There has been a lot of controversy over the Confederate flag being flown over some of the southern states. They are starting to come off the poles like drunk strippers. Personally, I don’t understand the big deal. The flag didn’t stand for slavery, it stood for a democracy and a way of life. It’s our history, like it or not.
Having lived in Florida for a spell, I understand what it means to be Southern. No one is in a hurry, always use your best manners, respect your elders and God. What’s not to love? I did enjoy my time having doors opened for me and being called ma’am.
There was a Civil War reenactment going on at a nearby forest preserve. It was very interesting to see how little the Confederates lived on compared to the Union soldiers.
They were lucky to have a table with them. Many just used the ground.
An old surveying device.
Fires were burning all day for hot water and to make a cornbread type pancake. No one had flour here for bread. They tended to reuse coffee beans a few times, then chew them. Chicory, a pretty, blue roadside weed has roots that can be boiled for a coffee substitute.
Gunsmith ~ The rifle you see in the front was about 40 pounds… If you were good, you could fire it three times a minute.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
November 19, 1863
Farewell to the Army of Northern Virginia
After four years of arduous service, marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources.
I need not tell the survivors of so many hard-fought battles who have remained steadfast to the last that I have consented to this result from no distrust of them; but feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could compensate for the loss that would have attended the continuance of the contest, I determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those whose past services have endeared them to their countrymen. By the terms of the agreement, officers and men can return to their homes and remain until exchanged.
You may take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from the consciousness of duty faithfully performed, and I earnestly pray that a merciful God will extend to you his blessing and protection. With an unceasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your country, and a grateful remembrance of your kind and generous consideration of myself, I bid you all an affectionate farewell.
by Robert E. Lee
In the Northern camps, things were a bit cushier.
What a beautiful kitchen area.
Many of these were actually used in the war!
Left, left, left-right-left!
© Ilex ~ Midwestern Plant Girl