“Yes,” Laura flared. “We have a souvenir of the Union ships that blasted their cannons at the house.” Fingering a small black cannonball lodged in the thick wall of the entryway, she said, “Mama was proud of it and allowed no one to remove it. Our home served as a hospital for Union soldiers. General Grant slept in my parents’ bed after Vicksburg surrendered, so Oak Grove was spared.”
Bradford stood by her as he touched the smooth ball. “You were lucky no one was hurt.”
“Yes, even Father’s business survived. We were very fortunate. Until now!”
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