Timothy Morgan: Believe it or not ...

          Private Timothy F. Morgan is an answer to a trivia question. Many people will refuse to believe you but Morgan’s story, so average for the most part, has a surprise ending.

          When we’re done, feel free to check it out yourself.

          Morgan was an Alabama resident when the Civil War broke out. We find his cause repellant today, but he felt the need to volunteer as a soldier in the Confederate States Army. That’s an important point. He was a soldier in the CSA.

          Specifically, Morgan (who was a resident of Randolph County) joined Hilliard’s Legion sometime in the spring of 1862. He is shown on the Record Roll at Montgomery, Alabama on April 5, of that year as a member of the Legion’s Second Battalion, Company A. At the time of that recording, Morgan was on sick furlough.

          A Private, Morgan became a soldier in the 59^th Alabama Infantry in November of 1863 when the Legion was split into two regiments and a smaller battalion. The Legion’s first action, at Chickamauga, was so costly that its surviving members were grouped into the 59^th and 60^th regiments, plus the smaller 23^rd Battalion, Alabama Sharpshooters. The three units fought together in a brigade commanded by Brigadier General Archibald Gracie.

          Gracie’s command served in General James Longstreet’s detachment that saw action in Tennessee before eventually moving with Longstreet to serve in the Army of Northern Virginia. 1864 was a long, drawn out struggle for the AoNV and 1865 did not start out any better.

          Morgan survived, somehow, until he was seriously wounded. It appears he suffered his wound at the battle of Hatcher’s Run, March 25, 1865. There is a graphic description of the nature of Morgan’s injury available on line, but I’ll spare the details. Suffice is to say that Morgan died, apparently at Lincoln Hospital in Richmond, Virginia, on April 5, 1865.

          Average so far, but hold on. The kicker is coming.

          Morgan, a Confederate veteran of three years’ experience, was buried April 6, 1865. Morgan had fought at Chickamauga, Knoxville, Drury’s Bluff and Petersburg before his luck ran out. Read it again: Morgan was a part of the blood-stained Confederate victory at Chickamauga and as a member of the 59^th he played a role in the violent Confed win at Bean’s Station. Morgan survived the meat-grinding months in the trenches in front of Petersburg before finally suffering a terrible wound at Hatcher’s Run.

          The Union burial service did not waste much time. Morgan was interred April 6, the day after he passed away. You can visit him today. His grave marker is easily found and, from the image I have seen, the marker is in good condition.

          You can find the grave of CSA Private Timothy F. Morgan in the Arlington National Cemetery.

          Thanks for reading.

A year to the day...

            Hard to believe, but it has been a full year now. A dozen months, to the day.

          A year ago this morning, I woke up alone in a hotel room, knowing I would not be going to the racetrack. I’d skip the elimination rounds at the drag race and drive home instead. I had to figure out a way to manage the pain, balance the need for pain relief meds with the need for a clear head while driving in order to get home safely.

          One year ago Amy met me at the door and asked if I was going to let her handle things. If not, she said, she would take the dog and live in a local hotel. Exhausted and unable to stand up straight, I acquiesced.

          It was the start of a long road. I was on my back for the next three weeks and only walked with the aid of crutches for three weeks more. Luckily for me, the next race on my schedule was during the Labor Day Weekend and I didn’t have to miss any work.

          It took seven months of physical rehab before the docs pronounced that I was good to go. Seven months of listening to that damn Ohio State music the personnel at the rehab joint loved to listen to. They sure shut up when Alabama won the national championship football game, I’ll tell you that. I wore my Alabama shirts for several sessions in order to drive the point home, too.

          Two days before I woke up in that hotel room, I felt something odd in my back when I pulled my computer bag out of the trunk of the car. Shrugged it off, you know, like we all do when there is work to be done. But my leg started hurting a bit and that night I was unable to sleep. I tried ice on the leg and on the back, took whatever over-the-counter pain stuff I had with me and tried to sleep but the discomfort did not get better.

