Susan Pringle Alston, daughter of Charles, lived in this house until her death in 1921, and is credited with much of the home’s preservation. She never married, and little wonder. Although she was certainly attractive enough to attract a mate, she was reluctant to succumb to the social laws of her lifetime that would require that she relinquish her assets to a husband upon marriage. Instead, she left her fortunes to a distant cousin upon her demise, one that continues to occupy the third floor of the home even today.
Family portraits, painted in Paris, English Regency furnishings, and an elaborate 1811 harp made in London still occupy the drawing room. Brass, bronze and ormolu chandeliers, still perfectly intact dazzle visitors with their intricacy and beauty. But the piece de resistance is the original copy of the signed Articles of Succession (the printer made 200, one for each signer, of which Alston was one). We are told that Alston and General P.G.T. Beauregard watched from the piazza of this home to see the bombardment of Fort Sumter.
Touring the house brings up details of the challenges of life to those who lived before the establishment of such modern-day necessities as supermarkets, air conditioning, central heating and sewage treatment plants. Even the rich entertained visitors only on the second floors, since livestock and the ensuing odors and waste products were all too evident on the ground floor. Even with a staff of 23, including 8 "body servants" as this family enjoyed, only one meal per day could be assembled and served properly considering the enormous amount of effort that it required.
If walls could talk this house would tell great tales. Regardless of its silence, the remnants and relics of its history still speak of a truly memorable history of great families and grand days in a budding republic interrupted, but not discouraged, by periods of utter devastation. If the wars and economic blows were not enough, nature also has taken many a shot. Even rather recently hurricane Hugo dealt the home a tremendous disservice when it battered Charleston and left two feet of swamp mud in the home’s first floor. You would never suspect any of this if it weren’t for the pictures in the historic gallery room that offered proof.
Amidst all this bustle, an heir to the Alston family still resides in the third floor of the home, which explains the volunteer ladies’ call for decorum and hushed tones during the tour. Considering that, I would like to offer thanks to the Middleton Place Foundation, www.middletonplace.org, its supporters and volunteers and the extreme generosity of the current resident, who continue to love and cherish this piece of American history while welcoming the throngs of visitors who traipse through it daily filled with wonderment and awe in having a glimpse into its historic past.