Showing posts with label #war. Show all posts
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Friday, April 7, 2023

2023 April 1, Mule Day Parada Columbia and Mount Pleasant, TN. Grill & Museum

 Hubby and I had an excellent April 1st, (April Fools' Day) We stopped at Jacks in Lawrenceburg for breakfast. I ordered their single gravy, sausage, and biscuits. Hubby ordered their big breakfast with pancakes.

We rode to Columbia to watch the Mule Day Parade. Arrived a little early and found a place to sit. There were thousands of people there for the parade and other events. The parade began at 11:00 AM and was over a little after 12.  The Grand Marshall was Mike Wolfe from America Pickers.
At the end of the parade were a couple of big sweeper trucks to clean up all the horse and Mule poop.
Grand Marshall Mike Wolfe 

An unusual float the Solo Cup 

Mules and Horses 

We left Columbia and drove through Mt Pleasant stopping at Mt Pleasant Grill. It didn't appear much, but we thought we would try it. It was a lot bigger on the inside and very nice. The food was great. A little spicy and cooked differently. It was tender, fresh, and delicious. We definitely will eat there again. 
Fried Catfish, Fried Okra, Cole Slaw 

We asked about the museum next door and one of the waitresses said it was worth seeing. So we toured the museum. It was filled with lots of memorabilia about the town. The things you would see in a doctor's office, war artifacts, gowns, dresses, furniture and so much more.
doctor office

I bought several note cards: The Hamilton Place, The St Johns Episcopal Church, Walnut Grove, Rippavilla, and Fountain Creek Mills. (historic homes, church, and mill). The curator tried to sell us a 2023 Farmers Almanac she was telling us about some of the things she had read in it. 


Walked outside to the nearby park where I saw those beautiful tin flowers and 2 blooming dogwood trees. The perfect time of the year to be blooming. We had a great time except for the 30 MPH winds. We saw hats, trash, and cotton candy flying everywhere. One bag blew off the vendor's rack and spooked several horses. All in all, it was a great day.
Dogwood Trees


Sunday, January 1, 2023

2022 April 23, Madison Walking Tour lead by Gerald Clark


 We started the tour at the Roundhouse near the railroad tracks. Before Mr. Clark began his speech a train roared passed. 

A War Memorial displayed in Madison's Park 

We walked across the railroad tracks and began our tour of Historic downtown Madison.

A little history about Madison:

The town began about 1856 when tracks were laid by Memphis and Charleston Railroad. In 1858 Judge Clemons planned the town's lots fronting the railroad.

One of the first businesses was a Grist Mill Mill operated by J.J. Akers, S.D. Doolittle opened a Blacksmith Shop, and other merchants included Walter and Thomas Hopkins and James Bib 

Humphrey and Hughes Drug Co.
The Rexall Store 

Historic Madison homes and stores that we saw:

The History of Madison

Madison Station Hertzler Vaughn 1905 

Madison Station Apperson Brown ca 1900

Madison Station Cain Steadman ca 1880

Madison Station Farley Thorton Goodson 1911 

Madison Station Clay Sensenberger 1853

Madison Station Shelton Balch 1928

Madison Station Pride Drake 1910 

Madison Station Thomas Vaughn ca 1910 


Madison Station Burton Balch Willis 1885

Madison Station Farley Sturdivant 1910 


Madison Station Gillespie McDermott 1897

Madison Station Riddle W. Hughes Sampieri 1920

Madison Station Riddle C.P. Hughes 1910

Madison Station Sullivan Wellborn 1889

The Methodist Church 

War Memorials 

Colonel Cecil Hamilton Bolton LT US ARMY

Leo K Thorsness COL US AIR FORCE

Paul L. Bolden SSG US ARMY 

CITY OF MADISON WALL OF HEROES

Madison Roundhouse

Storefront 16 Main (Yellow House)

Humphrey Bros. was Built by D.S. Brandon 

Robert P. Cain Mercantile 

Humphrey-Hughes Drug Co Store 

The Rexall Store 

Established 1869 City of Madison

J.H. Cain General Merchandise 

We learned about Buttermilk Alley Buttermilk Alley is a narrow lane running between Front and Arnett streets. Circa 1900, the alley gave a safe haven for sweethearts to take a walk at dusk and hold hands. Mrs. Katie, an African-American woman who worked for Dr. Kyser on Front Street, sat on her porch and kept a watchful eye on the youth’s safety. 