          I had to skip my normal trackside activities the next day in order to conserve my steps. It hurt too much to walk. I even left my camera at the hotel because I couldn’t carry it. Finally, late in the afternoon I reached the point where I couldn’t deal with the pain and asked for directions to the nearest hospital. I hitched a ride to my car in a golf cart.

          Naturally, I’d driven my own car to the event because it was roughly an hour away from home. I mention this because the Mustang has a manual transmission. The left leg, the sore one, had to work the heavy clutch. Ow.

          The hospital ER operated very efficiently, I have to say. They were geared up to deal with fireworks accidents but I was whisked in very quickly because nobody in the area had blown their fingers off yet. I was x-rayed, diagnosed (close but not quite exactly right, as it turned out) and sent off with a mild pain killer. They couldn’t give me anything real good because I admitted that I had to drive myself back to the hotel. Got a prescription, which I filled the next morning before the drive home.

          Couldn’t see the doctor until Tuesday, by which time I was just about screaming. Got some more meds and a recommendation that I start physical therapy. But the doc’s office staff didn’t see the need to worry about PT and I finally, two days later, had to chew them fairly well in order to get them to call and set up an appointment. It had to be done that way in order to appease the insurance company.

          Ended up in the local ER before I ever got to the PT appointment because the pain just kept getting worse. Not sure how many people actually get relief at that ER. I didn’t. They gave me some morphine, which didn’t work. But I did get a real nice bill for the visit.

          We learned a lot about insurance during this whole thing.

          Between the two doctor visits and the second trip to the ER, I finally got meds that allowed me relief from the pain roughly half the day. I knew that all I was really doing was masking whatever the real problem was and that it would take therapy to undo whatever it was I’d done.

          Eventually, the therapy started working and I made it to the Labor Day race, where the media center was on the fourth floor of a building that had no elevator. Once, while slowly lumbering my way down the stairs, a wiseacre started singing the theme from the old TV show Petticoat Junction: “There’s Uncle Joe, he’s movin’ kinda slow at the Junction,” this guy intoned.

          All I could do was laugh and, believe me, laughing felt good.

          The PT folks got me better but it was my wonderful wife Amy who got me through this whole mess. I took a chunk out of her retirement because she had to work as a nurse, driver, cook and psychologist to get me through it all, especially those first few weeks. I guess all those years of teaching second graders came in handy, huh? So, a big thanks to my Sweetie.

          I also need to thank everyone who sent an email or called while I went through all this stuff. It was a difficult time for a while and the notes and calls helped. I’m not too sure I ever said thanks to all of you and that’s why I’ve written this dull blog.

          Thanks!

          And now, on to the next emergency.

Time well spent: Gettysburg 2016

 

         After spending nine solid days at Gettysburg for the 2016 Civil War Institute and the traditional extra days walking and exploring the battlefield, some thoughts:

          This year’s Institute was primarily devoted to the Reconstruction era of US history, a subject Your Loyal Blogger has spent little time studying. Thus, the ideas were fresh and new. Scott Hartwig’s discussion of John Bachelder’s vision for Gettysburg and Bachelder’s tireless effort to complete an accurate presentation of what happened there was fascinating. Mark W. Summers’ presentation on the questions of Reconstruction was outstanding, a tremendous talk. Barbara Krauthamer spoke right after Summers and was also very effective.

          Megan Kate Nelson gets special mention. She gave three presentations in one day, having started the day with a case of laryngitis. Got ‘em all done.

          Your Loyal Blogger went on two tours of the battlefield at Gettysburg that simply could not have been better. The first, led by Christian Keller of the US Army War College explained the use of history, specifically the fight at Gettysburg, as a practical tool. Keller talked about how he leads Staff Rides with US military officers (and others). He talked about the strategical, operational and tactical level of planning and the use of the battlefield for those levels of planning. Leaders, Keller said, sometimes see what they want to see and react accordingly. He termed this “cognitive dissidence,” and used Union General Francis Barlow as an example to drive the point. On the first day of the battle, Barlow moved his men from their assigned position to an area of higher ground. Barlow was routed by the Confederates.

