Monday, April 30, 2012
So says the editorial in December 160's Punch--a British publication. The cartoon is by John Tennial.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
I am reading a book called Year of Meteors, which begins with the last week of Douglas's life. He wasn't even fifty, and he was dying the drunkard's death--cirrhosis of the liver.
He had staggered to Springfield, which is the capital of Illinois, to address the state legislature and then to Chicago, where he spoke once, then went back to his hotel and died.
What was he saying that was so important that he did it with his last breath, almost literally? He was trying to tell people that HE WAS WRONG! Appeasement had never worked with the South, and he had been one of the appeasement kings.
The situation had deteriorated so badly that war was here. Sumter had been fired on.
Douglas had lost his Presidential bid, and had, in fact, been part of the set of pawns manipulated by the fire-eaters to split the Democratic party and get a Republican elected. That, in their eyes, justified secession even more.
In trying to help Lincoln rally the North to the inevitable, he had to admit that he had been wrong. It was so important to him that he died in his attempt.
Today, he would be dismissed, accused of flip-flopping.
Friday, April 27, 2012
I wrote a post about the Magical History Tour last February, and the emotion of seeing artifacts like the gun of James Jackson (right) which killed my colonel.
Frankly, I thought it was sorta funny, and I was prepared for a rejection, but NO! The post is up! It is called "Meltdown on Aisle 7," and it is at emergingcivilwar.com--
So, go read it. We all need the stats!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
It wasn't exactly a "secret ballot."
Lincoln initially told the media he was not going to vote. Then he answered the question, "How are you going to vote?" with the enigmatic words, "By ballot."
He walked with Elmer Ellsworth and George Nicolay down the street to the Court House to cast his ballot about 3:30 in the afternoon, when the crowds had died down a bit.
Ever the Victorian, he carefully tore off the top of the ticket, thereby casting his vote for everyone except himself.
They then walked back to campaign headquarters in the Illinois State House, to wait for the official results.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
He was the chief of a group of Apaches in the Arizona-New Mexico Territory in the 1860s, and they made life for the California Column unpleasant in the extreme.
No sooner did the Confederates decided their big Westward Ho push wasn't going to work out quite like they'd hoped than the Indians began to get annoyed.
There is nothing politically correct about what happened--the Apaches, under Mangas Colorados and Cochise were destroyed--but that is what the Californians were doing for the rest of the war, after the fall of 1862.
Perhaps the Native American voice will be the one that the California State government finally hears when it comes to saving our landmarks, like Fort Tejon. If anyone listens at all, that is.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
We name our rooms after colleges, and we have to include our college mascot in everything we do.
Room 3 is West Point. Our theme this year is "Welcome To the Jungle." West Point's mascot is the mule. Where is the connection?
To the right are actual West Point students, in JUNGLE camo BDUs, riding Army mules.
Sometimes it just seems odd . . .
Monday, April 23, 2012
The whole Picacho deal makes me sick to my stomach. I have never seen such disrespect for history as that shown by, of all things, state governments. They are the very entities which should be protecting our past, but in the current economic crunch, an old fort, a spit of desert--they are the first to go.
The Arizona monument of Picacho Pass will be closed for the summer--no ranger, no protection, nothing except a place where men died to protect this country left open to the depredations of the desert and who only knows what else.
Why can't we decide where our taxes should go? Argh!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
- Target: CA Senate Budget Subcommittee 1 and Assembly Budget Subcommittee 2
- Sponsored by: Center for Bibliographical Studies and Research
Please go, sign the petition-do something--PLEASE??
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
WILLIAM BLACK Co. B - 55th Illinois
This sure ain't what I thought
Bein' a soldier was gonna be.
Sure I knew there'd be lots a marchin'
But I'd followed the plow for years.
I even knew the food wouldn't be the best,
But ma had died when I was just ten.
Sleepin' in tents wouldn't be too bad
As long as there were blankets to keep me warm.
I knew there'd be shootin' and killin'.
Shootin' and killin' -
That's what a soldier's s'posed to do.
I was prepared for death
To be at my stoop any time.
But I sure didn't think,
Back in Chicago when I joined up,
That I'd ever be told, by my own Colonel,
To kill one of our own men
Simply because he went home
To be with his wife
When she buried their baby boy .
by Frank Crawford
Saturday, April 7, 2012
I was pretty nervous at first, but we finally found what we were looking for--the graves of the two soldiers who were victims of the skirmish at Picacho Peak in Arizona.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Clem’s legend grew following Chickamauga, although some stories may be apocryphal. One holds that his drum was destroyed at the Battle of Shiloh, earning him the nickname “Johnny Shiloh” and serving as inspiration for the song, “The Drummer Boy of Shiloh.”
However, the 22nd Michigan, Clem’s unit, was not mustered until the summer after the Battle of Shiloh, making it unlikely Clem saw action in the battle with that regiment.
John Clem went on to fight at Perryville, Murfreesboro, Kennesaw and Atlanta, where he was wounded twice. Clem was discharged from the Army in 1864 at age 13, but sought to rejoin the military in 1870.
Nominated to West Point by President Ulysses S. Grant, Clem failed the entrance exam several times before Grant appointed him a second lieutenant in the U.S. Army.
He enjoyed a successful second military career, rising to the rank of colonel and assistant quartermaster general by 1906. He retired on the eve of U.S. entry into World War I with the rank of major general, the last Civil War veteran to actively serve in the U.S. Army.
John Clem died in 1937 and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.