the close of hostilities, to untimely graves, while some who still live are suffering from those injuries which have handicapped them in their struggle for the support of themselves and families. True to their convictions of duty, they were worthy sons of the land they loved. The story of their war experiences would fill a volume of thrilling narrative, and were it possible I would honor these pages with the roster of their names and the record of their heroism. There were four, however, to whom I am closely bound by the ties of an affectionate friendship, which, commencing in youth, ripened with the years of maturity and crystallized with age. They were of the flower of our country, typical of the spirit of the South.
There weren’t many inhabitants of LaGrange when Union Colonel Florence M. Cornyn and his “Destroying Angels” of the 10th Missouri cavalry burned and destroyed the college on April 18, 1863. They also destroyed the Lafayette Female Academy, which was established by the Baptist Church in 1825.

Wyeth also writes:

A bill was introduced in Congress in 1904 by Hon. William Richardson to reimburse the trustees of La Grange Military Academy for the loss sustained by the destruction of this property during the Civil War. To replace at this period the library of four thousand volumes belonging to the institution, together with the chemical and physical apparatus, furniture, buildings, etc., would require at the lowest estimate one hundred thousand dollars. Upon the introduction of this bill the matter was referred to the Court of Claims. Over the door of that court might well be written the quotation from Dante, “Who enters here leaves Hope behind.”


LaGrange was never rebuilt. In 1904, a reunion was held and a church was the only building left standing.

Cornyn later went on to burn Florence, including the Globe Cotton Mills. Curiously, he was killed by his own second-in-command, Lt. Col. William D. Bowen on Aug. 10, 1863. I haven’t found if that was accidental or what…
Today, it’s (sadly) really just a site of where the college stood, with buildings brought in to make it more of an attraction.
There is a is a dog-trot log house which was built in 1908 and moved to the site in 1995 to become the welcome center.
This is a pic of the “LaGrange Bed & Breakfast”, which was built in 1880 in Tuscaloosa county and moved twice, and donated to the site in 1998 to be used as a B and B:

B&B at LaGrange College, Leighton AL

A wedding chapel is also on the site. It started out as a one-room log house in Flatwoods, but weddings are performed there now. It’s really pretty:

Wedding Chapel at LaGrange College Site, Leighton AL

Across the street from the college site is a country store that stocks things like bonnets and aprons, but it’s only open by appointment or during school field trips, according to the LaGrange brochure.
Down the road from the college site is the old LaGrange cemetery:

Old Sign at Cemetery, LaGrange College, Leighton AL

Cemetery at LaGrange College, Leighton AL

The cemetery is listed on the Alabama Historical Register of Landmarks.
There are two main stories told about the cemetery, one is (a creepy one) about the ‘petrified lady’ – a little bit about that here. Another is about the Abraham Ricks monument, which supposedly cost $5000 back in 1852. 
At the University of North Alabama, one of their dorm buildings is named after LaGrange.

Trowbridge’s in Florence AL, Dale’s in Florence AL, and Ricatoni’s in Florence AL

Trowbridge’s ( 316 North Court Street, 256.764.1503) has been open in downtown Florence since 1918. It is a lovely little ice cream parlor where you can sit at the counter and watch everyone’s treats being made.

Trowbridge's, Florence AL

Order Board, Trowbridge's, Florence AL

Isn’t this order board great??!!

Egg & Olive Sandwich, Trowbridge's, Florence AL

I ordered an egg and olive sandwich, which was very good. I ate about half of it (it was conveniently cut in half) so I could still try the ice cream.

Oh-My-Gosh Brownie, Trowbridge's, Florence AL

Av ordered the ‘oh my gosh’, which is a brownie topped with ice cream and caramel, whipped cream (which he asked them to leave off) and a cherry. The brownie was served warm and was *excellent*.

Orange-Pineapple Ice Cream, Trowbridge's, Florence AL

I tried one scoop of orange-pineapple ice cream — it also happens to be one of the ‘100 dishes to eat in Alabama before you die’ that’s being promoted by the Alabama Bureau of Travel and Tourism this year — with one scoop of butter pecan. I liked the butter pecan a little better, but only had room for about 1/4 what they served in the glass!

