Friday, April 23, 2021

Dodging bullets: Our families and the Civil War

           In April of 1865, the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia surrendered to the United States Army of the Potomac at Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia. After the formal surrender, the Confederates marched past the victors and stacked arms – handed over their rifles – as the federal army saluted respectfully.

          The day the AoNV stacked arms remains among America’s most momentous days. The War had not ended. The South still had armies in the field. But the most capable, not to mention celebrated, Confederate army was done fighting. Other surrenders followed.

          Few moments in American history top Appomattox for drama and big-name stars. Robert Edward Lee. Hiram Ulysses Grant. A geeky professor from Maine who turned out to be a heckuva military man, J.L. Chamberlain. Confederate general James Longstreet. AoP commander George Gordon Meade. The list goes on.

          But two men who were technically on the list weren’t there.

          One of my great-great grandfathers was listed as a member of the 23rd Battalion, Alabama Sharpshooters. The 23rd, what was left of it, was at Appomattox. My ancestor was not there. He had been wounded at Chickamauga, when the men of the 23rd Battalion were still part of Hilliard’s Legion. He never rejoined the Confederate army. His wound did not recover sufficiently for him to return to the military. He was still on the muster rolls because the red tape was slow to connect in those days. He had been discharged from service long before the surrender. So, his name was among the members of the AoNV, but he never served in that outfit.

          And it gets better. My wife has an ancestor who served in the 17th Ohio Volunteer Infantry. The 17th Ohio was at Appomattox as well and Amy’s ancestor was on the rolls as a private in that outfit. But it appears this soldier was in a hospital in Louisville, Kentucky at the time of the surrender. He was ill.

          My ancestor never surrendered to my wife’s ancestor.

          More to come: The 17th OVI was at Chickamauga. Hilliard’s Legion, was part of Brig. General Archibald Gracie’s brigade and helped push the union defenders off of Horseshoe Ridge at Chickamauga. Elements of the 17th were on the Ridge for part of that fighting. But it turns out that Amy’s ancestor did not join the Union Army until 1864, well after the slugfest on Horseshoe Ridge.

That means my ancestor did not chase my wife’s ancestor off that bloody hill, nor did my wife’s ancestor shoot and wound my ancestor.

Both men survived the war and they died within a month of each other in 1908. They never met.

What does history have for us to study? Lots of stuff. Check out your own ancestors.

Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Decisive actions

                 Civil War students argue frequently about which event/battle/decision was the key moment or most important battle of that four-year struggle. The American Civil War Museum recently hosted a two-day seminar on the topic. Six presentations, six learned speakers, six different answers. The same topic is frequently discussed during the Civil War Institute and attendees are treated to the same variety of topics.

          Now, opinions are like mud. You can find mud anywhere. Sometimes the


consistency is different, sometimes the color is different. You find more rocks in your mud in one area than you might in another. Still, the one constant about mud is that it is messy.

          So it is for debates over finding specific events that decided the fate of the American Civil War. There are many, many candidates for such a moment: The results of the siege of Vicksburg, July 4, 1863; the ascendance of General Ulysses S. Grant (whose actual name was Hiram Ulysses Grant) to Commander of the US Army; the botched Confederate siege of Chattanooga; Sherman’s march to the sea; the Battle of 7 Days and the re-election of Abraham Lincoln in 1864. Oh, and one other: Gettysburg.

          Dr. Gary Gallagher has argued that the siege of Vicksburg did not even eliminate Confederate use of the Mississippi River because that little chore was completed when the Federals reasserted US control over New Orleans. Gallagher can be very persuasive. The Battle of 7 Days, he said, was more important.

Some would argue that Grant’s appointment was important but not the key because plenty of fighting was still ahead. Eliminating the Confederate choke-hold on Chattanooga allowed Sherman’s march to the sea but was not so important as Sherman’s march. And the march to the sea ruined one Confederate army but not the most important one. The Battle of 7 Days was important, but did it seal Union victory? Lincoln’s re-election, it can be argued, effectively closed the future for the practice of slavery but did not decide the course of the war.

That leaves us with that tidy, little military action in southern Pennsylvania covering the first three days of July, 1863.

