Well, wwh, the Turtle Mound oyster shells weren't used for any Seminole mortar that I've heard about.

We have an estate here in Richmond, Virginia, that was a bequest of James Branch Dooley and his wife, Sallie May. The estate, Maymont, during the period the Dooleys lived there, had a long magnolia-lined, oyster shell drive from Hampton Street up to the porte-cochière. The magnolias (Magnolia grandiflora) are still there, heavy-limbed and aching with the passionate beauty they have born, but the oyster shells are no more. A crude asphalt lines the way now, and the magnolias most certainly weep for the loss. One of my fantasies is to imagine being carried along that drive in the moonlight peering through sagging magnolia limbs, and hearing the rush and crunch of wheels over shells, once served from the bounty of the Dooley's grand board. yeah, yeah, I know they didn't eat all those oysters, but it's part of my fantasy. Curiously, the Dooleys had no children.

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