Everybody that works at Trowbridge’s was really nice and friendly, and we’ll visit again the next time we’re in Florence.

Dale’s (1001 Mitchell Boulevard, 256.766.4961), one of my and Av’s very favorite places, was supposed to be where we were going to have supper Saturday night. We arrived right on time for our 8:45pm reservation and were seated promptly. A waiter came right over for our drink order, and had our drinks back in just a couple of minutes. Then twenty-five minutes went by and the waiter hadn’t come by for our order (no nothing – even to let us know that he would be with us, just that it would be a little while). We decided just to leave, so we went to the front desk to pay for our drinks. Since we couldn’t get a waiter, we couldn’t get a regular check. The gentleman at the desk asked what was going on and we explained…..no cost for the drinks. We’ll still go back next time; everybody has a bad night every now and then, I guess.

Ricatoni’s ( 107 North Court Street, 256.718.1002) was lunch on Sunday. (I just noticed that Ricatoni’s bread with herbs is *also* on the 100 dishes list (and it was very good).)

I had the Ricatoni Ravioli, which was cheese-filled ravioli in a tomato cream sauce. It was soooo good. Av really liked his pasta too.

We both really liked the atmosphere, with the double-height ceiling (part of the room has a balcony), tin ceiling, and an open – and pretty loud – kitchen. We’ll definitely come back to Ricatoni’s too. Yay!

Ave Maria Grotto, The Most Wonderful Religious Folk Art, in Cullman AL

Colisseum in Miniature at Ave Maria Grotto, Cullman AL//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js

My interest in religious folk art started when I first visited the amazing works of Brother Joseph Zoettl in my hometown – I’ve probably been there thirty times or more. His works have been written about countless times; people come from all over the country – all over the world – to see his creations. 

There are so many great folk art displays here in the South….I’ll post pics of more places soon.

In super-wonderful news, I got an email last week from the Ogden Museum of Southern Art – my fav museum – in New Orleans that everything is okay; there really wasn’t a flooding problem where they’re located and they weren’t broken into. Yay!

BTW, pics I’ve taken of Margaret’s Grocery are here; pics of William C. Rice’s Cross Garden are here; I’ll post pics of Palestine Gardens soon.

Ave Maria Grotto is on the grounds of St. Bernard Abbey (it’s “bernerd”, not “Ber-nard”, like Bernard Parrish or the Saint Bernard dog) in Cullman, AL. All the pieces in the Grotto are the works of Brother Joseph Zoettl, a monk at the abbey, who had a hunchback due to an accident he had as a child. Luckily, this injury made it more comfortable for him to work on miniatures, which he started as a hobby. As the interest in his creations grew, the abbey dedicated space for him to be able to make and display even more of his works.

People would send him all kinds of things help build his models, and he used everything – marbles to dishes to shells and even toilet floats. A truly great folk artist.

Brother Zoettl died in 1961 after completing about 125 works.

It takes anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to walk through the Grotto; the distance is actually pretty short, but there’s so much to look at you’ll want to stop and view everything. Admission is $5 for adults (if you have a AAA card, it’s $4).

All of the pics from Ave Maria Grotto are in a set here on Flickr.

Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament in Hanceville AL


Av and I visited the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament in Hanceville a couple of days ago.

It was started by Mother Angelica, who received the message to build it when she was on a trip in Bogota, Columbia for the Catholic channel EWTN. She was brought to a church and began praying beside a statue of Jesus as a child. The Shrine’s website states that the statue turned to her and spoke in a child’s voice, “Build Me a Temple and I will help those who help you.” Mother Angelica told the nuns at her convent (the Poor Clare Nuns of Perpetual Adoration) what happened, and they began looking for land. In Hanceville, Alabama, Mother Angelica said she “felt the Presence of God very strongly.” The land – 380 acres – was purchased, and the shrine was built between 1997-1999.