Your Loyal Blogger would argue that Robert Edward Lee, Commanding General of the Army of Northern Virginia, lost the battle of Gettysburg on July 2, 1863 and then lost the war the next day when he ordered the attack we have come to call Pickett’s Charge.



The abbreviated version of the Readers Digest summation goes like this: Lee’s invasion of Pennsylvania went through Maryland, where he hoped to gain some volunteers to join his army. He then wanted to throw a scare into the northern populace by spending time threatening key cities, such as Harrisburg, Pennsylvania and Washington, DC. Lee was pandering to the insurgent peace movement then growing in the northern states. Lee wanted the fighting to be on northern soil long enough to allow farmers in Virginia and other Confederate states to plant and harvest enough crops to feed the Confederate people and his army.

Lee’s supply train straggled to the point that it was as much as eighty miles long by late June, so he slowed his advance to allow for a contracting of his lines. While that was supposed to be happening, parts of Lee’s army ran into George Gordon Mead’s federal Army of the Potomac on July 1 and the great battle started. The Confederates were successful on the first day. A grand Confederate attack came close to succeeding on July 2 but it failed. The Confeds actually seized parts of the battlefield during that attack, but the two most important locations, the Union flanks on Culp’s Hill and both Round Tops, remained in Union hands. Those two elevated positions were reenforced overnight and Meade owned them for as long as he wished. The Battle of Gettysburg was decided.

Lee’s army was the best led and best fighting army the Confederates had. The attack on July 2 left that army damaged and bleeding. The officers’ corps had been thinned and replacements had to be found. As was later proven, the replacement officers were not always of the same capabilities as the officers lost. Officers can lose a war but it takes rifle-carrying foot soldiers to win one and the southerners lost a lot of those guys, too, in the heavy fighting of July 1-2 at Gettysburg. What Lee had hoped to do to the northern army was done to his instead.



When Lee ordered the attack on July 3, he took an injured beast and turned it into a dying animal. Lee’s reasoning for the July 3 attack has been debated every time two or more students of the war happen to cross paths. I believe I understand his thinking: His army had usually delivered when called upon, he might never again have such an opportunity on northern soil and his army had come so close to succeeding the day before that one more solid punch might win the fight.

That’s what might have happened, what Lee hoped would happen. Instead, as history tells us, elements of Lee’s army breached the Union wall in spots on July 3, but not so seriously as to force a retreat. The Confederates suffered terrible losses and the integrity of the federal wall was not seriously threatened. The losses on July 3 were horrible, especially when you lump them atop the gory story from the first two days.

That sealed the deal. The war dragged on for nearly two more years, but the Army of Northern Virginia was never the same. It was the south’s most important army and it was fatally injured.

That’s a pretty decisive event.

Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

 

2021 SPEEDYLEEWAY AWARDS

 

THE POISON IN THE WELL AWARD: To the COVID-19 Virus.

THE NEWSMAKER OF THE YEAR AWARD: To the COVID-19 Virus.

PERSON OF THE YEAR AWARD: First responders, medical professionals and others who faced the virus every day on the one hand and treated those who became infected on the other. A Speedylee thanks for everything you’ve done and are still doing.

CALM IN THE STORM AWARD: No question, this one goes to Governor Mike DeWine of Ohio. This one wasn’t even close. DeWine was head and shoulders above the crowd. His even-keel demeanor, his evident pride in his state and his ability to forge a government-private sector partnership that enabled Ohio to respond to problems brought on by the virus crises with solutions that were within Ohio’s borders all combined to make him a winner here. It was can do and he did.

THE UNITED STATES FOOTBALL LEAGUE TRAIN WRECK AWARD: Donald John Trump, soon-to-be former President of the United States.

PERFORMING WHEN IT COUNTS AWARD: The United States Census Bureau, which completed its job despite a world-wide pandemic and a growing national distaste for governmental functions.

THAT BLOODY HILL AWARD: To Susannah J. Ural, Professor of History at the University of Southern Mississippi. Dr. Ural is a tenacious researcher and a brilliant speaker. This annual award goes to Civil War historians of note.

DRIVER OF THE YEAR AWARD: Co-winners, Takuma Sato for his thrilling victory in the Indianapolis 500 and Lewis Hamilton for setting numerous records on his way to his seventh Formula One championship.

