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This is the archive for December 2009

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

As indicated in Part One, which ran yesterday, a footnote in a book by historian Allan Nevin set Donald on the path toward solving a 146-year-old mystery regarding the fate of a family member who died at Andersonville. Today's post picks up where Part One left off, with William Forster and a small band of Union soldiers being tracked as hunted men.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A paragraph and a footnote in a book he's currently reading helps Donald to finally solve a 146-year-old mystery regarding the fate of a family member who died at Andersonville.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

One of my favorite memories as a dad is running on the grass, chasing my two sons, aged 5 and 3 (at the time), tackling them and rolling about the ground. The three of us would laugh, get up and do it again. This happened at Fort Moultrie, the older sister fort of Fort Sumter.

Unfortunately, in the tourist part of Charleston, Fort Sumter gets most of the press. Why unfortunate? Well, because quite frankly, Fort Sumter is quite the boring destination. While it is a beautiful boat ride, once there, you really do not need the full hour on the island that they give you until the boat takes you back. I cant count the times I have been to Fort Moultrie and enjoyed the heck out of it, never bored and always willing to go back again.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

It's always the Sunday closest to the 13th of December when the wreath and stand are packed into the trunk and the front end of car is pointed down Rt. 301 in the direction of Fredericksburg. This year that Sunday happened to fall on the 13th, one calendar day and 147 years after the turkey shoot that was the battle of Fredericksburg. "Windshield wipers slappin' time" and at a steady downpour that didn't let up during the hour and forty-five minute drive.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

"Yesterday, December 7, 1941a date which will live in infamy."
Unless you are Google, who once again left their page blank.

Meanwhile, the Evil Empire that is Microsoft, outdid Google with its tribute on Bing

Sunday, December 06, 2009

John Randolph, son of a wealthy Roanoke, Viginia tobacco planter, half-brother of Nathaniel Beverly Tucker, six term member of the U.S. House of Representatives, owner of 383 inherited slaves later freed by the terms of a will written fourteen years before his death, co-founder of the American Colonization Society, duelist against Henry Clay in which he fired into the air after Clay missed with his shot, proponent of a patriarchial form of government guided by the planter class, and celebrated orator who believed in minimal federal intervention, when asked for his opinion of the greatest orator he ever heard:

"A slave, sir. She was a mother and her rostrum was the auction block."


Saturday, December 05, 2009

In 1961 Robert Penn Warren, a native Kentuckian and the only American to ever win the Pulitzer Prize for both fiction and poetry, penned "The Legacy of the Civil War: Meditations on the Centennial." As America edges closer to the 150th anniversary of the conflict his words stand as a reminder of where we were as a nation and how far we've come in the 48 years since he fixed a punctuation mark to his concluding sentence. Today we excerpt a section Penn termed "The Great Alibi."