Mrs. Frances MacKenmy, late of Virginia. Welcome Mrs. MacKenny F: Just call me Frannie, most folks do. Me: Okay, so Frannie, tell us a little about yourself? Where are you from? F: Why I was born right here in Virginia. Born, raised, married...and murdered. This plantation was one of the largest cotton producers in the 1850's, at the peak of production we had one hundred slaves. Pappa kept the cotton selling and made a handsome profit. Kept the family name blemish free, for the most part. Me: Married and murdered? But you're flesh and blood - aren't you? F: Goodness no. I was married on a beautiful June day in 1859 to Robert MacKenny. It wasn't a match of my choosing, but I did as my father bid me. Wed the cad and on our wedding night he and the harlot he married after my death poisoned me. Imagine if you will feeling your life ebbing away as you watch your younger sister and your husband embracing. I was rather angered by it. When I woke, I was here, in this p...