I’ve recently returned from a 17-day trip through Kentucky and the Southeast promoting “My Old Confederate Home: A Respectable Place for Civil War Veterans”. Out of all the bookstore visits, speeches, signings and interviews, the most touching event for me was the Confederate Memorial Day celebration at the Confederate Cemetery in Pewee Valley. Several hundred spectators attended the event in a beautiful little cemetery where more than 300 former residents of the Kentucky Confederate Home found their final resting place.
Instead, all they got was me.
I was the keynote speaker for the memorial ceremony, and there was a noticeable lack of oratorical flourish or expertise. (About the only audience response was when a lady keeled over from heatstroke and had to be carried away by paramedics. My father-in-law said he wished he’d thought of it first.)
It was a sweet and touching affair.