Thursday, July 31, 2014

#TBT What is it?

Today's Throwback Thursday is a "What is it?"

I'll give you some hints.

  • It was photographed at Waveland Plantation, Lexington, KY
  • It was on a dresser in a guest room
  • The house was built in 1844-48 by Daniel Boone Bryan, well-to-do descendant of Daniel Boone and successful hemp grower and livestock breeder.
  • The strand you see is fishing line thread tethering the item so nobody can pocket it and walk off with it (Result of there being no ropes or barricades behind which tourists were required to stand. We were free to walk around any room and view the artifacts up close--my kind of museum!)
Let me know in your comments if you've ever seen one of these before and what you think its use might've been.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Not Yet vs. Never Again

Photo courtesy of Joriel "Joz" Jimenez
The writer's life is full of brick walls. And we occasionally run into them--hard. Recently, my buddy and fellow blogger Jaime experienced a rejection of a novella she'd submitted. As we talked about it, I told her it wasn't a "No" it was a "Not Yet." Her time is coming, it just hasn't arrived with this particular novella.

Rejection in any form hurts, and when it's something you want so badly and have poured so much of yourself into, it hurts deeply. In order to get over/around that brick wall, you have to pick yourself up, dry your tears, and get back into the fray, and that takes fortitude, strength, and occasionally a great deal of girl-friend support and chocolates. 

That being said, as we talked, I realized (and expressed to her) that the wait for a writing contract during my recent drought was harder on me than the many rejections I garnered before before I was a published author. These brick walls were bigger to me, harder to climb over, longer to walk around, much more difficult to recover from after I'd hit one.  

Doubts trickled, crept, and finally boldly sashayed into my head.

Now, I'm no stranger to writer's doubts (Which is, I suspect, the root cause of most cases of that phenomenon we term "Writer's Block.) Every author I've ever talked to wonders "Can I do it again? Can I finish another book? What if it isn't as good as the last one? What if someone finally realizes I'm a fraud, that I can't write, that any success I've had up to now has been a complete and utter fluke? What if I can't meet my deadlines? What if..."

But for me me the niggling, gnawing, devouring doubt that came to dominate my mind was 

"What if my Not Yet has turned into Never Again?" 

What if I never had a publishing contract again? Would I be okay with that?

This called for some serious prayer and thought. I found that I was holding so tightly to the attained earthly treasure that Someone would've had to break my heart's fingers to get it from my grasp. Instead of holding my writing up as an offering to God to do with what He wanted, I was clinging to it tighter than a miser to a gold coin.

After prayer, confession, vacillating between being open and honest one moment and lying to myself and God about my motives and heart condition the next, I came to a crossroads. 

I had to stop asking God "What are You doing?" and start saying "Whatever You are doing is all right by me." You see, the former question makes a few assumptions, and I wasn't totally cognizant of the ramifications. By asking God what He was doing, I was implying that
  • perhaps He didn't know what He was doing, 
  • perhaps what He was doing wasn't the best for me, and that 
  • perhaps I could do better if He'd just turn over the reins.

WHAT? I would never say those things to God, would I? 

Gulp. Mea culpa -- big time.

I needed a Come to Jesus meeting. More than one, as it turned out. And it's this time of writing in the wilderness that God has used to bring to light my misconceptions, areas that I was holding on to, the doubts and fears that were keeping me from trusting Him fully. Until I was prepared to acknowledge my place in God's universe and His rightful place in my life, my publishing life was on hold.

Dear Reader, don't mistake me here. God is not some celestial slot machine who, if we pump in enough coins of the right denominations and pull the lever, will shower us with our heart's desire. I wasn't bargaining with God in order to get Him to send me a publishing contract. God doesn't work that way, nor should we treat Him in that fashion. All I'm saying here is that God is using my walk through publishing to teach me more about Him, more about myself, and more about my need to become aware of and throw off my sinful mindset and adopt the mind of Christ. Have I learned everything He hoped I would? Nope, undoubtedly not. Will I have to revisit these lessons? Absolutely. Have I grown spiritually as a result? Yep.

