Pea Ridge Battlefield

Yesterday Preacher man and I went to Pea Ridge National Battlefield in, you guessed it, Pea Ridge. It was a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be and a lot emptier. Didn't really know what it would be filled with except memories of those lost on the field of battle. We are going to try and go to all the battlefields of the Civil War, but I gotta tell ya, it's hard. Not physically but spiritually. I always become very sad at these places and a heaviness of heart follows me for a little while after leaving. All the movies say the same thing about the war being started because of slavery, but it was because the north had all the banks and the money, and the South had everything else. Food, cotton, tobacco, grain, and some of the best land in all the world. We learned the truth when we went to Virginia and saw some of General Robert E. Lee stuff. So don't go to these places and expect them to tell you the full truth. Heck the Yankees won, why would they make it sound like they were the bad guys and started the whole thing, but they did. Anyway, Preacher man got to figuren and came up with something pretty cool. The Confederate Army was formed 100 years and 1 day before I was born, February 22, 1862. 
I know the Civil War is something that the North wishes the South would just get over, but then again, they just don't understand. We were fighting for Home and Hearth, a way of life that hasn't been the same since. When you think about the South, what comes to mind is Southern Hospitality, Southern Bells and Gentlemen, Sweet Tea and biscuits and gravy. Things are slower down here cuz I like to think we know how to enjoy life and we don't want to miss anything.
We are going to Anne's tonight for some Southern Hospitality and Chicken Spaghetti. Nothing says south like Chicken spaghetti, but's that's a story for another blog.