And whatdya know? My house sits on this road:
|Guys, that's so sweet!|
Before we toured the grounds, we watched a short documentary about my hubs (narrated by Martin Sheen!). Then we strolled through a little museum with these lovely headsets.
There was a lot of Rackel Jackson swag.
|My original tombstone.|
|The cap I died wearing. See that brown stain? That's mah blood.|
|Andrew and I, looking fab.|
|Um, is that supposed to be me? RUDE.|
Most portraits of me are NOT cute, so I was really pleased when I saw this dust jacket in the gift shop.
THANK YOU! I don't have to look like a stuffy schoolmarm, people!
Technically, this house was never mine - the original home burned down after my death, and when it was rebuilt there were a lot of significant changes. Still, Andrew missed me, and my influence is all over the house - he reordered most of the original wallpaper for the new house. He wanted to keep my designs (thanks, boo).
|Kitchen - I never went in there.|
I also had quite the garden - isn't it nice?
|Andrew and I are buried in it.|
|I tried to get a picture of my new tombstone, but it was too far away.|
|Even from this vantage point.|
The Hermitage was a working farm - that's how we made our money. We had lots of slaves. It was a huge estate, and I hated trying to run the place myself. Andrew was always running around the country fighting wars and being political, and I was so miserable whenever he was gone. At one point in the show, I begged him to stay at the Hermitage with me and "all our awesome slaves."
It was the 19th century, guys. I'm really sorry. I know better now.
Want to give your home a bit of White House splendor? You can buy a set of dishes with Andrew's presidential China pattern.
|Clearly, I didn't pick it out. Eagles? Tacky.|
I had a lovely time at home - Andrew really did a good job with the place after I died. Too bad our adopted son squandered all the family's wealth and ruined his own reputation. Oh well - not my biological offspring!