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A Tale of Two Brothers
This is a Civil War story. It’s not a story of two brothers fighting against one another, although I’ll be honest, I’m surprised by that. The story begins with Hiram and John McLemore, my husband’s 3rd Great Uncle and 2nd Great-Grandfather, respectively.
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Top This
I’ve been told my Grandfather Weddle’s maternal relatives, the Marshes, weren’t very close. In fact, on the rare occasions that they all got together, they typically spent their time and energy playing “Top This!” [1] You know how that game goes: one sibling brags about their new car, or big bonus, or the latest remarkable…
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Prisoner of War No. 44095
I was digging around the internet for ancestry records when I found these: prisoner-of-war records for Kevin’s maternal grandfather, John Frederick Flatau, a.k.a. Opa.
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A Father’s Worry
A cool wind whistled at the cabin’s window. At least marching will be pleasant, Benjamin thought, slinging his musket over his shoulder. “Come, Anna, girls; Onkel Martin is waiting for us.” Martin lived near Drapers Meadow; his wife Anna and the children would be safe there while he was gone. They would have to hurry,…
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Battlefield Drummer
Noah fidgeted with the rope draped around his shoulder. No one had told him how heavy the drum would feel after hours of marching in the afternoon sun. To make matters worse, Andrew’s uniform chafed. This morning, he’d felt lucky to take his place when they’d learned his friend was ill, even though Ma wept…
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Weapons, Battle Tactics, and War Medicine
Bethlehem, Pennsylvania; September 23, 1777 My Dear Mary, I am in receipt of your letter which I Prize and am Encouraged that I am kindly remembered. At our last meeting, you asked that I Share Honestly news of the War, so it is in that Spirit that I tell you of our recent encounter with…
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A Sugar House Christmas
Ezra Taylor stared at the decorated tree through the narrow slot built into the sugar house. Hessian soldiers had spent the afternoon festooning the limbs of the fir with apples, candied fruits, and ribbons. He’d thought it an odd custom at the time but now that candles flickered in the boughs, its beauty mesmerized him.…