The love of history hit me rather hard for the first time in second grade at this place. It was around Christmastime, and my CLUE group (that little phenom should get its own page) was doing a "History of Memphis" tour. At the time, they talked about Yule logs and had a Christmas tree sporting actual candles with actual fire. They passed around some sort of large seed or fruit that smelled of cloves. They contrasted the men's toilet situation (outside, Guy) with that of the ladies' (chamber pot under the rather high bed). If they're open around Christmastime, you won't learn about Yule logs or see a Christmas tree; you see, those were German Protestant traditions, and Eugene Magevney was Irish Catholic...

Check out the mysterious building foundations out back that may or may not have been the slaves' quarters.