Longtime residents also credit Buttermilk Alley’s name to food handouts from Front Street residents to hungry hobos riding on the train. 

Buttermilk Aly


Madison is a historic small town rich in history and now growing in leaps and bounds. 


Sunday, July 10, 2016

Last LETTERS HOME

Letter home can be seen at Town Point Park Norfolk Virginia 

http://www.hmdb.org/marker.asp?marker=3475
Andrew Allard's letter was written Feb 11, 1777, REVELATIONAL WAR
February 11, 1777
Loving Wife,
My regards to you and our children, hoping
These few lines will find you all in good
Health as through the goodness of God...
As for news, I have nothing strange to
Inform you at present, only that I went
Out a scout one day this week along with
Lt. Willson, eleven more, and we all
Had a chance to come across the Light
Horse. I am a little distance from the
The rest of our men had liked to have been
Taken by them, but through the goodness
Of God, I got to the rest of our party and
We made a stand and we kept them back
None hurt upon our side. We lie in four
Miles, of the Hessian lines, and we use
They every other day. My love to all my
Friends, so I remain your loving Andrew Allard.
Andrew Allard

d. August 23, 1777 
Sullivan Ballou wrote on July 14, 1861, about CIVIL WAR
Civil War Union Army Officer 

He served as a Major in the 2nd Rhode Island Volunteer Infantry. On July 14, 1861, Ballou wrote an eloquent letter to his wife predicting his death. He was wounded at the First Battle of Bull Run on July 21 and died from his injuries a week later. His sentiments in the letter became famous and were quoted in Ken Burns' "Civil War" documentary. 

July 14, 1861
My Dear Wife,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow, and lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more...I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I amen gaged, and my courage does not halt or falter... Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence can break and yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistible with all those chains to the battlefield. The memories of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I have enjoyed them for so long... If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you...

Sullivan Ballou
July 21, 1861
Robert A. Baun wrote on April 3, 1943, about WWII
April 3, 1943 
... A guy gets in some serious 
thinking out here... Sometimes when I 
happen to be walking along alone, say for 
 instance at night, I stop and say, "Well,
Bob, you are in a heck of a fix. What are
you doing here? Do you remember how 
you laughed at the idea of ever bearing
arms...? It's the fellows that have gone
before us who make us willingly bear
our burdens. Dear God, spare our lives.
for we are young and love life so much.
This is just a short incident in a fellow's 
life, I tell myself, and soon it will be
behind me and I will have forgotten it,
and settle down among you all again.
....This is one game I'm going to beat,
I know. When I played baseball I never
wanted to sit on the bench, always
wanted to play the whole game. And here
too, I'm going out every time, and while
too, I
I'm playing this game, I'm going to play
hard, and win.
Robert A. Baun d. April 1943
Bertram Arnold Bunting letter written Jan 17, 1968