          The second tour was led by a favorite of this blogger, Susannah Ural of the University of Southern Mississippi. Ural led us down the path of the Fourth Texas Regiment during that unit’s attack toward Little Round Top on July 2, 1863. This was an absolutely tremendous opportunity. The idea was to follow a private named Val Giles along his way through the attack. Giles wrote home about the battle and Ural used his letters to make points along the way. She also paused to point out the path of the First Texas and explained how the attack’s path differed from the original plan.

          Truth be told, this writer has wanted to walk that specific area of the battlefield for years. Ural’s tour made it possible to walk the area while coming to a better understanding of it.

          This year’s CWI was tremendous. It was sold out and it did not disappoint.

          Next year’s Institute does not have a theme but the preview available at http://www.gettysburg.edu/cwi/ makes it obvious that it will be another great week.

          Ural will be there to discuss the Texas Brigade and two other presentations look very interesting: A panel discussing William Tecumseh Sherman and a talk by Earl Hess titled Rethinking Braxton Bragg. James Ogden, the historian at the Chickamauga & Chattanooga National Military Park, another favorite here, will give an overview of the siege of Chattanooga.

          Hope to see you there.

 

          Teaming with fellow Civil War buff Buck Weber, the search began for the location where Confederate General James Longstreet made what seems like an elemental blunder before the fighting started on July 2, 1863. Some of Longstreet’s men were moving behind Confederate lines toward their pre-attack location when they stayed into a position where they were visible to the small number of Federal Signal Corps soldiers positioned on Little Round Top.

          After discovering the potentially disastrous mistake, Longstreet ordered the men to retrace their steps and take another path toward the takeoff spot. This cost the Confederates several hours before the attack could start. Given how Confederate failure can be measured in a small number of minutes that day, this was an important spot to understand.

          Weber’s map reading skills led us to a raised spot along Blackhorse Tavern Road, not far from Hagerstown Road, where Round Top was visible. It was determined that minus some modern day trees, Little Round Top would also be within sight.

          Locating this spot helps you understand the scope of the distances involved in fighting a Civil War battle.

          Two areas of emphasis for the next visit to Gettysburg emerged during the week: Generate a better understanding of the locations Barksdale/Wilcox attack on July 2, 1863 and the fighting north of the Bloody Angle on that same afternoon.

 

          Thanks for reading.

Taking in the 2016 Civil War Institute with an old pal

         

         

          This week, a rare opportunity to walk the fields of Gettysburg with close friend and Founding Member of the Wall Gang, Bucky Weber. This trip is something we have talked about for years and now, thanks to the patience, understanding and humor of our wives we finally get to do it.

          Buck and I are both history buffs although I think he has been interested in the American Civil War longer than I. He has visited Gettysburg once before, just one day in a severely limited capacity, and has longed to return. I am so pleased that we got to go together.

          Mrs. Leeway and I have visited Gettysburg annually for eight years. This is the sixth year for me at the Civil War Institute at Gettysburg College, a tremendous, 5-day conference featuring some really great presenters. The theme of this year’s CWI is Reconstruction.

          One part of my CWI experience this year will be a tour with brilliant Civil War historian Susannah Ural. We’ll follow the steps of the 4^th Texas Infantry at Little Round Top. It just doesn’t get much better than that.

          Funny thing this year: I worked in New Jersey this past weekend and drove by the Gettysburg cutoff on the way home today. We’ll drive back there Wednesday but this time we’ll TAKE the cutoff.

          Darn right.

          Amy and I have two restaurants we like it Gettysburg and the three of us will make our pilgrimages this year. Regan and Erik plan to come down to see us Sunday and we’ll probably hit the pub GarryOwen (sic) on that day.

