PAGE THIRTEEN: MAY 15, 2011...HARPERS FERRY TO RION HALL
As we headed out of Harpers Ferry down 340 toward Rion Hall, the clouds were getting really dark again. The houses you see
here are in the Halltown area. Jonathon, when he finally could come down off Maryland Heights after all those days with green
apples and no water (and the 13th were the last soldiers to come down), he marched (probably up Washington St. past the inn)
to Halltown, four miles west of Harpers Ferry on September 16, 1862 , where they halted for a while. Then they marched north
up to the ford near Shepherdstown, arriving at 4AM, eating boiled beef and crackers, sleeping very, very briefly, then fording
the Potomac and marching to battle at Sharpsburg.
We turned off 340 just past Halltown onto Rion Hall Farm Road, which makes a really sharp cutback
Rion Hall lands
Coming down the main lane toward the house, which is hidden back in the trees ahead
The drive divides and I see my first wee glimpse of Rion Hall through the trees. I cannot begin to say how excitedly happy I felt at that moment.
We went up the drive to the right...
...and parked here, behind and to the right of the house. I took this just as I got out of the car and was grinning ear to ear.
Rion Hall. Goodlawdamighty...Rion Hall itself! It almost seemed surreal being there, actually being there. If you haven't
read All That's Left of Me, this won't mean all that much, but this is where in the book Jonathon is taken in a wagon after
being wounded in the West Woods during the battle of Sharpsburg. He stays here until November 1, 1862, meeting Virginia
Lucas, daughter of William, who built the house. She is 2 1/2 months younger than he is, unmarried and never will be married,
a poet who writes about the nature all around her, and who later writes poems about missing someone she was once with
here. She dies, probably from consumption, in April of 1865. The first of two love stories in the book takes place here.
The drive behind Rion Hall
I rather pictured Daniel Lucas' room being those two windows on the back of the house on the second floor. The first floor
windows don't show in this photo.
More of the back driveway
The old, old wisteria on the back of the double walkway between the main house and the kitchen building.
We knocked on the big back door, but no one answered. Then we went up to the lower level of the walkway and knocked on the door there.
We could hear a TV very loud just inside that door, but no one answered there, either...
...so we continued on around to the front...
...the front entrance...
...and we knocked here, too, but no one came. I sat for a while in the white rocker on the right while Carl went off to see if he
could find anyplace anyone would answer as we had been invited to come anytime after 1 PM today.
On the porch looking back down toward the driveway
I liked the way the big old tree looked in between the two white columns.
Carl was gone a while so I got up and walked more toward the kitchen building.
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