March 28, 2005

New Orleans Plantation Homes

This Friday was cool as me and Jess went to visit the Ormond Plantation in Destrehan. We saw another couple there and was greeted by this elderly lady with a monotone voice and limited enthusiasm. She took our 14 dollars and proceeded to go through the motions of history on the house. It was like she was reading a summary and rushing through everything. It felt like I was getting a tour of grandma's house and as she rushed through so fast, I remembered that I'd gotten better tours and history on houses from my Realtor a year ago. She was the worst, and when she took us to rooms to look around, she'd not even give us enough time to actually look around. The doll room was the creepiest and I've heard stories about that place. She said that some guy took a photo of one of the dolls with no eyes had blue eyes in the picture. Jessica's dad told a story of when he worked there and heard someone upstairs walking and sweeping the floor, but he was the only one there. We were pretty damn disappointed and so headed to the Destrehan Plantation, which was about a mile down the road. It was much better as there were lots of tourist, a gift shop, and tour guides with enthusiasm, knowledge, and dressed up in traditional old-style southern outfits. Informative and nicely restored, the Destrehan Plantation tour was more worth the money at 10 dollars a piece. Apparently, one thing that sticks out in my mind is how when Louisiana was first formed a colony (before it became a state), it was mandatory to be Catholic, and thus, the tradition of having Parishes instead of Counties is one of the few things that still exist from the traditional values back then. We want to stay at one that is known for being haunted.. not sure if it's just rumor or fact started by the people may or may not have seen things or by the planataion bed and breakfast to entice business... either way, it would be interesting and probably a rush to do it. Maybe someday. I'm open minded, yet skeptical on things. I'd like to believe my senses in life and rely on them for many percieved facts and fictions.

Posted by Reese at March 28, 2005 11:12 AM