          My battlefield equipment: Heavy walking boots, a large-billed sun hat, jeans, lots of sun screen and bug repellant, dark glasses and photo gear. One very light windbreaker in case of rain (it’s usually a warm rain in June, so I use the windbreaker to protect my camera). Oh, I usually bring the map, too.

Maps of the battlefield are available at the Visitors Center and I get one for every visit in order to mark various vantage points. Multiple batteries for each camera, a monopod and a tripod. My gear fits in one large camera bag. I have walked all over the battlefield with that bag.

I usually arrive at a battlefield with a detailed plan for my field walks but this year my plan is to go where my buddy wants to go, since it is really his first visit. We’ll look at his check list, plan a route and go. We have Wednesday afternoon/evening and all day Thursday at the battlefield. The CWI starts Friday afternoon and runs through Tuesday. Another day and a half on the battlefield after that before we head home.

One thing I’d like to show Bucky, if there is time: The location where the Maryland regiment of Union soldiers defended Culp’s Hill against the charge of the Confederate Marylanders.

Mrs. Leeway is smarter than Mr. Weber and I. She spends much of our Gettysburg stays in the air-conditioned hotel room, sometimes venturing across the hotel parking lot to the movie theater or to the outlet mall. There is very inexpensive public transportation that stops at our hotel roughly every hour. She’ll join us for the ice cream social at the CWI and for the big dinner on the final night of the Institute.

Hard to explain how excited Amy and I are about Bucky’s visit and our trip to Gettysburg. One thing for sure, we’ll all be posting on various platforms. Hope you can look us up.

Generations

          It doesn’t take long to do the math, but you might want to pay attention to what this all adds up to.

          All of us have eight great grandparents, 16 great-great grandparents and 32 great-great-great grandparents. The reader may pause now to figure it out: We each have two parents. They each have two parents (our grandparents, that’s 4) and they each have two parents (great grandparents, 8) and so on.

          Most of our great-great grandparents can have hundreds of descendants. Remember, it was common in the early and mid-1800s to have large families. There were no televisions or even electric lights in those years and, hard as it might seem to imagine, people had to live without the internet. With little else to do, nature frequently took its course.

          Children in farm families were a source of cheap labor, partners in the family effort. Raising a large family on a farm was a common activity.

          And most children that survived early life eventually produced children of their own. While families have generally become smaller in the last half century, each generation has continued to produce off spring. We wouldn’t be here otherwise, don’t you know.

          For the genealogists among us, the challenge of digging up the past is accentuated by the staggering number of ancestors we each have.

          The biologists among you have already determined that each set of grands, great grands and so forth must be equally split between males and females. In order to have a great-great-great grandfather, you must also have a great-great-great grandmother. Even in today’s modern world, you have to combine male and female material in order to generate a new human.

          For the researcher, this brings on a new series of challenges because it has long been a tradition that wives take their husband’s sir names. We will not argue here about the right or wrong of this matter. All that matters for the purpose of historic research is that it has been that way. Thus, we have to dig up great grandmother June’s original last name in order to continue the genealogistic hunt.

          Is genealogistic a word? It should be.

          The point is that you have to research many, many last names if you want to fully research your family background.

          And be careful what you look for. You might discover that you are descended from a Confederate soldier. In today’s politically-correct world, that is a no-no.

          Then again, you might discover that you are descended from a Revolutionary War freedom fighter or a Hall of Fame baseball player such as Honus Wagner. A Wagner link might finally explain your irrational love of the Pittsburgh Pirates or your inexplicable ability to move equally quickly to your left and right.

          It is a wonderful pursuit. It is both challenging and frustrating. But the insights you gain into your family’s life in the past is worth the effort.

          Thanks for reading.

THE REMARKABLE HANNAH DAVIS CLARK

          Do you remember the old Tom Leher line about Wolfgang A. Mozart? That when Mozart was Leher’s age, Mozart was already dead? Leher’s point was that Mozart had accomplished great things in less time than Leher had already lived. Funny line.

