Showing posts with label Union Army. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 7, 2023

Fort Craig, New Mexico: Civil War History Comes Home

By Michelle Shocklee

As an author of historical fiction, I thoroughly enjoy digging into the past, visiting ancient sites, and browsing antique shops. But the history I most enjoy unearthing is my own ancestry. Case in point: I recently discovered that Lewis, one of my great-great grandfathers, was a farrier for the Confederate Army during the Civil War. We'd known we had ancestors who fought for the Union, but this is our first discovery of a Confederate ancestor. That historical tidbit led me to write a blog post about farriers and horseshoes back in April. It also made me want to dig deeper, and BOY, am I glad I did! What I discovered is a connection between my Confederate, Alabama-born g-g-grandfather and my deep roots in New Mexico's rich soil. 

The connection location: Fort Craig. 

Ruins of Fort Craig, NM. Photo: Socorronm.org

Fort Craig was established on the plains of New Mexico in 1854. It was one of eight forts built along the cottonwood-lined Rio Grande River valley that runs north-south through the state. The fort, one of the largest in the West, played a crucial role in that region, when unrest between American settlers and members of native tribes often erupted in violence. Records show that military units from Fort Craig pursued such notable Apache leaders as Geronimo, Victorio, and Nana. At one time the fort was home to Buffalo Soldiers of the 9th and 38th Cavalry, as well as the 125th Infantry, the predominantly Hispanic New Mexico Volunteers and New Mexico Militia, commanded by the famous frontiersman Kit Carson.

By the time the Civil War began, Fort Craig's military population was nearly 4,000. Their objective was still to protect settlers and merchant traffic traveling up and down the Camino Real between Santa Fe and Mexico, but the soldiers were now tasked with another vital mission: keep the Confederates from claiming the riches of gold and silver found in New Mexico's and Colorado's mountains and rivers.

On February 16, 1862, the Fifth Texas Cavalry, led by Confederate Brigadier General Henry H. Sibley, arrived at Fort Craig via El Paso. His mission was exactly what the Union feared: he was headed to secure Albuquerque and Santa Fe for the South, thereby giving them access to the West's wealth. 

Why is this an important fact in my personal history? Because the 5th Texas Cavalry was the unit Lewis, my g-g-grandfather, served as a farrier! 

Over the next four days, several skirmishes ensued, but Union troops mostly stayed within the walls of the fort, and Confederate troops didn't venture far from their camp near the river. Rather than attack the fort, Gen. Sibley decided to march his men across the river and head north. Soldiers from Fort Craig were hot on their trail. There, two major battles took place that, according to many historians, eventually ensured the North would win the war. The Battle of Valverde and the Battle of Glorieta Pass kept Sibley from securing Albuquerque and Santa Fe, thus denying the South access to money they would desperately need in the final years of the war. Had Sibley achieved his goal, the war may have continued beyond 1865, and may have even had a different ending.

Many, many years later, my grandpa and grandma -- Lewis's granddaughter -- lived about an hour or so from the ruins of Fort Craig. They visited the site several times and enjoyed poking around a place that holds history, both for our country and for our family. I hope to visit Fort Craig the next time I'm in New Mexico. 


My g-g-grandfather Lewis. Sadly, he died in El Paso, Texas in July 1862. 
It is believed he was wounded in one of the battles I mentioned


Your turn: Have you ever discovered something about your family history that surprised you? Tell me about it. 



Michelle Shocklee is the author of several historical novels, including Count the Nights by Stars, winner of the 2023 Christianity Today Book Award, and Under the Tulip Tree, a Christy Awards and Selah Awards finalist. Her work has been included in numerous Chicken Soup for the Soul books, magazines, and blogs. Married to her college sweetheart and the mother of two grown sons, she makes her home in Tennessee, not far from the historical sites she writes about. Michelle's next novel, Appalachian Song, releases October 3, 2023, and is available for preorder. Visit her online at www.MichelleShocklee.com




APPALACHIAN SONG
Releases 10/3/23

Forever within the memories of my heart.
Always remember, you are perfectly loved.


