Stonewall Jackson has always loomed large in my family’s life. He’s the reason Stephanie fell in love with the Civil War back when she was four, and her love affair dragged us all with it. It’s been going on now for seventeen years.
Now he looms over us quite literally—fifty feet tall, 400 feet above us—on the granite face of Stone Mountain.
Robert E. Lee and Jefferson Davis are up there, too. To Steph, they’re sidebars (even Lee). She’s here to see Stonewall Jackson in all his larger-than-life glory.
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