Seems sad to be writing about Jamestown on this Sunday when they are being drenched with Hurricane Sandy. In fact, this is the notice on their website.
CLOSURE ALERT: Due to the anticipated storm, Historic Jamestowne will be closed to the public on Sunday, 10/28, and Monday, 10/29. The Dale House Café will close at 2 pm on Saturday, 10/27 and will remain closed through Monday. Historic Jamestowne will reopen once storm damage assessments and cleanup have been completed. The Colonial Parkway will remain open, however motorists should be aware that downed trees may ultimately make the scenic byway impassable.

The Historic Triangle Shuttle and Jamestown Area Shuttle will not operate on Sunday or Monday.

The Colonial Parkway is a beautiful road, umbrella-ed by oaks, maples and other tall, leafy trees … hopefully not too many of them will be damaged.

Again, the day we were there – just a few weeks ago, the weather was beautiful. We enjoyed  lunch right on the site at the Dale House Cafe which had sort of cutesy Jamestown names like Old Dominion, John Rolfe stew,  Lady Nelson Quiche, etc. I think I had the roast turkey/cranberry sandwich (Oops! I mean the U.S. Grant), I don’t remember for sure.

What I do remember is sitting out on the patio, watching the boats go down the James River.

The view from our table …


I had asked one of the leaders at the conference where a good public beach was located so that we could drive down on Sunday morning. She said, “Oh, Virginia Beach is the best.” A leader standing nearby agreed and then excitedly added that we would hit the last day of the Neptune Festival. “You’ll get to see the sand sculptures.”

We didn’t know what the Neptune Festival was, but the sand sculpture part sounded good.

So early the next morning (well, about 3:a.m., but that’s a whole other story), we headed out. We dropped B. from Headquarters at the airport and then headed south toward Virginia Beach. We did a Starbucks run and put in a CD of Dr. Jeremiah for our mobile church service and drove through unfamiliar streets and towns.

And found the beach. And the festival. And the ocean.

But the first five people we asked had no idea where any sand sculptures would be.

First things first. Although the night before Barb had seen lights reflecting in the ocean – this was the first true look and we needed to find a place where she could dip her toes.


As Lee’s aides were looking around for a place for the Grant/Lee meeting  they happened upon a resident of the town: Wilmer McLean who was working in his yard. They asked Mr. McLean if he knew of a good place for an important meeting and he led them to a small, uninhabited, unfurnished structure. When they told Mr. McLean the structure wouldn’t work – he said they could use the parlor of his home. When seeing that the home was well-furnished and comfortable, they agreed and went to find Lee to tell him a place had been found.

But let’s backtrack here. There is an interesting twist to the story.

Back in July of 1861, about 120 miles south of Appomattox, the McLean family owned a plantation in the town of Manassas, Virginia. The conflict between the states was escalating and Mr. McLean, offered his home to General P. G. T. Beauregard as headquarters. A cannonball was fired at the house. The ball went down the fireplace and as Beauregard himself wrote, “A comical effect of this artillery fight was the destruction of the dinner of myself and staff by a Federal shell that fell into the fireplace of my HQ at the McLean House.” This was the First Battle of Bull Run (one of the first Civil War battles) and it took place on McLean’s farm – yes, the very same man. Mr. McLean, a grocer by trade, decided to protect his family and moved them north to Appomattox County.

And now the final agreement would be signed in his house.

Giving Mr.McLean the distinction of having the Civil War start in his front yard and end in his parlor.

General Lee showed up about 1:00 and waited in McLean’s home. Thirty minutes later Grant arrived. For 25 minutes they chatted (yes, chatted) with neither of them talking about the reason why they were there. They discussed a former time they had met during the Mexican War and the conversation was polite and friendly. Finally, Lee got to the point. Grant said he would hold to the terms he had set in an earlier letter. (Grant later said he was embarrassed to bring up the subject of Lee’s defeat.)

The war had been ugly. The war divided a nation, friends and family. The war was unthinkable.

Yet, here at the end, both men acted with grace and simplicity. According to the Appomattox website – Grant showed “compassion and generosity.” Lee understood “that the best course was for his men to return home and resume their lives as American citizens.”

Lee did not offer his sword (as was customary) and Grant did not ask for it.

Again from the site’s web account: “The character of both Lee and Grant was of such a high order that the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia has been called “The Gentlemen’s Agreement.”

I stand on the steps of the McLean House and ponder the events that happened within the walls.

Although some of the buildings in the historic site are original – McLean’s house is not. It was taken down to move it somewhere else and then reconstructed.

The road in front of the house. Can’t you imagine Grant riding out of the woods?

The table where in the agreement was signed – actually a replica of the table where the agreement was signed.  Lee sat here.

Grant sat here.


On the morning of April 9, 1865, General Robert E. Lee realized that he had a problem. His army could go no further.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, General Grant was riding toward Appomattox Court House where his men had stopped the onslaught of Confederate soldiers. So, Lee (not having a smart phone) sent a letter asking General Grant if they could meet and discuss the surrender of his army.

Grant had a horrible headache that morning, but later said that once he read Lee’s letter, the headache instantly went away. He wrote back to Lee promising he would do what he could to get to the front of his lines to meet with him. But he said that Lee could choose the place.

Lee’s aides rode back to find Lee and deliver Grant’s reply. Lee was sitting under an apple tree next to the Appomattox River. Together, Lee and his aides rode further to find a good place for a meeting … and came upon the sleepy little village of Appomattox Court House then known as Clover Hill.  The village didn’t consist of much more than a few houses and businesses around the tavern.

But in that sleepy little village history was made.

The Village itself is called Appomattox Court House – but this building actually WAS the courthouse itself. Now, a new Appomattox Court House is in the nearby “new” town of Appomattox. The new Appomattox Court House in Appomattox is used for county records as is any modern-day court house.

Appomattox Court House in Appomattox Court House is used as a visitor’s center for the Appomattox Court House National Historic Site.

Are you confused?

Here is the old courthouse.