Bertie Jenkins has spent forty years serving as a midwife for her community in the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee. Out of all the mothers she’s tended, none affects her more than the young teenager who shows up on her doorstep, injured, afraid, and expecting, one warm June day in 1943. As Bertie and her four sisters tenderly nurture Songbird back to health, the bond between the childless midwife and the motherless teen grows strong. But soon Songbird is forced to make a heartbreaking decision that will tear this little family apart.

Thirty years later, the day after his father’s funeral, Walker Wylie is stunned to learn he was adopted as an infant. The famous country singer enlists the help of adoption advocate Reese Chandler in the hopes of learning why he was abandoned by his birth parents. With the only clue he has in hand, Walker and Reese head deep into the Appalachian Mountains to track down Bertie Jenkins, the midwife who holds the secrets to Walker’s past.

Saturday, November 7, 2020

The Diary of Albert Underwood, Civil War soldier

 By Michelle Shocklee


Albert Underwood. 

Does that name sound familiar? Ring any historical bells in your mind? If you've read my latest release, Under the Tulip Tree, it might. He made a cameo appearance on pages 236 and 237, just before the Battle of Nashville began. 

But who was Albert Underwood. Was he a famous general? A hero whose name we should remember? 

Albert was, in fact, one of millions of young men who fought in the Civil War. His record and journey is no more remarkable than most other soldiers who did their job during a time when countrymen fought against countrymen. The thing that solidifies Albert's place in our country's history is the simple fact that he recorded his thoughts, his feelings, the weather, and important details regarding his whereabouts and what was happening around him in a diary. 

An old diary like the one Albert kept
Albert S. Underwood was from Annapolis, Parke County, Indiana. A promissory note found tucked in a pocket of the diary, dated December 12, 1864, was given by Hugh Sample to Albert Underwood for $25.00, so the assumption is the diary belonged to Albert. He was a member of the 9th Indiana Light Artillery. It isn't clear when he joined, but during the course of the war, the men of the 9th traveled from Indiana to Mississippi, Arkansas, Kentucky, and Tennessee. They were involved in the Battle of Shiloh as well as Grant's Mississippi Campaign.

My interest in Albert's diary came when I was researching the Battle of Nashville for my book. I'd read about the battle in history books and on historical websites, but I wanted more. I wanted to know how the soldiers felt as they waited for the battle to begin. I wanted to know about the weather, about the sounds, about the smells. 

Finding Albert's diary online was like finding gold! Written in pencil, he kept it from January 1, 1864 to January 11, 1865. As you read bits and pieces of his entries, imagine a young man, far from home, fighting a war he, like everyone else, hoped would end soon. 

  • New Year's Day 1864 found him in Huntingdon, Tennessee, 60 miles from Union City. "Clear and cold this morning. The thermometer stood at 10 degrees above zero this morning. It continued cold all day. A quiet New Year's Day."
  • " Fri. Jan 15: The weather still continues very delightful for the time of year." 
  • "Mon. Feb 1: Bockett and I went up town this morning to get our breakfast. Took a 50 cent breakfast at a restaurant. Saw an orange stand and got about a half dozen." 

The year continues, with the 9th traveling from Tennessee down to Mississippi. 

  • "Sat. Jun 18: Beautiful weather. Rather lonesome times now. Orders were received to remain in camp for the paymaster would be out to pay us off, but he has not come. We have been disappointed every day for about 2 weeks now. It has been the talk every day since we have been here that we would get our pay tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes." 
  • "Tues. Jun 21: Considerable stir this morning among the veteran boys getting ready to go home." 
By the fall of 1864, the 9th was on the move through Missouri. This is my favorite entry from that period. 
  • "Sat. Oct 29: I finished reading the Bible the second time."


In December, the 9th was called to Nashville, and that's where we find Albert in my book. This is one of the entries I used to create the scene where Frankie meets up with Albert at Fort Negley:

  • "Sun. Dec 11: Very cold here in camp. I went down to the city and went to the Baptist Church in the morning. I then took a walk out to the forts in the south part of the city."


Old diaries definitely fill in the blanks for me as an author. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Albert's entries and learning interesting details of the life of a Union soldier. Heartbreakingly, his story ends in tragedy. 