          There is another case in point, this time involving a lesser-known citizen than either Mozart or Leher. She was a Massachusetts resident named Hannah Davis Clark, born in 1648.

          A little historic perspective is in order. Hannah Davis Clark was born 28 years after the Mayflower completed its most famous voyage to the New World. The military actions we now call the Indian Wars were not really in full swing yet. Massachusetts was a growing colony then, but human technology had yet to perfect central heating and the winters were brutal for the colonists.

          Survival was a test of endurance, skill and luck. Medical practices were chancy, at best. Everything was organically grown in those days and there was no refrigeration. The most important resource that was in shortest supply was iron nails. Nails were removed from previous emplacements and reused whenever possible because the only source of new ones was somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean.

          There were no television shows but reality was very dramatic.

          Into this struggle came Hannah Davis on November 16, 1648. Born in Reading, she would die in Gloucester. In between there is a remarkable story.

          Hannah Davis was married three times. She out-lived all three husbands but while they were around, she stayed busy. According to one online source, Hannah and her husbands produced 28 children, most of them girls.

          A close look at some of the reports indicates that Hannah and her men actually generated a smaller number of offspring, perhaps 20 or less. It looks like some of the children credited to her by some sources were actually grandchildren. One pair of births, for example, was 40 days apart and another pair was split by only 78 days.

          Hannah and her final husband, Joseph Clark, probably had seven offspring during their marriage. Their final child was born when Hannah was 47, less than a year before Joseph passed away in 1696.

          Joseph Clark fought in the Indian Wars in 1675, when he was about 25 years old. Then, 21 years later, he joined Hannah’s other two mates in the checkout line.

          It’s a darn good thing Hannah Clark was so resilient. There is a family connection to Your Loyal Blogger and many, many good things could not have happened without Hannah’s enduring maternal instincts, specifically during her third marriage.

          Hannah Davis Clark finally rested in peace at the age of 71 years.

          We honor Hannah for her life’s work and we thank you for reading.

The 123rd Ohio and a family tree

          Reuben Berlien enlisted in the Union army August 11, 1862 and became a member of the 123^rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry Regiment’s F Company. Born in Pennsylvania, Berlien was 30 when he enlisted.

          A private, Berlien was captured by Confederates during action around Winchester, Virginia on June 15, 1863. He was paroled slightly more than a month later and he rejoined his company October 31, 1863.

          The fight at Winchester was the first action the regiment took part in, but the 123rd was busy for the remainder of the Civil War. According to documents displayed on www.Civilwarindex.com, the 123^rd was involved in 11 more actions, including another fight at Winchester.

          Most interestingly, the 123^rd, with Berlien, was involved in the Appomattox campaign in Virginia and was with the Army of the Potomac when RE Lee surrendered to US Grant on April 9, 1863. Berlien was mustered out of the Army June 12 of the same year.

          Done with his service, Berlien went home to Ohio and here comes the important part of the story. He got married and, in 1880, he and his wife Mary produced a daughter. Reuben died at age 56 and Mary died 37 years later but the family tree had grown a new branch. A few generations later, Mrs. Leeway came into the world.

          That’s four generations that are descended from a veteran who survived 11 Civil War battles and a month as a prisoner of war in a Confederate prison. It would be very difficult to count the number of honest, intelligent and productive people who could not have been born had Reuben Berlien somehow not survived his service as a Civil War soldier.

          The number of military casualties from the Civil War is generally agreed to be in the range of 600,000 or so. Civilian casualties have to be added to that number but, lacking a reliable estimate, we’ll assign that figure to the unknown because the point is that while hundreds of thousands of lives were lost, millions served both the Union and Confederate causes and most of those survivors contributed to their family tree.

          That means that many, many millions of us are descended from Civil War veterans. The Civil War is the story of how we came to be. What could possibly be more important than that?

          Thanks for reading.