Friday, May 31, 2013

Bones and Mummies


Everyone loves bones, especially dinosaur bones.


Big bones...
 
And little bones!

Believable bones, and unbelievable bones!



Standard mummified remains, and non-standard.


Surely you know that the ancient Egyptians removed the brains with tweezers shoved up the nostrils before mummifying those kings and queens...  Hmmm.  I can think of a few folks I wouldn't mind mummifying!  (Zing!)


This leathery lookin' dude is a big-horned bison.  The interpretive information plaque says it's extinct.  (Duh!)  I think what it meant to say is that that particular species is extinct.  Because it was found near Fairbanks, Alaska the horn sheaths and hooves are still intact.  The freezing temperatures are what made that possible.

The lower part of that display are the remains of the rear lower leg and foot of the second most abundant critter, la horse!  This represents the last of the true wild horses (not counting related asses and zebras.)  What we think of as "wild horses" are really descended from stock that somehow found its way from human owners and reverted to a wild state.
 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

"Our Beginnings" in D.C.


I thought this was a pretty cute picture of Benjamin Franklin wavin' at us...  The flags are at half staff because it's Memorial Day.  This is outside of the old Post Office building.  Benji is here because he created the postal service.

From here we walked down to the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History, Kenneth E. Behring Center.  That would be North American history, not Central American history, so I'm not sure why they have this guy sitting by the front door:


This would be a replica of Colossal Head No. 4 (of 17).  The original was uncovered by a Smithsonian archaeologist in 1946.  He's kinda cute, too.  (The head, not the archaeologist :)

Inside we find a really cool lookin' giant, polished piece of rock that is as tall as I am!


The red striations indicate periods of high oxygen concentration in the atmosphere; the gray show low oxygen.  It's really pretty. 

A bit farther on I find this interesting little tidbit on an interpretive plaque:  "It is unlikely that living things could spontaneously arise on earth today.  Anything resembling the primitive forerunners of life would be quickly gobbled up by ever-present microbes in the environment.  Primeval conditions must have been more favorable for life-forming processes."  Huh?  Say again?  Why, that's the closest statement I have ever heard "science" say that lends credence to the Creation!  How could primeval conditions be "more favorable."  Somehow I had the idea the "primeval" was all about everything gobbling up everything else voraciously.  Primeval was all ABOUT microbes.  If you believe evolutionists, all life on earth began as microbes - so there must have been zillions of gazillions of microbes all gobbling on each other. 

It goes on to say:  "What were these conditions?  Scientists' ideas about them have also evolved.  Early notions of a young earth with a hydrogen-rich atmosphere and ocean basins filled with bubbling 'organic soup' now seem questionable."  WOWSER!  "Experiments have shown that amino acids and other organic compounds form most readily in a hydrogen-rich atmosphere, but the light gases that would have made up such an atmosphere probably escaped into space early in the earth's history.  And while organic compounds may have accumulated in the primordial oceans, they probably existed in such dilute concentrations that life-forming reactions would have occurred slowly, if at all."  DOUBLE WOWSER!

Then they go into suppositions and may be's and probably's.  Well, guess what.  My "suppose" that God created all life on earth carries more weight than their "may be."  But their own first two paragraphs take away 99% of a persons belief in their tired ol' concepts.


A warm little pond?  or the Garden of Eden and a manger?  "They" keep changing their story; the Bible is the inerrant Word of God and never, ever changes.


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Our Blog Audience

I'm always amazed when I stop and check out who has been reading our blog!  It's 10:30 in the morning, and so far today we've had readers drop in from good ol' America, Colombia, Brazil, Latvia, Russia, Croatia, England, the Philippines, Indonesia, and Poland.  That's just stunning!  There have been over 45,000 page views so far

All I can say is that I really do hope folks are enjoying it and sharing it with others.  They can "Google+" it, or copy the URL and share it.  If you're one of the lucky few who have it emailed to you, it's really simple to forward that on.  If you're using the mobile version the blog can be turned into an app so that all you have to do is tap the app and you get the latest post - that's pretty convenient.

I just don't know what to think about all these folks in different countries reading the blog.  It's such an enormous variety of places all across the globe...!  All I can think of is to say thank you to each and every one of you.  Oh, and ask that you forgive my occasional spelling and grammar mistakes.  I get so caught up in the story that my education gets left behind sometimes.  Maybe you can make a game of how many mistakes I make every day - or maybe not.  I could get really depressed if it was too many!

Read on, oh world, read on.  I'm having a wonderful time sharing our discoveries, and thank you for joining us!
















Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Traveling On The Metro to D.C.