New York Times, January 28, 1864

Here is an excerpt from the New York Times, dated January 28, 1865:

CAIRO, Saturday, Jan. 28. 
The steamer Eclipse, which exploded her boiler in the Tennessee River, opposite Johnsonville, on the 26th, had on board the members of the Ninth Indiana Battery, and other troops. In all, over one hundred and forty lives were lost by the accident.

Our Albert Underwood was one of the casualties. He died on January 27 from injuries received while traveling home. 

I hope, in some small way, I've honored his memory by including him in my book. His words definitely influenced many scenes, and for that I'm very grateful. 








Your turn: Do you keep a diary? If so, would you want someone to read it 100+ years from now?



Michelle Shocklee is the author of several historical novels. Her work has been included in numerous Chicken Soup for the Soul books, magazines, and blogs. Married to her college sweetheart and the mother of two grown sons, she makes her home in Tennessee, not far from the historical sites she writes about. Visit her online at michelleshocklee.com.





UNDER THE TULIP TREE

Sixteen-year-old Lorena Leland’s dreams of a rich and fulfilling life as a writer are dashed when the stock market crashes in 1929. Seven years into the Great Depression, Rena’s banker father has retreated into the bottle, her sister is married to a lazy charlatan and gambler, and Rena is an unemployed newspaper reporter. Eager for any writing job, Rena accepts a position interviewing former slaves for the Federal Writers’ Project. There, she meets Frankie Washington, a 101-year-old woman whose honest yet tragic past captivates Rena.

As Frankie recounts her life as a slave, Rena is horrified to learn of all the older woman has endured—especially because Rena’s ancestors owned slaves. While Frankie’s story challenges Rena’s preconceptions about slavery, it also connects the two women whose lives are otherwise separated by age, race, and circumstances. But will this bond of respect, admiration, and friendship be broken by a revelation neither woman sees coming?

 https://www.amazon.com/Under-Tulip-Tree-Michelle-Shocklee/dp/1496446070/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=



Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Slaves of Middleton Place

By Nancy Moser

Last time I posted, I wrote about the Middleton family who owned the plantation called Middleton Place near Charleston, South Carolina.  Today I’d like to share information about the slaves who lived there, who labored to build, maintain, grow and harvest the crops that provided the revenue to let the plantation survive for hundreds of years.

In the years between the Civil War of the 1860’s and the 1970’s when the plantation was opened to the public, the issue of slavery was an awkward subject.  It’s hard to admit that ancestors were a part of such a despicable institution.  It was the elephant in the room. Yet many slave descendants still live in the area.
It’s hard to know all the facts because there are few written records created by slaves, and even oral history is marginal.  Yet here’s the main fact:  In the late 1600’s Edward Middleton and his brother began a legacy of owning up to 25 plantations in South Carolina encompassing 63,000 acres!  How could they possibly do the work to run these properties?  By owning 3500 slaves.
Rice was the main crop in these low-lying lands, and the Middletons perfected the process.  In 1698 they exported 12,000# of rice, by 1730 they were exporting 18 million pounds, and by 1770 the number had risen to 83 million!  I will share how rice was planted and harvested in an upcoming blog.
The Middleton plantation was also in the timber business, dealing with its byproducts of pitch, turpentine, and tar.  They also made blue dye out of indigo and raised cattle.
Where did the Middletons get their slaves?  The slave trade was going strong in Western Africa even in the 1400’s, but as the Americas were populated by Europeans, the need for laborers grew.  Slavery boomed.  Yet slavery was a part of African life even before the Europeans got there.  Tribes would steal people from enemy tribes, enslaving them.  Yet that was obviously different than the European slave-trade that took people away from their families and homeland, relocating them across the world.
Yet the European slave traders did their business by trading with African rules, goods for slaves.  In the trade the rulers got white sugar, alcohol, iron, copper, and brass objects, carpets, spices, fish hooks, needles, and pins.  And guns.  The European slavers got the rulers’ enemies who’d been captured in battle, along with ivory, gold, and animal hides.  The African rulers brought their people-commodity to the coasts.  Rarely did the European slavers have to go inland to get slaves.
The  journey of the slaves was long and miserable. When they were captured by the rival tribe, the rulers would take them to coastal forts to await the European traders. Then they were tightly packed onto ships for the “Middle Passage” across the Atlantic which could take from 4 weeks to 4 months.   They were fed, but the food was of poor quality.  Fresh water became scarce.  The slaves were forced to exercise, but there was no sanitation so disease spread.  There were many suicides.