THE GOLDEN BOOT AWARD: To Vanderbilt University kicker Sarah Fuller, who volunteered when her school needed her. Nice job. This is a reoccurring, but not annual, award. Fuller is the second person to win this award. The first was kicker Ella McDonald of Imperial (California) High School in 2019.

BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARD: Bullets, Babes, and Baseball by Lee Elder and Buck Weber. Available on Kindle.

BOOK COVER OF THE YEAR AWARD: To Sean McEntee for the cover of Bullets, Babes, and Baseball.

MOVIE OF THE YEAR AWARD: To the gritty World War I epic, 1917.

INTERVIEWER OF THE YEAR AWARD: Caren Glasser on her podcast, Caren Glasser Live.

SPORTS PODCAST OF THE YEAR: Sports Forgotten Heroes, hosted by Warren Rogan.

I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW AWARD: To the LA Dodgers for their first World Series victory since broadcaster Jack Buck said those immortal words in 1988.

WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING AWARD: To everyone involved with the storming of the field at Notre Dame Stadium after the Fighting Irish’s football victory over Clemson. From the people in the grandstands to the (mostly absent) security personnel to the fools in state government who elected to allow attendance at sporting events to begin with, this was among the dumbest things Americans did after the arrival of the virus in the US.

NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE IT AWARD: The motorcycle rally in South Dakota. The dumbest thing Americans did after the arrival of the virus in the US.

Friday, December 11, 2020

Our nation's anger

I saw the anger building. I recognized it. I told my wife about it. I thought I understood the primary cause but I had no idea where it would take us. What that anger brought us is our fifty-first state: The state of disfunction. 

 I would like to see all Americans look at ourselves as 2021 grows near and ask what we can do as individuals and as a whole to end the disfunction. I seriously doubt that will happen but it remains a very nice dream. 

 I traveled this nation professionally for 23 years. I spent time in every quadrant of the lower forty-eight states. I worked with busines owners of many types and listened. That was partially my job and it was also my wont. I was in an industry for which I have a passion and every conversation gave me a chance to find a new viewpoint. 

Those same conversations also taught me about the mood of the country. I learned from business owners as well as from their minimum wage employees. I talked to manufacturing engineers, airport runway engineers, food servers and ticket takers. I asked CEOs how business was and I asked sign painters how much work they had in a normal week. I saw a food fight in an airport and I talked to men and women who serve in the United States military. I ended up in hospitals three times and talked to nurses, aides and doctors. I started writing my first book during that time and I talked to librarians and archivists. 

I once told the governor of Indiana and an under Secretary of something-or-other to shut up because the national anthem was playing. The anger was something I felt rather than witnessed. I didn’t see much of it, but it was there. It was an accumulative experience. The anger I sensed was from Americans toward Americans. The federal and state governments sometimes got the blame but the real anger was directed from us toward us. 

 Americans are mad at each other and have been for a long time. You see it in politics and in every other walk of life. The greatest strength of our society is the collective rights and freedoms of the individual. The most difficult weakness our nation has to overcome is that same list of individual rights and freedoms. To be blunt, we have eliminated from our national mind frame the willingness to collaborate. All that’s left is anger. 

 This happened long before the current administration entered the White House and it will continue long after the next bunch gets to work. While it is very easy to point a finger – any finger – at one individual and cast blame, it would be both inaccurate and pointless to do so. There is plenty of blame to go around. Everyone, it seems, has an agenda. Sadly, few people include anything in their agenda that includes considering what is best for the greater good. 

Our planet is experiencing the most impactful health crises since the end of the First World War and far too few of us humans were willing to take the simple precautions that could have limited the spread of the illness half a year ago. We had the virus limited but we were too dumb or too lazy to stick with it and now the thing is getting more of us sick than at anytime since it came to the US from China. You can’t blame a president, senator, governor or city council member for what has happened this winter. This one is on all of us. 

 Can we agree to disagree and find compromise solutions to problems? Can we work together enough to make an imperfect world less imperfect? Can we overcome enough small problems so that the bigger problems don’t seem so impossible to solve? 

 In the mood the nation is in right now, no we can’t. That anger I sensed years ago has split us wide apart and it is still here. One descriptive term you seldom hear anymore is ‘moderate.’ There are no moderates. 