If God said "Never Again" for publishing for me, it would hurt. I can't lie about that. I love writing fiction, I love the writer community, I love meeting readers, I love everything about being an author. I would miss it, and I would grieve. But I'm learning through this journey's ups and downs that the One Thing that doesn't change is my God, who is always sovereign, always seeking my best, and always ready to forgive and help me grow in Him. I need to daily throw myself into trusting that He knows what is best for me, that He does know what He's doing, and that whatever that is is all right by me.

I want to thank you for celebrating the new writing contracts with me. I hope you can celebrate even more the spiritual lessons I've learned and am still learning through this process. 


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Congratulations, Amy! You should receive an email from me soon!


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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

How to be a hater

I have learned to hate.

Hate is a driving force that spurs me to action, opinion, and determination. Weirded out yet? Yeah. I guess that’s not your typical opening statement for a devotional. But hate — in the correct context — can make a lot of sense.

Paul the Apostle stated it best when he said: “For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate.” (Romans 7:15 ESV)

I do the very thing that I hate. There is so much of my sinful self that I have come to despise. My impatience is one of them. When I have projects to complete, I become driven — focused — and my two year old suffers. The other night he was following me close on my heels, like a needy little puppy dog. I turned and snapped “go watch Bubbleguppies!”
Like really — what kid doesn’t want their mother to tell them to watch TV? The look in his big baby browns just about killed me. Sadness. Mommy didn’t want his help, or his prancing on tiptoes singing, “I may never march in the infary, toot in the tootery”. Mommy was too busy. He hung his head and without question returned to his banishment on the couch and the cheerful cartoons went over his head as he buried his face in his blanket.

I have come to hate the darkness inside of me.

“For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.” (Romans 7:18 ESV)

As humanity, we have formed a culture that fights for the right to act on our fleshly impulses. But as Paul defines, those impulses are “nothing good”. Strangely enough, in our fight for human rights, we have also fought for the right to damage, wound, impale, break, and scar those around us. For sin does not only affect ourselves. It does not only affect our relationship to God. It touches others in a rippling effect of pain.

“I have the desire to do what is right…” — I do. I really do. “…but not the ability to carry it out.” Failure. Morbid utter condemnation.

“Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?  Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:24-25a ESV)

I stared at my son while I was consumed with hatred for the sin inside of me that caused me to selfishly snap at my child, wounding his spirit of joy and creating even a smidgen of doubt that I wanted his presence in my life.

“Are you mad at Mommy, buddy?”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered it. He turned and his cheeks stretched into a smile. Sitting up, he patted my knee with all the love he could muster.

“It’s o-tay.”

He understood. Why? Because he’s already been there too. In his own tiny sinful self, he knows what it’s like to wound. He knows what it’s like to ask forgiveness.

Thanks be to God … to Jesus Christ our Lord … for in and of myself, I will continue to wound, to scar, to walk in darkness. But in Jesus, I find life, healing, strength, and the ability to claim His victory over my sinful self.

I have learned to love. I have learned to love life — and the righteousness found therein.

What have you learned to hate about your old nature and/or what new character has God recently taught you?

Monday, July 28, 2014

Life Lessons From Jane Eyre

This week I watched the BBC version of Jane Eyre with my daughter who'd never read the book or watched the movie. It was a great delight to see her enjoy the story.
My Mom's 1950 Random House copy of Jane Eyre
I'd read the book in high school and watched the movie with Jaime. But this time, I learned afresh something from Charlotte Bronte's vision and masterful story telling. I was intrigued by Jane's childhood relationship with Helen Burns at Lowood Orphanage. Of course, everyone loves Jane Eyre for the interesting romance between Jane and Mr. Rochester, but this time I saw the need for Helen's part in the story. Some argue that the story should have skipped the orphanage scenes--all useless and boring backstory. They might argue that it should have started on the road when she runs into Mr. Rochester's horse and unseats him, twisting his ankle and launching their "meet cute".

I for one, am glad that in 1847, backstory wasn't banished from publication like it is now. Otherwise, we would not know Helen Burns, who exemplifies a breath of heaven to me. And I think she did for Jane as well.

