A cold Sunday in Georgia

Sadly, and for whatever reason, an arctic chill is biting through Georgia, the temperature has dropped by about 15 degrees C.  But there is no more rain.  I have woken early again but feel refreshed despite the throat. It's off to Public House , which we visited yesterday, again.  Public House was originally a general store for the Roswell Mill. It is one of Roswell’s most significant historical sites and one of the few area buildings pre-dating the Civil War.

The smaller area, portioned off by the brick columns, became the Dunwoody Shoe Shop in 1920. And as was the custom in those days, the upstairs was a funeral home. If you look carefully, you can discern where the opening was in the ceiling for raising and lowering caskets.
During the Civil War,  the building was spared from the Unionist torches in order to use it as a Union hospital. Public House legend has it that a forbidden romance arose between Michael, a 17-year-old Union soldier, and Catherine, a southern belle and nurse. One night while on guard duty at the hospital, Michael was killed by Confederate soldiers. Catherine also died, but no one really knows how. Some say she was so grief-stricken over Michael’s loss that she hung herself across in the square.

Nowadays you can hear Michael and Catherine dancing in the loft, banging on the piano or playing tricks on the staff. Many Public House visitors and investigators have been witness to some of the eerie goings-on here at night.  The staff provide us examples of ghosts they have encountered. Today they are all dressed for Haloween.  Here's Red Riding Hood at the till.

And here's my lemon blueberry pancake with fruit cornucopia 

Meet the lovely Matt all dressed up as white trash! 

And vultures, would you believe round the real trash

We then wander up Mill Lane 

Note the Confederate flag 

We pass old mill  buildings and walk down to Vickery Creek past two historic mills, 

 a covered bridge, and a spillway waterfall in Atlanta's Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area.

And look who has come to dinner

This is the most affectionate, positively clingey cat, I have ever met.