 What we have instead is a nation of non-listeners. That means no ideas are being exchanged and, in the long run, that means nobody is thinking anymore. You see, you can’t think if you don’t listen. If you don’t think or listen, then you can’t learn. 

 America used to be about learning, which is the most collaborative activity in the world. We don’t do that anymore, I’m sorry to say. More is the pity. Once we stopped learning, we got mad. And now we’re sick, too. 

 “We have met the enemy,” Walt Kelly wrote, “and he is us.” 

 Happy New Year.

Friday, June 19, 2020

Couldn't have done it without you...


In a normal month of June, Amy and I would have driven home from Gettysburg today and I’d already be missing the place. We did not travel to Gettysburg this year, due to the world-wide pandemic, but we’ll be back sometime in the future. The entire world must get healthy before it can happen, but we’ll be back.

When you become disappointed over something, it is easy to develop tunnel vision. What you see and feel is limited to how you perceive the world is treating you. Not going to Gettysburg to attend the Civil War Institute at Gettysburg College and not exploring the tremendous history on the battlefield were major disappointments. We didn’t eat lunch at the Garry Owens Pub or teach the kids at the local Dairy Queen how to have a good time. My tunnel vision left me unhappy, so I whined, moaned and complained for a week.
With Amy on a dinner date.



I don’t know why my wife Amy puts up with me.

But with Father’s Day on the horizon, the ole tunnel vision started widening again and the resulting perspective stopped the pity parade. A lot of things have happened since the last Father’s Day. Through it all, both the good and bad, it was Amy’s remarkable strength that powered the engine that moved us through the last year, her intellect that guided us around the potholes we found (they have a lot of those here in Ohio) and her sparkling wit that made the whole thing worth doing.

A medical test last summer resulted in Amy getting a frightening diagnosis. That led to surgery, recovery, treatment and more recovery. And she just kept plugging away. She had to do this? Okay. Something else was next? Okay. We had much earlier planned a birthday party and both of our children visited to celebrate Amy’s special day. Amy loved it. An old and treasured friend happened to visit in the middle of all that and it was him, not me, who drove Amy to her first treatment. Amy cruised through the long treatment protocol as though it was a series of trips to her hair salon. It was almost as though she was making her way through an adventure and learning new and interesting things as she went.

Learning is something Amy does constantly and that makes sense. She taught in the primary grades for 42 years and through all of those years, she never stopped looking for new ways to help her students learn. She’s retired now but she still hasn’t stopped learning. New stuff pleases her so she keeps looking for it.

Our kids, Sean and Regan, learned most of life’s important lessons from Amy. Try not to be too stunned when you read this: The family teacher did most of the teaching to the family.

Sean and Regan
The kids will call Sunday to wish a happy Father’s Day and I will joke that I couldn’t have done it without them, which is true. But I could not have done it without Amy, either. Would not have wanted to. The fact is that I didn’t lift a hand to help raise our kids. Amy did it all and she has always done things the right way. Our kids are walking, talking evidence that their mother did a marvelous job of creating a warm, loving environment at home. Both kids are smart, strong, warm and funny like their Mom.

Father’s Day is really just another way to say, “Thank you, Amy. I love you and cherish our marriage and everything that has come from it.”
I admire the hell out of my wife and I’ll spend Father’s Day with her. Gettysburg can wait. Amy’s in Ohio with me and everything else is fine.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

The Spradley boys: Life and death



The story of the American Civil War can be summed up in the tale of two men, men from Alabama who had similar names but who do not appear to have been brothers. They served in the same Confederate Army unit after enlisting at about the same time. They endured many of the same privations and yet met very different fates.


They were Bryant E. Spradley and Warren A. Spradley of Company A of the 4th Battalion of Hilliard’s Legion. Bryant Spradley was born in 1833 and married his first wife in 1860. He enlisted in the Confederate arms on May 11, 1862. Warren Spradley was born in 1838. He enlisted April 8, 1862.
The flag of Hilliard's Legion, currently held by the Alabama 
Department of Archives and History


The Legion was made up of mostly Alabamians, with a few men from Georgia. When formed, the Legion was commanded by a well-known politician of the time, Henry Washington Hilliard, and consisted of three infantry battalions, one artillery battalion and a cavalry battalion. The Cavalry group split away from the Legion shortly after the Legion was formed and the artillery battalion mostly fought as infantry. Hilliard eventually resigned from the army and the Legion, which continued to carry his name, was later added to the brigade of the very capable Brigadier General Archibald Gracie. By the time the men of the Legion saw their first combat action during the bloody battle of Chickamauga, the Legion’s original strength of about 3,000 men had lessened to less than 2,000. Disease and other issues thinned the Legion’s ranks.