After Jane's Aunt Reed dumped her at the orphanage, failing to keep her promise to care for Jane and effectually making her destitute, Jane is left to a fate of enduring suffering at the hands of whatever refuge she might find. While we immediately feel empathy for her plight, indeed, no one in this life whether wealthy or destitute is exempt from suffering. Though in Jane we seem to watch it unfold as if she is detached from our own suffering--that is until we see her with Helen.

With Helen, Jane grapples with something so universal that it stunned me. Do we accept our fate and suffering in this world with great chafing or great endurance? Jane meets Helen after Helen has been reprimanded so severely by the headmaster, that Jane believes it an injustice. She learns Helen's name and that she is from the north. She asks if Helen will return there. Helen's response after having been cruelly humiliated: "No: why should I? I was sent to Lowood to get an education; and it would be of no use going away until I have attained that object."

Jane then protests that Miss Scatcherd was so cruel. Helen: "Cruel? Not at all! She is severe: she dislikes my faults." To which Jane replies: "and if I were in your place I should dislike her; I should resist her; if she struck me with that rod, I should get it from her hand; I should break it under her nose." (YES!! Go Jane!!)

But dear Helen replies: "Probably you would do nothing of the sort; but if you did, Mr. Brocklehurst would expel you from the school; that would be a great grief to your relations. It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you;  and, besides, the Bible bids us return good for evil."

Jane persists: "But then it seems disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to stand in the middle of a room full of people; and you are such a great girl: I am far younger than you, and I could not bear it."
And Helen gently reproves her: "Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear."

And then Jane's inner response: 'I heard her with wonder: I could not comprehend this doctrine of endurance; and still less could I understand or sympathize with the forbearance she expressed for her chastiser. Still I felt that Helen Burns considered things by a light invisible to my eyes. I suspected she might be right and I wrong.'

I believe it is Helen's light of the gospel that dawned in Jane's conscience, and yet how amazing that Helen accepted it so willingly and deeply at such a childish age. As a youngster I was more like Jane, perhaps still am. I went kicking and protesting my punishment for wrong, striking my hard heeled shoes against the wooden floors of my room beside the register, in order that all through the house, my protests would be known, though my voice silenced. I chafed at my perceived injustice then, and I love Helen Burns for being so blunt and matter of fact in her endurance. Perhaps she was sent to Jane, sent to us. Her life was shortened by consumption (TB), and perhaps she was gifted with endurance for her fate--a fate that heralded the light of the gospel for those of us more chafing, and of slower learning of conscience and forbearance.

Perhaps, it was all Helen's Light that helped Jane endure the pages of her story that followed?

Have you read Jane Eyre?
What do you love the most about Bronte's story?
Movie or book?
Blog post by Anne Love-
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Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday's Coffee Table Talk

Sorry, no book report from us today! All three of us seem to have hit the wall with our schedules. I've just finished six long weeks of a wild and car--azy work schedule. Jaime has been pounding out the last chapters of writing her current book. And Erica, well, she has book contracts raining down on her!

So, what's on your coffee table?  Pour the coffee! Pull up your chair to our coffee table! What are you reading right now? Please post a list of your current fun book, your To-Be-Read list, or your plans for summer relaxation and vacation ideas.
Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
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Thursday, July 24, 2014

TBT: Eastman Kodak 1923

My house does not look like a Kodak shot. My life does not look like a Pinterest Board. Outside the cropped lines and Pinterest Boards, are dirty laundry, crumbs on the floor, wrinkled clothes, dishes in the sink, and unmade beds. Pictures bring us a moment in time--usually the moment of beauty and order before disaster strikes. But they remain as reminders of the perfection and beauty we love and strive for. They remain as captured moments, our views of majestic creation, our moments of love.

Several weeks ago while camping, several friends of ours hopped in their pick up truck and hit the road to find some garage sales. Some were a complete bomb. But, we hit one on the lake where an awesome gentleman showed us around his Hosta Gardens. Every Genus and species of Hostas known to man was in his garden, labeled and amazing. Inside, he revealed a collection of old Kodak cameras that he'd collected for their antique booth. He was as much of an expert of the Kodaks as he was the Hostas!

