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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 

d. February 27,1991

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2016 July 9, Saturday, Taking pictures around the Shoals Area

Today, I went to Chick-fil-a for a bagel with egg, cheese, and chicken. I also ordered 3 chicken Minnie with a large tea. I ate the three chicken Minnie without the bread. 

Then I rode to UNA to see the lions but they were not out I could hear them roaring. I did see several squirrels scurrying around the campus. They were looking for food and playing.  Crape Myrtles were in full bloom. It was fairly quiet, except for an occasional roar of the lions and the pitter-patter of squirrels, as I walked through the campus taking pictures

squirrels scurrying around the campus

squirrels scurrying around the campus

Top of the fountain 

Crape Myrtles

I  rode to W.C. Handy Home and Museum to take a few pictures outside. Outside the tin, men were playing their musical instruments, and the museum door patiently waiting to be unlocked at 10AM.

Tin men playing music 

WC Handy Museum Opens at 10AM

I next rode to McFarland where I discovered a Gaggle of Geese gathered on the sandy beach and I saw two men sitting quietly in their boat fishing. I could hear in the distance the construction on the O'Neal bridge, and I watched a couple of geese come in for a landing on the Tennessee River. 

Two Men Fishing

A gaggle of geese enjoying the sandy beach of McFarland 

I  stopped at Kangaroo in Sheffield to fill up with gas. 
Then onto the railroad bridge where I took pictures while I walked to the end of the bridge and back. 
My next stop was Rock Pile Park where I saw another Gaggle of Geese, a  lot more geese than at McFarland Park. They began waddling towards me so I went back to the van for the bread left over from my chicken Minnie.

A gaggle of geese at the Rock Pile 

I waited until I was almost at the river before I gave the gaggle of geese the bread.
I then rode down to the Children's Playground area at the Rock Pile. There was a family of three there at the park, and the little girl was having fun playing. She came up to me and said hi, and she also told me by when I left. 

The playground area at the Rock Pile 

The playground area at the Rock Pile & the little girl who was having fun 

I stopped at Visitors Over Look at TVA Dam where I could see the TVA Wilson Dam, the Tennessee River, the Marriott hotel, and the tower.

Tennessee River, Wilson Dam, Tower, and Marriott view from Visitors' Overlook 

I rode across the Wilson Dam Bridge to River Heritage Park where I took a few pictures of Crape Myrtles that were in full bloom. 

Crape Myrtles.

Crape Myrtles.

Crape Myrtles.

My last stop was Aldies to buy a few groceries. They had eggs for $.49 a dozen so I bought four dozen. I came home unloaded the groceries and took a nap

🚗 2016 June 28, Tuesday, Day Trip to Scottsboro, Stevenson, Menton, Fort Payne , Section Alabama

Today we took hwy 72 east through Scottsboro stopping at Taco Bell for lunch, which was not a good idea. Made both of us have stomach problems later that day. I ordered the Nachos Supreme and Tea. Hubby ordered the $5 meal deal.

We rode on to Stevenson, Alabama to see the Stevenson Train depot, & hotel but the museum was closed.

Stevenson Depot and Hotel 

Reverse:

After the war, the depot and hotel continued as the center of life in Stevenson. Trains stopped here at mealtimes and passengers ate in the hotel dining rooms. Other passengers spent the night here; the hotel is so close to the tracks that it was said the trains "opened the hotel windows and pulled the covers off the beds." Generations recalled final passenger

departures and arrivals here, often sad and poignant especially during war times.

A group of citizens saved the depot from destruction during the Bicentennial in 1976 when the last railroad office closed. The depot was renovated for use as a community museum, which opened in June 1982. 

Listed on the National Register of Historic Places 5/13/1974

Stevenson Depot and Hotel 

A one-story depot building was constructed here in 1853 when the railroad was first laid through Stevenson. That building burned after the Civil War and was replaced by the present brick depot and hotel in 1872.

During the Civil War, Stevenson was a hub of activity. Union and Confederate troops skirmished here and the town changed hands more than once, though Stevenson mostly lay under Union control. Troops occupied the town and a large refugee camp sprang up between the depot and Ft. Harker, a quarter-mile east.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, horses, wagons, prisoners of war, refugees, wounded men, and others passed through Stevenson during the late summer and fall of 1863, before, during, and after the Battles of Chattanooga and Chickamauga. Harper's Weekly, an influential newspaper of the time, noting the juncture of East-West and North-South rail lines here, called Stevenson "One of the seven most important cities in the South."

Stevenson Hotel 

Stevenson Train Depot 

The sign outside said open Monday -Friday 8-3:30PM but it was closed.

Stevenson Depot Museum Hours Mon-Fir 8-3:30PM

I took a few pictures and we stopped at the Co-op that was next to the depot, for some more seeds and stuff to run off the groundhogs and rabbits.

Co-Op

We rode through Stevenson Park where we saw an old cabin, steam engine, birding trails, ballpark, and a mural about the Tornado of April 27, 2011, that hit the surrounding areas.

100-year-old Cabin 

Steam engine

We took hwy 117 to Desota Park stopping in Menton. We stopped at

Desota Falls, where we walked down the steps that lead to the large boulder near the falls but were very disappointed because the fall was almost dried up. Water was falling but not much. The damned area was full of people swimming and two men trying to push a log over the dam.

Several people came to see the falls and a few walked further down the walkway but we stopped at the top.

Desota Falls

Swimming at Desota Falls

We rode to Fort Payne stopping at a Mayfield Ice Creamier for one scoop of Rocky Road and One scoop of Cherry Vanilla Ice Cream which we shared. 

Mayfield Ice Creamery 

We saw the Junkasorus along the way then we rode through Fort Payne not stopping. 

Junkasorus

We took hwy 35 back to Scottsboro stopping at a park overlooking the Tennessee River which was a beautiful site. The park was next to several large homes.

Train Depot in Fort Payne 

Weathington Park is Dedicated to the perpetual Public use of the citizens of the Town of Section by Scott & Patty Weathington and gratefully received on behalf of its citizens by Bob Matthews, Mayor of 2012

Weathington Park overlook 

We crossed the bridge at Section where we could see the Bellefonte Plant.

From Scottsboro, we traveled to Kroger's in Huntsville to fill up with gas. They usually have the best gas prices for mid-grade gas.

We stopped at Cracker Barrel in Athens for dinner.

Hubby ordered a bowl of soup and hamburger which he could not finish. I ordered a child's vegetable plate of pinto beans, turnip greens, chow, chow, and cornbread. I ate the crust off of one of the cornbreads, finished the beans, and left about half the greens.

Hamburger

Pinto Beans, Turnip Greens

We were home by 7PM.

My stomach hurt all night not sure if it was the Nachos Supreme or the beans or both.