Warren Spradley was among the lamented dead. He died on March 3, 1863 of an illness while on special duty as a battalion teamster. The leading killer in both the United States and the Confederate armies was disease. For every soldier who was killed in combat, at least two others died of some kind of sickness during the war.
The flag of the 59th Alabama Infantry Regiment, held by
the Alabama Department of Archives and History.


Bryant Spradley, however, survived both the various sicknesses which thinned Civil War ranks and the awful carnage at Chickamauga. When the Legion was broken into three new organizations at the end of 1963, Bryant became a member of Company I of the 59th Alabama Infantry and as a member of the 59th, he would later become a member of Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia and find himself in the mud, rain, heat and horror of the trenches outside of Petersburg, Virginia. He was elected 2nd Lieutenant on February 19, 1864.


Bryant Spradley was wounded sometime around August 8 of ’64 and then he was captured by Union forces at Amelia Court House, Virginia on April 3, 1865, just a few days before Lee surrendered his Army. Spradley was imprisoned at Point Lookout, then at Old Capitol Prison in Washington, DC. Finally, he was among those Confederate prisoners of war who were held at Johnson’s Island, Ohio. It was at Johnson’s Island that Bryant Spradley took the Oath of Allegiance to the United States and was released from prison. He was 32 years of age at that time and listed his hometown as Benton, Alabama.


Bryant Spradley did not stay in Alabama long after he returned from the war. He and members of his family moved to Texas in 1872. He out-lived two wives and fathered nine children. He eventually died in the home of one of his sons in 1908.


The two Spradley boys served together in the same company for 10 months and suffered very different fates. One died of disease less than a year after enlisting. The other lived through 19 months of combat, although he was wounded, and survived terms in three POW camps before then living a long life.


The Civil War is the story of millions of men like the Spradleys. They caught diseases and they caught bullets. Plenty of them caught both. Some lived, some died. In the end, their story is our nation’s collective story.
Thanks for reading.

Friday, March 13, 2020

I'm not Thomas Paine, but it's time for some common sense


The world is in the midst of an illness outbreak of epical proportions. Sickness has suddenly gone viral and all of us are scrambling to cope.

Kids are staying home from school, March Madness and the two college world series (baseball and softball) have been cancelled. Major League Baseball has delayed the start of the regular season by two weeks and it is possible the delay could be extended longer. Travel could become severely limited in the coming weeks.

It reads like something out of one of Tom Clancy’s books. Heck, it happened in one of his books.

Ohio’s Cleveland Clinic announced this week that it can test up to 500 people a day for the COVID-19 virus and it expects to be able to test 1,000 people a day within a couple of weeks. The results should be available within eight hours, the clinic said. If that can be done in northeastern Ohio, you would hope the same performance can be replicated in other parts of the country.

It is in situations like these that Americans have typically shown their mettle and that is what we must do now. The virus can’t be defeated with a magic medicine. It spreads to all of us through all of us and like it or not, we are over populated. That population density is a serious problem now because the virus spreads from one person to another only when people are together. In high population areas, we are always together.

So use common sense for the next few months, no matter where you live. Limit your travel, try to avoid crowds and wash your hands frequently. If you can work from home, do so. Spend your time with the great indoors and remember to sneeze or cough into your elbow.

Fill out your 2020 Census document online and send it in. Get extra sleep if you can, watch a little extra television. Read to your kids or play boardgames with them. If you have someone in your home with a compromised immune system, such as a cancer survivor, limit your exposure risk as much as you limit theirs.

Read a book (you can order mine, That Bloody Hill: Hilliard’s Legion at Chickamauga, through my publisher, McFarland & Company, Inc) or write one. Do plenty of stretching, whether at work or at home, and try to follow a more healthy lifestyle.

We are in this thing together and the only way we can slow the spread of the virus is by sticking apart as much as possible.
Good luck, everybody. Thanks for reading.