Anne exclaimed in muted glee: "What's this?"

"It's an old Kodak." He opened it up and showed me....I'm was salivating.....

He showed me how it worked and where to look inside for the patent. It's at least a 1923 Pocket Kodak, the first patented listed in the U.S. is 1913.

It still has a stylus---no, electronic styluses were not the first to be used!

On the back, a small shade is lowered and the stylus is used to write onto the film, the name or place and date the photo is taken. The writing then appeared on the photo.

I wish I could get my hands on some old film cartridges to try!

Do you love old pics?
Old cameras?
Great finds?
Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
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Wife, mother, writer by night. 
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Time to Celebrate!!!!!

My nephew, Andrew (7) is somewhere behind this sparkler.

It's time to celebrate!

After what seemed to me to be a ridiculously long drought between contracts, (just over 2 years) I'm THRILLED to announce that I've experienced a change in the writing weather patterns. Back in April of this year, I wrote a guest post for Seekerville, one of my favorite blogs for writers, about what to do when that next contract doesn't come and doesn't come and doesn't come. You can find the blog post HERE.

A mere TWO weeks after that post aired, I received the wonderful news from my lovely agent, Rachelle Gardner of Books and Such Literary Management that we had sold a novella! SQUEE! "A Palace On the Plains" will debut in The Homestead Brides Collection from Barbour Publishing February 1st, 2015 (And EEP! I just learned that this collection is available for pre-order at! You can find it by clicking HERE.)

Joy, excitement, relief! More excitement. I was off the schnied!!!

Then, another thing happened!!! I received word from my publisher, Barbour Publishing, that they were releasing my last three Heartsong novels in one book called Colorado Dawn, which would be available December 1st of this year, just in time for Christmas. SQUEE, SQUEE! (This title, too, is available for pre-order through amazon by clicking HERE.)

One of my favorite book covers ever! So beautiful!

Then, as if those two weren't enough, Rachelle phoned me to say we'd sold a trade-length novel! SQUEE!! SQUEE!! SQUEE!!!! THE CACTUS CREEK CHALLENGE will release from Barbour Publishing July 2015. I'm super excited about this story. It was so much fun to write. I'm currently in the final polishing stages of this one before I turn it in to my editor.

My daughter's favorite celebration picture for my blogs. :D

Things couldn't get any better, could they? That's what I thought, until last Friday when I got MORE NEWS! TWO more of my novellas had been chosen for inclusion in TWO MORE collections!! WHAT????? CRAZY!!!! "The Archaeologist's Find" (thank you, Jaime for help brainstorming titles for this one) will appear in The Eligible Bachelors Collection, and "A Bride for Bear" will appear in The Convenient Brides Collection in the summer and fall of 2015.


God's timing is perfect...not just sorta good, not mostly beneficial, and certainly not random. His timing is perfect. I am praising Him for this opportunity to do what I love. The most important thing I'm learning is to praise him in the drought and in the flood, in the sunshine and in the rain, in the time of waiting and in the time of fulfillment. 

To celebrate this wonderful news and all the lessons God is teaching me, I'm giving away a 10$ amazon gift card to one reader. All you have to do is share with me one bit of recent good news that you've gotten recently and share the link to this blog on Facebook or Twitter or via email to a friend. Be sure to include in your comment where you shared the link.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

What's on your TV?

Summertime becomes my no-TV time. I try to regulate what I watch and how many hours. Especially now that I'm under deadline to get this current book written. Isn't it crazy how much time you can spend watching really good TV? And there are some very well-written shows that make a writer's brain spin and are completely addictive.

So, I've chose 2 shows for this summer.

First was:

Yes. I know. I go for the non-violent, heartwarming shows, don't I? Try violent, heart-pounding shows!! I realize 24 is probably not up most of your alleys, but I really do get involved with the gritty Jack Bauer. In fact, as I told another writer, I think every one of the heroes that I write summons some of the essence of Jack Bauer. Although, I haven't had one of my heroes torture any one. But one WAS guilty of murder.