The sugar plantations in Brazil were the largest market for slaves, taking 35% (almost 4 million). Other slaves would go to the West Indies, and then to North America. Sixty-percent were dispersed among the Caribbean islands (5.8 million) and 5% (500,000) continued on to North America.  Charleston was the main port of entry.  Add all these numbers up and you have 10.3 million slaves!  By the time the direct importation of slaves from Africa was made illegal (in the 19th century) most slaves traded were born in the Caribbean or in North America.  They were many generations away from their African roots.
South Carolina plantation owners had their preferences as to the origin of the slaves they purchased.  Slaves from Upper Guinea brought the highest price because they had knowledge of rice cultivation and livestock.  But Calabars, Whydah, Ibo, Bonny from Bights of Benin, and Biafrans were small and slender, “recalcitrant” and had a “tendency to suicide.” Thomas Middleton imported and sold slaves.

In South Carolina the slaves had to adapt to their new circumstances or die.  To preserve their identities and their tribal traditions they created the Cullah-Geechee culture.
Slave clothing was distributed in December and though cloth was loomed at Middleton, some of the cloth was bought and then made into clothes on-site.  Shoes, handkerchiefs, and hats were factory made.  Fancy livery uniforms were made by tailors in Charleston. Coachmen wore the livery and often spread news (back and forth) between the plantations and Charleston.

Rice was the main food and recipes for African pilafs and gumbos were introduced to the Middletons by their slaves and soon became staple Southern dishes.  Other foods brought from Africa were yams, okra, field peas, millet, and peanuts.  There’s a letter from a Middleton daughter who was living in Philadelphia, asking about a slave recipe:  “Pray, dear Mama, send me . . . a receipt for making Pillaw [pilaf] in which Peter [the Middleton cook] excels I think—and which nobody understands here.”
At Middleton Place (and elsewhere) there was a “task system” where each slave was assigned a task—similar to being given a quota for a particular job—and once they’d accomplished that task, their time was their own.  During their free time they could plant private gardens, hunt, fish, and have family and social time.  Some of the tasks were Hoeing Rice—1/2 acre, or Cutting Wood—1 cord, or Mortising Posts: 60 posts.

The slaves brought medicinal knowledge with them, mixing herbs into “physicks”.  These potions were often embraced by the white families.  The slaves made these concoctions in small clay pots, which were broke after using once.  Three-thousand shards of such pots were found in Middleton Place in the 1970’s.  Similar pots were also used for food, and were called Colonoware.
Although the slaves brought their idols and rituals with them, in later generations Christianity was embraced, or a mixture of religious beliefs and traditions.  On Sundays services were attended in the chapel.

Carolina law did not recognize slave marriages, but at the Middleton plantations, they were recognized and celebrated. The Middletons wanted their slaves to marry, for a married slave was less likely to run away.  Sometimes they would marry between plantations, with each spouse living on their own plantation. The husband was allowed to occasionally visit.  Any children born became the property of the wife’s plantation.  Weddings were big celebrations at Middleton Place with feasts of foods supplied by master and prepared by slave cooks.  The slaves at Middleton Place often got three days off at Christmas, a free day after hoeing the rice field or plowing, and after harvest. 