BERTRAM ARNOLD BUNTING MAJ - O4 - Army - Regular 20 th Eng Bde Length of service 10 years tour began on Jul 9, 1967Casualty was on Feb 12, 1968In, SOUTH VIETNAMHostile, died of wounds, GROUND CASUALTY GUN, SMALL ARMS FIREBody was recovered Panel 39E - Line 2
January 17, 1968
My darling wife-
As this day draws to a close, I can only
think of you. Possibly I'm just emerging from
the R&R haze in which I've been enveloped for 
these past weeks. Until now the detail of our
the meeting was all so clear: I could still hear your 
of your absence is upon me; I know all too well
this feeling: I lived with it for the many months
before December. My only hope is that I can
survive this attack of my imagination upon my
sanity.
When we met again I can promise you that
there will be no wasted moments. Every minute
spent with you will be nothing less than a gift,
to be cherished. I have found that it isn't
necessary to always do: talking, eating
walking, dance, and swimming. There are many
times when I want only to know your presence:
to hear you moving around, to see you next to 
me. There are many ways of living-perhaps 
the simplest is the most satisfying.
Bertram Arnold Bunting
d. February 12, 1968
John Chilto letter written in 1777
John Chilton was Captain of the Third Virginia Infantry Regiment in the Revolutionary War. He was mortally wounded in 1777 at the Battle of Brandywine but refused to be carried off the field until the battle was over so as not to discourage his men.

My dear Friends, 
....We are on our guard and our men seem resolutely bent to give them a warm reception at the meeting... There were three ships and a tender lying opposite the enemy's camp about a mile below our lowest lines, within these two days two more and a tender have joined them. What or when we shall be ever ready to receive their attacks as men fighting for Liberty should do...
.... We had between 50 and 100 killed and wounded; the enemy about 300... On one side of the field of battle is a steep, rocky, precipice, where we imagine they threw many of their dead as the buzzards and ravens resort to that place constantly. 
.... I begin to think that mankind when engaged in warfare are as wary and timorous of each other as deer are of men and the boldness of one party increase as they find the other fearful.
John Chilton
d. Sept. 11, 1777
Meyer Davis, Jr. Letter written 1943 WWII
Meyer Davis Jr was the son of well-known orchestra leaders and was himself a violinist. He enlisted in the Navy immediately after the attack on Pearl Harbor. A petty officer second class, Davis was listed as missing in action after the sinking of the destroyer BUICK in 1943 off Salerno, Italy just before his 21st birthday.
....We got a submarine today!! There is almost no chance that we missed, and the crew is already cutting notches in their belts...
....In effect, it is just another rehearsal with the addition of sound effects. The fact that men die below us doesn't really come into the mind, they just happened to have the misfortune to be inside the sub when it went down. Essentially, we are killing submarines, not men- - if they want to have the bad judgment to be in the vicinity that's their hard luck. 
Perhaps the foregoing is only a rationalization of an uncomfortable feeling that today I helped kill some men that had wives and sweethearts, mothers and children.... but I have to try to be quite ruthless or I won't be much use in this war.
Meyer Davis, Jr.
d. October 9, 1943


KIA Gulf WarOn February 27, 1991, John Wesley Hutto died during Operation Desert Storm in Iraq at the age of 19. He was a(n) Private First Class for the United States Army. John was born on August 03, 1971, and was from Andalusia, Alabama.
January 31, 1991
Mom,
....I really do love you and miss you a 
whole lot. Can't wait till this war is over so's I
can come home. May not get to write you for a
while, but rest assured of three things. (1)I'll 
be home soon as possible. (2) I will write you
every chance I get to let you know that I'm still
kicking you know what. and (3) I love you more
than words, at least the ones I know, can say.
The Army ain't the life for me you can bet your
bottom dollar on that one too...You know
something else all of my dreams are about
some time after the war. And I believe that that
is a sign that I will survive. 'Cause other people
have dreamed about the war and seldom dream
of home or life after this war, which are the only
two things I dream about. The only two things, I 
remember were another dream I had where I got off
the plane at Hunter and you, B., and D. C. were
real not to come true, too real.
Gotta go for now.
John Wesley Hutto 

2024 Apr 27, Car & Tractor Show, Tee-Ball Game, Art Museum and Sisters

Hubby and I  rode to Killen Park for the Killen Log 877 Classic Car Show which featured bikes, jeeps, classic cars, and new cars. Cahaba Shr...