Now I'm starting to watch:

Nothing like a little twisted Stephen King to mess up my brain this summer :) We've been recording it on DVR so we'll watch a few episodes to catch up and then finish out the summer with it. Just in time to type "The End" on my current book and take a break in September to wow myself with some season openers and then the tragedy of weeding out the ones I simply don't have time for. 

What's on your summer television?


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Monday, July 21, 2014

Favorite Pins for the Week

This week my Pinterest boards hit 2,500 followers. I have lots of fun pinning and sharing. I love it most for relaxing after work and for writing inspiration. Here are a few favorites from this week.
From my board:  Cup of Joe

 From my board: 19th Century Fashion

 From my board for writing inspiration: Characters

 From the board I use to inspire scenes: Scenes

Do you use Pinterest?
Post a link to your favorite boards to share.
What's your favorite use of Pinterest?
Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
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Friday, July 18, 2014


I have a confession.
Jody Hedlund will probably be officially wierded out after I air this publicly. But I've long since treasured her friendship. See? Wierd? Maybe. I'm not just a rabid fan, although I really try not to stalk her on Facebook. But she was one of the FIRST writers who took me under her wing and mentored me through a few crisis she may not even remember doing. Encouraging me, reassuring me, and all that fun stuff writers don't have time to do--but great writers do when they care. And Jody. Cares.

So I'm THRILLED to feature her today on her blog tour with a behind-the-scenes look in her newest release!! And I'm thrilled to report that Jody's book is a SIZZLER in one of my most favorite places in the world. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan. A lighthouse, adventure, a love triangle and a war. If that doesn't sizzle your summer, then you're made of something much stronger than ice!!
Keep reading--you'll have a chance to win a copy!


Behind the Scenes of Captured By Love
A Sizzling Romance: Pass Me a Fan!

Reviews of my previous books say things like:
"Hot Historical Romance!"
"The romance! I'm amazed I don't have scalded fingertips from smoldering pages. Toe-curling doesn't begin to describe it!"
"The author has a knack for writing a great kissing scene without it being too much."
"The romance was swoon worthy in every part."
"Jody is a master at making the reader feel the attraction between the hero and heroine. I could feel the attraction warm my own heart. I love that the romance is innocent and clean, a true Christian Romance."

With all of my books so far, most readers have enjoyed reading a clean romance that still has a bit of a sizzle. Captured by Love is definitely one of my most sizzling romances so far. You'll probably want to keep a fan handy when you're reading! Or a glass of ice cubes!

This is my first time writing a love triangle, and I had a lot of fun pitting two brothers against each other as they vie for the love of the beautiful heroine, Angelique Mackenzie.
Jean Durrant is the fair-haired younger brother. He takes after his American-born mother, is quiet, tender-hearted, and sacrificial. He's always adored Angelique and to help protect her from her evil step-father, he proposes to her and she accepts. He's loyal to the core, and so when the British invade Mackinac Island, Jean remains loyal to the American cause and thus is forced to leave the island and Angelique behind.

Pierre Durrant is the older brother with the dark good looks of his French fur-trading Father. He's a reckless, wild son, who ran away from home to live his own life. After being gone for many years, the prodigal finally returns to ask his family for forgiveness only to find that the conditions on the island have grown unbearable under the British rule. He also finds that his sweet childhood friend, Angelique Mackenzie has grown up into a ravishing beauty.

Of course Angelique cares deeply for both of the brothers. Each of them offers her something she desires. Kind, sweet Jean pledges her his deepest devotion and the stability of a home on the island she loves. But with the wild, adventure-loving Pierre, she finds passion unlike anything she's ever experienced.

Angelique is forced to make an agonizing choice between the two: the man who gives her the security she desperately longs for or the man who captures her heart with his friendship and love.
Readers will struggle alongside Angelique in the tough choice she must make. Will she stay on Mackinac Island with Jean and become a farmer's wife? Or will she give up her precious island home and the security it offers to become a voyageur's wife, something she's vowed she'll never do?