Most slaves at Middleton were field hands—strong men and women.  In the early days, fields had to be cleared of timber and the land made ready for the planting of rice, which is a very labor-intensive crop.  As was representative of the way things were done in Africa (in all civilizations) where tasks were divided by age and gender.  Men cleared the fields, women sowed the seed, cultivated the plants, and harvested them.  And children shooed away birds from the seeds.
The slaves had to develop many skills as the plantations tried to be as self-sufficient as possible: carpenters, brick-layers (bricks were made on-site), engineers, coachmen, gardeners, seamstresses, and cooks to name a few. Most slaves combined old African ways with American methods. Schooners from Middleton would go up and down the Ashley River taking and bringing goods to other plantations and to town. These schooners were manned by slaves and even captained by slaves. Slave labor built the Middleton Place homes and other buildings. Slaves developed their specialty talents that were often subbed out to other plantations. Many took pride in their skills and their work.
The lush gardens and ponds at Middleton Place were created by slave labor, with exotic plants grown in the greenhouse, and the terraces and formal gardens toiled and tended.  House servants included house “wenches” (maids), cooks, seamstresses, a barber/doctor, hairdressers, and house servants who served like a butler and housekeeper.  It’s interesting to note that in a 1793 estate inventory, a slave Daphne, who was a seamstress, is listed as being worth 5£ more than her husband, the house’s steward/barber/doctor.  Having a talent had its advantages, as the slaves were able to feel some satisfaction in using their skills, not just laboring.
Another problem for the master was too many slaves with not enough to do. In such a case, Henry Middleton moved some of his slaves from Middleton Place to one of his other plantations.  There are some interesting notations by Henry in 1779 for slaves moved from South Carolina to Georgia and East Florida:  “Wanney:  Gone with the Hessians to York”, “Pompey: Gone to back part of So Carolina”, “Will:  Used to stay with Miss MacIntosh”, and “Buck: Died at the lines in Charleston”, along with various mentions of death due to small pox.
The Middletons also had a home in Charleston (16 miles away).  Henry Middleton was the governor of South Carolina and took house slaves with him to Charleston.  When the family traveled away from both homes, the domestic slaves staying at the Charleston house could be hired out for special dinners and such.  Law said they had to wear a metal badge that said SERVANT and specified the work they could perform.  These badges cost between $2 and $7.  The master took the money, but often gave a portion to the slave.  Rarely masters gave the slaves all the money.
What happened with slaves that were too young or too old to work?  They were often assigned tasks that would support the other workers.  They took care of the slave children, and made meals for the workers that were taken out to the fields. 
Perhaps the hardest job on the plantation—not physically, but emotionally—was that of being a “Driver”. When I first saw this term I thought they meant a coach-driver.  But no, it’s a slave-driver, the slave whose job it was to oversee the work.  These were men with administrative skills.  They needed to be leaders, who were strong, smart, and able to motivate others.  They were not the same as the overseer—who was white.  But they were the middle-man between master and overseer, and the slaves.  They were both respected and feared.  And the hard task of punishment was passed to them—usually whipping.  The only person feared more was the white overseer. The Driver was trusted by the master, yet not completely since he was one of “them.”
How did slaves rebel?  They slowed down their work.  But with the task-system this often backfired as they needed to get done a certain amount of work in the day and slowing it down gave them less free time. 
At Middleton Place, in “Eliza’s cabin”—the cabin used after the Civil War by a freed slave—is open to visit.  There you can see a list of the slaves of the Middletons, divided by plantation and years, listing their names, often their ages, their skill, and what they were worth.  Included is a list of six escaped slaves in the mid-18th century, listing the reward for their capture.  Studying the lists the most expensive slave was Carolina, worth 200£ with most men listed at about 100£ except for Sam who was worth 150.  Most women were worth between 30 and 100.  Smaller sums (10 and 15£) probably were children.  In 1815, the driver July was listed as worth $1000, and in 1846 “ole Tyra” had a worth of zero. 
Skills are listed:  “John:  A very fine bricklayer”, “Die his Wife a Washer ill in Bed.”, “John Baptist, Bricklayer (old Fellow)” “Mary, House wench & Pastry Cook”, and under “Beck, seamstress” was this notation:  “Her son Insane supposed to be rather an encumbrance” had a listed worth of zero. 
Although these lists are disturbing because they reveal the bold existence of slavery, the lists also give names to all the anonymous slaves, making them real.  And I love some of the names:  Quash, Doll, Superannuat’d , Cuffy,, Die, Amerinthia, Seipio, Rhynah, Mingo, Shallow, Quaco , Big Rhina, Walney.

During times of war slaves were used for the Cause. In the Revolutionary War they were used to build fortified earth works around Charleston (both sides used them). Some escaped and joined Hessian regiments, where they were known as the Black Loyalists.  After the war they were evacuated to Nova Scotia and New Brunswick as freemen.  In the Civil War the Confederates used slaves to repair railroads and make Charleston fortifications.  