What a simple idea!  Stay outside of D.C. and take the Metro in to the Smithsonian.  Rooms are less expensive, and we won't have to worry about parking.  That'll work; and it did - but not without its complications!

We found a really nice Sheraton in Ruston, Virginia for next to nothing that was very near a Metro station.  In hindsight, it was probably "next to nothing" because the Metro stations closest to it had been shut down for renovations.

Then we had a terrible time finding the Metro.  Once there is when we discovered that it was shut down, but, not to worry, they had set up free shuttle bus rides to the nearest open station.  Now we have to remember that we left the car at West Falls Church, got bussed to Ballston, caught the Orange line into D.C. and got off at Federal Triangle.  (Whew!  For a couple of kids from East Texas that never take mass transit, that's a lot to remember!  Think of that the next time you lose your car at the local mall.)

We check the fares at Ballston and purchase tickets from the machine for Federal Triangle.  The platform isn't too crowded, the ceilings are super high (I guess to keep claustrophobics from panicking), and the train is on time.


Too funny!  There's a guy on the train asking us directions!  We happened to have printed out a map of the Metro lines and were able to help him understand the system.  Too funny!

We hop off at Federal and ... the exit booth won't let us out.  Everyone clears the area pretty quickly, and there's no one to ask for help!  It's just us in this whole enormous echoing place.  Bummer.  We go over to the fare machines and try to figure things out.  Ah, seems they tack on an extra dollar on the weekends.  (Take THAT Mr. and Mrs. Tourist!)

A station master appears.  (Maybe they have security cameras stashed somewhere and they were watching us?)  We explain our problem and get all straightened out.  (He must get really tired of country bumpkin tourists like us, but then again, if it weren't for us dummies he wouldn't have a job maybe.)

Up the escalators and out into the sunshine!  Wow, what a beautiful, beautiful day!


And so we begin our day in D.C.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

America IS great!

We're in Washington, D.C.   Its Memorial Day weekend. I'm sitting in the rotunda resting while John keeps exploring. There's a black woman doing a presentation about the lunch counter sit-in at Woolworths in 1960. Well, ok. But its Memorial Day, not Emancipation Day or Martin Luther King Day. Why not do something about black equality in the military?  A very quick summary can be found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_history_of_African_Americans(I know, I know.  It's Wikipedia, but it's just a quick reference...)
Then she starts trying to get everybody to chant "Make America great!"  That got my goat for sure. It took every ounce of restraint I possess to not get up and start a counter-chant of "America IS great!" Folks, the way to stop racism and class envy is to start counting our blessings, not by wallowing in eighty-year-old memories. The past is history. I love history. You know I love history. But it IS history. 
I'm glad to see young black men and women walking away.  I don't think they're turning their back on history as much as they're walking toward the future.
To heal a wound people need to bring things together.  Again, it's Memorial Day weekend.  Just off of the top of my head I can think of instances where blacks and whites joined hands and hearts for this America that has been great since the first Europeans stepped foot here.  (Now don't go getting your dander up, Native Americans.  America was great before Europeans got here, but we're talking race relations and until the Europeans got here America was all the same race.)
The very first Europeans brought black indentured servants with them to America.  Indentured servants were pretty much like slaves until they reached the end of their contract and received their freedom.  So now we have Native Americans and whites and blacks all living in the same America.  But guess what?  They are all "men," and mankind has been sinful since the Garden of Eden - IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN.  There were Indian tribes that tried to help the Europeans.  The blacks and whites worked side by side just to keep body and soul together. 
Fast forward a hundred years.  When slave ships landed on the African coast, do you really think those few men got off of the ship and traipsed into the jungle kidnapping African men, women and children.  Uh, no.  It was black-on-black atrocity that gave the Europeans their slaves.  A ship pulled in, and there were pens full of Africans waiting to be bought and loaded, sold into slavery by their black brothers.
On behalf of race relations in America, why doesn't this woman at the Smithsonian talk about that?
Fast forward another hundred years or so.  It was white people, mostly the Quakers, that set up the Underground Railroad.  That "railroad" was a series of safe houses with secret places to hide blacks who were trying to escape slavery.  If they could get out of the south and into the north, they just might find freedom from slavery - but they would still have to rely on their own two hands to build a life for themselves in the north.  That they knew they could do, if they just had a chance.  It was white people that gave them that chance.  If you want to heal this land, lady, tell THAT story.
Another fifty years, and we're into the Civil War.   The black men wanted very much to help fight that war.  It was white men like wealthy Robert Gould Shaw that gave them the chance - and he had to fight prejudices on BOTH sides, north and south, to accomplish that.  He DIED leading his black troops in battle. Tell THAT story if you want to heal this land.
Another seventy-five years, and we're into the Civil Rights movement.  Let's start by pointing out that the black men got the right to vote BEFORE WHITE WOMEN.  Nothing to complain about there.  Oh, the barriers put up to prevent black men from voting?  Guess what, voting cheats still exist, and I don't hear anything about blacks out trying to prevent that.  
Again, it's Memorial Day.  Tell about the blacks in World War II.  Ever heard about the Tuskegee Airmen?  Okay, so there were no white men with them.  (More to the glory of what black men can achieve on their own!)  But my point is:  America IS great.  All of America and Americans - red, yellow, black or white.  America gives them all a chance.  For some it's been easier than for others, but nothing in life is simple!  If life was simple there would be no glory.  Martin Luther King wouldn't be as much of a hero as he is (and always will be) if life were simple.
So we're into the Civil Rights movement and Martin Luther King.  I hear his children and grandchildren on programs all the time trying to bring the races together.  They're not reminding people of the past separation.  Good for them!  Heal this land, that's what the King's say.  And I say, Amen!
But did you know that there were whites back then who also stood for equality between the races?  August 4, 1964, Mississippi.  The bodies of three civil-rights workers - two whites, one black - are found buried in an earthen dam. James Chaney, 21; Andrew Goodman, 21; and Michael Schwerner, 24 had been working to register black voters.  In June they had gone to investigate the burning of a black church.  White police arrested them on speeding charges, waited until dark, and released them to the Ku Klux Klan who murdered them and buried their bodies.  Tell THAT story if you want to heal this land!  White men working to bring equality to the black men, murdered for their efforts.
Tell MY story.  I was in high school when desegragation began.  I went to a huge high school in Richardson, Texas.  Three or four black students showed up, and I was asked by the office to show them around.  (Why me I'll never know.)  I did take them on a tour of the school and sat with them at lunch.  I experienced noticeable hostility from other students after that. 
Heal this land!  Don't continue to poke around in old wounds.  Remember the past.  Learn from it.  Prevent past wrongs from coming into the present by remembering the past.  But don't use it to keep everyone at each others throats.  We don't need to make America great because America IS great!

