November 8, 1900 - August 16, 1949
"Well fiddle dee dee!"
She wrote the book "Gone With the
Wind" and that's all you really
need to know. Except for how vile her museum is.
She lived in Atlanta, and wrote the book while living in a basement flat of
Here's the sign
in front of it.
Seems that Daimler-Benz put a ton of
money into it, and some vandals burned it down a couple of times. Wonder why.
They finally were able to restore it again. Tourist trap much?
Now, can I just say, I've been there. This museum was probably the single
dullest thing I have ever experienced. First they make you pay 7 bucks to get a
Then they give you about an hour to see the 4
or 5 photographs they have blown up to 10 feet by 10 feet, just to make them
interesting. Then, and we weren't prepared for this, it was story-telling day.
Oh. My. God. We should bolted immediately, but we were (to use a Tenuta-ism)
sucked into it's gravitational pull. It was awful. We must have listened to this
blind woman telling stories for 45 minutes. They were the longest, most boring
stories you can imagine. I shudder when I think about if for too long. IT WAS
AWFUL. I have no problem with disabled persons, but you would think that her
inability to see would have made her more sensitive to where the people were in
the room. She proceeded to talk TO A WALL for most of the
time. I cannot tell you a single story she told, they were that dull. And
long. OhmyGod. Anyway, we were finally ushered into the building that Margaret
Mitchell herself called, "the dump." Need I say more? OF COURSE!
We were treated to a seven-dollar tour of "The Dump," (I reiterate
- their words, not mine) given by a woman who relished every nugget of dull
information she had. Now, if you were going to take this tour, you WOULD want
the guide to enjoy it too, right? That's a given. It just wasn't
interesting enough. Dully dull dull. There was one horribly naughty bit (like
when I was at band camp
) when we could peek around a corner of a door, and
see a semi-nude picture of a woman. Mitchell reportedly put it there to shock
people, so the museum staff put it back up for us. We were so desperate to see
something interesting, that we looked. We blushed. Yawn. Anyway, this
is where Maggie Mitchell wrote the damn book.
lived here for 7 tragic years. Vile.
She finally saw the fricken light (and residuals, I'm sure), and moved into
this apartment building on S.
Her place was/is called One
She lived in Apartment 4,
which was just above
the front door.
Here's a shot of her
It was from this apartment, that she left her
home for the last time, on August 11, 1949.
The Mag piece and her husband were going to catch a flick, but decided to
stop for cocktails (atta girl!) at the Atlanta
Women's Club, on Peachtree Street.
The cinema, which
has been torn down now, stood
By the way, the film they were going to see was
"The Canterbury Tales." No snide remarks here, coz I ain't seen it.
They were crossing the road at 13th and Peachtree, when a taxi driven by Hugh Gravitt
rounded the blind curve.
She freaked, panicked, and darted into the path of the
car. Like a deer in headlights. Well, you know what happened next? Blammo. Right
It was reported that the driver was going
anywhere from 35 to 50 miles per hour, in a 25 mph zone. The skid marks were 67
feet long. Yow.
March 2002 Findadeath.com friend Cayley send us this: Margaret Mitchell died (now that I live in Atlanta, I have to find these things out)
at Grady Memorial Hospital in downtown Atlanta which was the same hospital that "Supermodel" Nikki Taylor was in for all that time after her big car crash last year.
Margaret Mitchell died on the 16th of August, from brain damage. I
don't know what hospital she was in. Her body was taken to Spring Hill Funeral
On August 17th, her
funeral was held.
Only 300 invited guests were allowed
to attend. After the service, fans converged, and tore apart the floral
arrangements for souvenirs. I know I would have. Maggie was taken to Oakland
Cemetery, for burial.
Now here's the weird bit. In her will, Maggie wanted the original draft of
"Gone blah blah blah" burned. Yes, burned. The day after she died, her
secretary and the building custodian burned it in the boiler of One South Prado.
Hello! Here is the plaque
to commemorate this event.
The tour guide at the dump told us that there are a
few pages of it left in a safe deposit box, and if anyone were to dispute
Mitchell's authorship, it would be opened, proven, and then destroyed. Does this
make sense to anyone else? I really think that something dodgy was
up with Miss Maggie.
UPDATE: Hi - I read your story on Margaret Mitchell and here are a couple of facts that would actually spice up your prose.
The character of Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind was based upon her first husband, Red. He was a drunkard and a
wife beater and they divorced. In this particular time in polite society, being abused and divorced was considered shameful. Thus, she kept her first husband, with his drinking and beating ways, a secret.
So, the reason she had the manuscript destroyed was so this guy could never see the original manuscript with references to him and demand money or let her secret out. Of course, it didn't really matter anyway, because he jumped out of a hotel window shortly after she died. He was drunk...
Hope that helps! Thanks for the interesting stories! Laurie Tanner
ANOTHER UPDATE FEB 2001: Her husband had some kind of an affliction where he hiccuped CONSTANTLY. It
got so bad that at times they feared for his health (I guess it weakened his
heart). Can you imagine how annoying that must have been? He had a host of other health problems as well.
The night she was killed, when they were crossing that street, she LEFT HIM
ALONE in the middle of said street and was running back to the curb when the car
hit her. I think she was just trying to get rid of some dead weight and it
backfired and she ended up French kissing the grill of that taxi.
Once again, I enjoy the hell out of your site and I'm almost looking forward
to celebrities kicking off to see what you write about them.
Thank YOU, Kevin! I love this shit.
The BEST UPDATE MARCH 2001 from
Findadeath.com friend Laurie Tanner:
I wrote to you several months ago about
submitting a photo of Margaret Mitchell and I finally have found it! Sorry
I took so long, but I was in the process of moving. This (WARNING DEAD PIC) photograph was taken right after she was hit by a car, from which she sustained
injuries and later died.
Thanks Laurie! Brilliant!
On a sane note, the taxi driver was convicted of involuntary manslaughter,
and sentenced to 10 months and 20 days in prison. He died in 1994, at 74.
Think I should avoid cocktails before writing these things?