Born a slave, Annette Mays lived as a freewoman
at Middleton Place until the 1930's.
Though the slaves adjusted, they obviously wanted to be free.  Once they were on the plantations, many tried to escape, which forced a South Carolina law that stated no slave could be away from the plantation without being accompanied by a white man, or unless he wore livery (meaning they were a coachman.) If runaways were caught they were punished by their owners or sent to the “Sugar house”, Charleston’s workhouse.  Owners would put announcements of runaways in the newspapers, with detailed descriptions and listing the reward offered.  Here is an ad by Henry Middleton in 1753:  “Runaway . . .a negro fellow named Prince, who is a shoemaker by trade, & is well known in Charles Town having been formerly a drummer to one of the companies of the regiment.”  Another ad from 1761:  “…shoulders, the scar of which is still visible.  Another is a middle-sized fellow, of a yellowish complexion, much marked in the face with his country marks.  The last fellow answers to the name of Scipio, the short fellow is named Will, & the other Jacob.  They had on white negro-cloth jackets & breeches, & caps of the same & carried with them their blankets & an axe…” 
Some slaves were set free by the Middletons.  Henry Middleton set free his slave Caesar upon his death in 1784.  Here is a quote from Henry’s will:  “I manumit & forever set free my Servant Caesar, and as a Testimony of his former good Conduct I direct my Executors to place out on Loan one thousand Pounds Currency and pay him annually the Interest thereof during his Life…”
The Middleton plantations were occupied by Union forces in the early days of the Civil War.  Slaves were known as “contraband” and were encouraged to join the U.S. Army.  Charleston fell to Union forces on February 17, 1865.  Many of the Middleton slaves rejoiced and asked to go with the Union soldiers.
Middleton Place was burned by Union soldiers, and many of the slaves were loaded onto schooners and flats and went to Charleston. After the war, some returned to Middleton and worked on the plantation as free men, for payment of housing and a token wage. Others in Charleston got jobs and raised families.  Times were hard and there was much to rebuild, but the economy had been forever compromised.  There was no way to plant and harvest rice without slave labor, so the plantation faltered as it tried to adjust to the post-war world.  Williams Middleton attempted to mine phosphate, and many former slaves worked for him, but that work was almost more grueling that field work and the business failed.
Middleton Place fell into disrepair until Mr. and Mrs. J.J. Pringle Smith (descendants of the Middleton family) took it over in the 1920’s.  The once manicured lawns and gardens were overgrown and the entire place in need of repair.  Mrs. Pringle Smith worked tirelessly to reclaim the gardens.  Many descendants of slaves worked for the Smiths in the house and gardens.
In 2006 there was a reunion of people with ties to Middleton Place—black and white.  Three hundred people attended.  Middleton descendent Mason Smith said it was “good to be together with others from whom we had traditionally been separated by law and custom.”  After the 3-day event, one of the Middleton Place Foundation trustees said, “How could we ever take Middleton Place family reunion back to Euro-American only?  We have leapt over to a new place with a new momentum and new life.  We have affirmed a larger family, and established a Place to Begin—indeed.”

For more information I highly recommend visiting Middleton Place (see my blog post here.)  Also informational is the book Beyondthe Fields, Slavery at Middleton Place.


NANCY MOSER is the best-selling author of 25 novels, including Love of the Summerfields, Christy Award winner, Time Lottery; Washington’s Lady, Mozart’s Sister, The Journey of Josephine Cain, and Masquerade. Nancy has been married for forty years—to the same man. They have three grown children and five grandchildren, and live in the Midwest. She’s earned a degree in architecture; run a business with her husband; traveled extensively in Europe; and has performed in various theatres and choirs. She knits voraciously, kills all her houseplants, and can wire an electrical fixture without getting shocked. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Author Website, Footnotes from History Blog, Author Blog/Inspirational humor, Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, Good Reads  

Read my latest book Love of the Summerfields1880 England. The lives and loves of manor and village intertwine. Earl and shopkeeper, countess and clerk—all will be stunned and transformed by a secret that begs to be revealed. When the Weston family returns to Summerfield Manor at the close of the London social season, both village and manor relax into their normal existence. But for four women, turmoil awaits. Each must battle the restrictions of her position as her faith and character are tested. Each will have a choice to make between her own happiness and a truth that will turn their carefully-ordered world upside down.