But it doesn’t count as law-breaking (does it?) when one is on an historic mission of civic proportions. And we (as in I, the prime mover, with reluctant relatives in tow) were.
Arched gate to old Stewarts Mansion
Ever seen this house? I haven’t.
Ever heard of this house? I haven’t.
Of course, all us Galvestonians have heard the name Stewart, a name so important the city fathers named Galveston’s signature beach after it. And a road. And probably some other stuff that escapes me just now.
But this house? The family? What’s the story?
Not sure why I hadn’t pondered this question before, this mystery of the Stewarts. Read the rest of this entry »
