A hundred fifty years ago this weekend, the British blockade runner Denbigh was here in Galveston, loading cotton and waiting for a dark night to slip again out of the harbor. Her destination, as usual, was Havana. I’ve never been to Cuba, but I’d sure like to go.
- In other recent news, the “Five Flags” display is going up again at the Pensacola Bay Center, but without the Confederate Battle Flag. The CBF should never have been included in a display of national flags in the first place. (h/t Kevin Levin)
- On the other hand, the City Council in Charlottesville eliminated Lee-Jackson Day as an official city holiday. Remarkably, Karen Cooper’s rant about black people on welfare buying sneakers and Susan Hathaway accusing the council of “backwater tyranny” were not persuasive.
- On Friday night in Charleston, 150 people who had bought tickets waited anxiously to discover the contents of a 151-year-old wine bottle recovered from the wreck of the blockade runner Mary Celestia in Bermuda (above).”The panel said the cloudy yellow-gray liquid smelled and tasted like a mixture of crab water, gasoline, salt water and vinegar, with hints of citrus and alcohol.” They also said it was 37% alcohol, so if you can get the first couple of glasses down, you might not care so much after that.
- The first artifacts from the recovery of C.S.S. Georgia at Savannah have been presented to the public. (h/t Barry Colbaugh)
- I see that Pat Godwin and her “Friends of Forrest” group in Selma have decided to give the finger to the folks commemorating the events of Bloody Sunday. Thanks for confirming that you are who we thought you were, Pat.
- Not to be outdone, Confederate Heritage activist/performance artist/beard H. K. Edgerton explains how MLK and George Wallace should have just talked things over back in the day. A mint-julep summit, you might say.
- Mort Künstler has retired after a long career of painting historical subjects, particularly relating to the Civil War. Everyone has a favorite painting of his; mine is his cover art for “Yank Commandant of Nude Women Plantation-Compound.“
- Tom Crestodina is a commercial fisherman in Bellingham, Washington. When his son Franio was a toddler, Tom wanted to tell him all about what he was doing on the boats during the weeks he spent away from home. But Franio was too little to read, so Tom began drawing pictures showing what life on the boats was like. Wonderful, wonderful pictures.
- And finally, my C-SPAN interview that I mentioned a while back aired this weekend, and can be seen online here, with lots of other good stuff.
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