Above is a picture of the church and the piazza. On top, the cross was broken during a storm and this ‘T’ shape was left. Mother Angelica decided to keep it that way; it’s the shape of a Tau cross now, which has its own religious significance. This church building has an upper church and a lower church.






Each year on the Feast of Epiphany, every building on the grounds is blessed with incense and holy water. A monogram representing the current year and the names of the Three Kings (Casper, Melchior, and Balthazzar) are written with blessed chalk above each door (e.g. “20+C+M+B+05”).

Everything at the shrine is just unbelievably beautiful. From the statues to the marble floors to the woodwork, everything is gorgeous.

Guests are discouraged from wearing super-casual clothes like tank tops and shorts, so the nuns have a supply of skirts and blouses that they loan to people while visiting either the upper or lower church.

Photos aren’t allowed to be taken inside the church; but trust me, ***wow***.

Directly opposite the church on the piazza is Castle San Miguel. The theme of Castle San Miguel, with the armor and tapestries, is meant to remind Christian visitors to “fight the good fight.”

There’s a conference center and gift shop inside the Castle.

To the left of this view of the castle is a small devotional chapel.



Doors to Castle San Miguel


Door fixtures


Statue of Joan of Arc inside Castle San Miguel


Statue of Saint Michael inside Castle San Miguel

There is a Creche inside the separate devotional chapel; the purpose of the chapel is to lead visitors there to meditate about Jesus’ birth.

A biography of Mother Angelica just came out and it’s available here at Amazon, or at the Shrine’s gift shop.

*All* of the pics we took at the shrine can be seen here at my Flickr Shrine set.

Thanks for the Emails & Comments

Thanks for all the encouraging emails, and comments in my Flickr photostream about the Hurricane and aftermath.

My next project I’m starting is a publicity piece for my husband’s hometown community; it will be sent to several communities outside the state to let evacuees know that there are cities who really want them to come in right now, with open arms. So many of the evacuees went to Jackson or Baton Rouge or Houston or Memphis that there are issues in those places now with housing and school space (and other things).

I just can’t wait for the rebuilding in Louisiana and the MS coast to start in earnest. And I can’t wait to get back to New Orleans, the city I love.

Evacuees at the BJCC in Birmingham AL

Yesterday we went to the BJCC in Birmingham, as a few hundred evacuees had come there on buses. We dropped off the individual soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and lotions that I had (it was the same sack that I brought on our first trip to the coast; the places we went to really didn’t need them but at the BJCC, when I told them what I had, they said that was what they were really in need of right then).

Av and I went inside one of the convention halls that they have set up now as a Red Cross shelter. It is very nice, with cots and blankets, food, and air conditioning. They have clothes distribution, books for children, hair braiding, medical evaluations, crafts for children, everything you could imagine. There were so many local volunteers that they were actually turning those people away at the door, explaining that they were overrun by volunteers, but to come back later. Literally I would say that there was probably one volunteer per every one or two evacuees.

Clown Leaving BJCC, Shelter, in Birmingham AL
A clown leaving the BJCC after performing for children

We are already on a list for home hospitality for some people from New Orleans, but we did have space at least for that night for a couple of people. What happens is really odd – the Red Cross can’t match you up for liability reasons, so you go in, let the people at the desk know that you want to offer your home to someone, and they tell you to just go up to someone that you might like and talk to them. It’s almost like dating.

We talked to a man from Arabi, Louisiana (which is just over the river from New Orleans) who had 14 feet of water in his house. It is a total loss, and his car is totaled. He is there with his son, but his wife and two other sons he believes are in a shelter in Algiers. We offered them to come stay with us, but he didn’t want to leave because he had been on television and was afraid that she might see it and be able to come for them, and then they wouldn’t be there. We also wanted to take him to them, but what if they passed each other on the highway? A lot of the phone service in Louisiana (and Mississippi) is still down so you just don’t know what the other person knows or what their plans are or anything. It is just such a frightening thing.