You'll have to read the book to find out who she chooses! How's that for a teaser?!

How about YOU? How much sizzle do you like in the books you read? In your opinion, how far is too far to take the sizzle?

Where readers can find me:
I hang out on Facebook here: Author Jody Hedlund
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My home base is at my website:
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Jody Hedlund is an award-winning historical romance novelist and author of the best-selling books, The Preacher's Bride, Unending Devotion, and A Noble Groom. She received a bachelor’s degree from Taylor University and a master’s from the University of Wisconsin, both in Social Work. Currently she makes her home in Michigan with her husband and five busy children. 

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

TBT: Abshire Mansion

A week ago I schedule a lunch date with my hubby to walk through a mansion open house in the town where I work. The mansion was sold to a community healthcare clinic and they opened it for an open house to help raise funds and awareness.

I just love old houses like this. 

I was amazed at the different fireplaces like this one in the main dining room.

Then this one in the servant's quarters upstairs.

And finally, this one in the carriage house.

Also, this is the doorknob to in the main entryway.

Compared to one upstairs.

And finally, a hand-hold type on in the carriage house on the stable door.

The staircase was lovely!

The radiators were unique.

And the sliding doors of the carriage house were even interesting.

We could still smell oats, and see where the grain had been stored.

The home was first built in 1852, but in 1872 a cyclone took the roof. In 1883 A.F. Wilden purchased the home and built a stone wall around the perimeter, which still stands. In 1903, retired Chicago businessmen bought the home and completely razed it to build a lovely 8,000 square foot home. He brought fine masons from Chicago, using stones from the hilly area north of Goshen. It wasn't until the 1920's that the home was sold to Goshen mayor, John O. Abshire and became known as the Abshire Mansion. The stable includes a box stall for the birth of colts, a tack room, and a blacksmith area, and is believed to be the original stable for the home. The home will be dedicated for Maple City Health Care Center in early 2015.

Do you have mansions in your hometown?
Have you visited them?

Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Presidential Homes

Whew! My husband and I are just back from a non-stop two-week vacation, and I almost feel as if I need another one to recover. We saw so many amazing things, learned so much history, everything from antebellum plantations to World War II battleships.

Our first stop along the way was in Springfield, IL, where we visited the Lincoln Presidential Museum and Library and the Lincoln Family Home.

This is the fourth Presidential Home I've visited.

The home of President and Mrs. Lincoln

My first Presidential Home was that of Dwight D. Eisenhower.

The boyhood home of Dwight D. Eisenhower
Ike's house is in Abilene, KS, about 20 minutes from where I grew up, so I've seen it several times. School field trips, whenever relatives came to visit from out of town, and once with my boyfriend-now-husband.

A few years ago, I toured the Ulysses S. Grant home in Galena, IL. 
The Home of Ulysses and Julia Grant
Galena is a little out of the way, but if you ever have a chance to go there, take it! Nearly every building in town is on the National Register, and they are beautiful. Mansions everywhere, charming shops, friendly people.
The Grant home sits atop a hill overlooking the river and was a gift from the town to their favorite son. The county museum in town is well worth a visit, too, as it will fill in the gaps about how Grant arrived in Galena, his Civil War service, and information on the other SIX Civil War generals to come from the town of Galena, IL. (Including one Native American.)

Two years ago, my husband took me to see the home of Benjamin Harrison in Indianapolis, IN.

Benjamin Harrison House
This house is stunning, inside and out. Broad porches, curving spiral staircases three stories high, amazing woodwork and heavy, baroque furniture. Our docent during this tour was new and had memorized EVERYTHING you could possibly say during a tour and told us all of it. :) The one hour tour took more than two hours, and it was great. 

Each home was different, each reflecting the decorative tastes of the lady of the home. Eisenhower's was the only boyhood home, the rest being the adult homes of their owners. Some had common links, such as the Harrison and Grant homes each having a piece of the Lincoln Presidential china from the White House, and all of the homes having at least one room (and in the case of Lincoln and Grant many, many) rooms with hideous wallpaper. :)

Have you ever visited a Presidential Home? If so, which one(s)?