On the evening of October 7, 2008,with Tom Brokaw of NBC/MSNBC in the moderator’s chair, Senator John McCain (R-AZ) and then-Senator Barack Obama(D-IL) engaged in a town hall format debate on the campus of Nashville’s Belmont University. Not being a particular devotee of politics, I was more interested in the oldest building on campus: the home of a true southern belle named Adelicia Hayes Franklin Acklen Cheatham (1817-1887)–the ghost of Belmont University.
Adelicia Acklen, as she is most usually known, was a steel magnolia, everything a southern belle was supposed to be: a wife, mother, accomplished flirt, and canny businesswoman, not above using her flirtatiousness and beauty to bring men to terms. In the evocative words of writer Christopher K. Coleman, “her real-life manipulation of the male of the species would have made the fictional Scarlett O’Hara seem like a naive schoolgirl in comparison” (Strange Tales of the Dark and Bloody Ground [1998], p. 182).
Married for the first time at twenty-two, to Isaac Franklin, a man nearly thirty years her senior, Adelicia was left a widow at twenty-nine. She bore four children to Franklin, but none survived childhood. To her second husband, Joseph Acklen, she bore six children, three of whom lived to adulthood.
Her most famous exploit came during the Civil War. With Joseph Acklen already dead and her cotton holdings in Louisiana threatened by both Confederate troops (who wanted to burn them to keep them from falling into Union hands) and Union troops (who wanted to burn them to keep Addie, as she was called, from selling them for profit and possibly turning over the profits to the Confederate war effort), she persuaded both sides to spare her cotton–probably making effective use of her status as a widow with children to raise in those difficult times–and got a Confederate cavalry escort for the Union wagon train that took her cotton to New Orleans, where she promptly sold it to British merchants. She made a huge profit on this venture, it’s said, perhaps as much as a million dollars, and ended the war as one of the richest women in the south.
The girl had talent–
Addie’s last marriage didn’t end well. She left her third husband, a Dr. Cheatham, in 1886, went to live with one of her grown children in New York City, and died there on a shopping trip in 1887.
Her mansion was sold and for many years operated as an exclusive finishing school–and later college–for young women. Two of Belmont’s most distinguished alumnae from that period in its history were the legendary Broadway performer Mary Martin and country music’s beloved Sarah Cannon–better known as Cousin Minnie Pearl. As a four year university under the auspices of the Southern Baptist Convention since the 1950s, it boasts among other distinguished graduates singer Trisha Yearwood.
Addie’s mansion is used today for formal receptions and the like. There have been stories, however, that she has haunted the house almost from the time of her death.
She was photographed, some years ago, standing beside a clock that had belonged to her second husband, a slender woman in a hooded cloak.
Sometimes, she’s seen as a Lady in White, as she was on the night in the 1960s when some coeds, studying late in a lounge in the old building, looked up and saw her: in a gown belted at the waist, her black hair hanging loose like a young girl’s, seemingly as solid as the girls themselves–until she vanished.
I hope candidates, media and audience in attendance at the event, that night, behaved well. I cannot think that a true southern lady, as Addie undoubtedly was, would have put up with any bad behavior.
I wouldn’t think she would have been pleased with all that bunch in her house but was too much of a lady to do anything. I know I wouldn’t want them in my house-not that they would ever want to come to little old me’s humble abode anyway but…
Doggone … every time I read one of your stories — and especially this one — it just makes me want to haunt something. But not a courthouse.
Did I ask you before whether Addie may have been at least a partial inspiration for Margaret Mitchell?
Don’t post too much while I’m gone, okay? I hate to miss anything.
Me either, Lily. It may sound mean, but I’d rather have an honest robber (i.e., one who makes no bones about his purpose in being there) in the house than a dang politician
because the politician wouldn’t only rob you blind, but lie about it–
Uh–actually I burst out giggling when you said my stories make you want to go out and haunt something, AM, because it reminded me of Colorado “ghost writer” MaryJoy Martin–who, according to the blurbs on the back of her book Ghosts, Ghouls and Goblins used to “haunt the Georgetown Loop railroad”–a notoriously haunted place, BTW–in full costume, but claims to have reformed.
About Addie Acklen–she sounds like she should have been the model for Scarlett O’Hara, but apparently she wasn’t. Mitchell’s model may have been an Atlanta belle named Sally “Buck” Preston (yes, Buck was her nickname), who was famously stalked by the Confederate general John Bell Hood. Unfortunately, Buck Preston didn’t live as long or relatively happy a life as Addie–Buck died at 39 after some very difficult years. (I’ve never run across anything to indicate she haunts anyplace, either.)
I probably won’t be posting much but music while you’re gone, the archives having run dangerously thin and I’m still not particularly inspired. (An afternoon with my books might be moderately productive, but I’m not very sanguine about it.) We’ll see what we come up with–say hi to Beam for me & y’all have a safe trip! <3
See, there you go. It’s the idea of the costume that’s appealing, Fair. Imagine haunting something in a lawyer costume. Not even any romantic English wigs or gowns. It just wouldn’t be the same as your stories make me envision it. Sigh.
Ah, yes, I think you told me about Buck before. But Addie would certainly have been a good model, too. Maybe Vivien Leigh knew about her, or the producers did. But I’m not even sure Leigh was the first Scarlett cast. So I don’t know.
Anyway, sorry to hear you’re not feeling inspired. I’ll have Angmar run Hampson down to you today. Maybe having a muse about will help some. And if not, at least it will make a good distraction. By the way way, we were talking at work about what we will name our new conference rooms. One of my colleagues suggested tenors, and I had to put in a good word for Mr. Handsome. The President of the firm immediately shot back, “NO.” Spoil sport. He probably wants to name them after golf holes at Augusta National. Well, I never.
Enjoy your time with Hampson, but be sure to send him back here after the weekend. I could use a muse, myself.
Will say hello to Beam. See you soon. <3
Just so happens, Vivien Leigh was not the first Scarlett actually cast–if I remember the story right, Paulette Goddard had already signed a contract to play her, and when whatsisname decided to cast Vivien Leigh instead, MGM had to buy out Goddard–
Your firm’s president is obviously culturally challenged. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Meantime, will keep an eye out for Hampson. I had a little talk with BooBoo, and he’s promised he won’t do so much as grin at Angmar. Since Hampson can and does on occasion sing BooBoo to sleep, he doesn’t want to risk Angmar dropping him.
And you, young lady, have given me an idea for a blog post. It may take me a couple of days to get it organized and written, but it certainly will be ready by the time you get back. Let’s see how well I can make Shakespeare, a cursed clock, Clarence Darrow, and Don Henley work together.
Oh, I don’t know. When I said that to him about Augusta, he reminded me that all the holes are named for flowers (which I knew) and then suggested that maybe we should name the rooms after flowers, which isn’t a bad idea for a state that has a lot of wild flowers. But I think our local lakes are going to win. Five conference rooms, five lakes.
Can’t wait to read the new blog. Always happy to contribute any way I can. And this one sounds like something.
Lakes are okay. Most of them have quite euphonious names.
I missed one element of that upcoming post, btw. Brimstone.