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Brandy Station Battlefield

While most folks will be getting a three-day weekend, John gets four days off because it was his week to work Sunday through Thursday.  For four days he decided it would be worth it to come back to Washington, D.C.  We've taken a room outside of D.C. in Reston, Virginia and will catch the Metro into the city tomorrow morning.

On our way up, John has decided he wants to drop in on the Brandy Station Battlefield.  On one of our other wanderings around Virginia he saw a highway sign for Brandy Station, but traffic wasn't conducive to his slamming on the brakes and making a hard left.  Besides, he says I was sound asleep.  (I do that a lot when I'm not driving.  A doctor once said years ago that I have a vigilance problem.  He suggested that if I was ever on a cattle drive I should probably pass on being a night rider.  Does that give you even the tiniest clue as to how old I am???)


So we are heading for the Brandy Station Battlefield only to discover that there really wasn't a battle there.  Brandy Station is the name of the train station at the Orange and Alexandria Railroad in Brandy.



The battle mostly happened on Fleetwood Hill about a quarter-mile away.

Just a few days from now, 150 years ago, almost 10,000 Rebel cavalrymen and their mounts under the command of General J.E.B. Stuart gathered here to protect the quietly arriving foot soldiers of General Robert E. Lee on their way to Gettysburg.  Stuart was somewhat of a showoff showman and wanted to put on a display of his cavalry for Lee.  (Notice the spelling of that word, c-a-v-a-l-r-y.  So-o-o many people mispronounce that word, and it just makes me nuts.  It is not cal-vary; it's cav-alry.) (Now that I've gotten THAT off my chest...)

First, close your eyes and visualize 10,000 horses all in one place at one time!!  Even MY imagination isn't that big!!  10,000 horses, 10,000 riders, add in Lee's infantry - that's a lotta livin', breathin', poopin' lives!  (Yes, poopin!)

So, Stuart wants to rehearse his little show.  He marches his 10,000 horses and men down the pike, turns them around and has them run full tilt across one poor farmers corn field back toward Brandy Station.  Not satisfied with what he saw, he marches them BACK down the road and orders them to run hell-bent-for-leather back across that cornfield yelling as only those Southern rebel-boys could yell.  By the time all of that is accomplished his men and their mounts are hot, tired and dehydrated, but Lee himself wasn't due at Brandy Station until the next day, so no big deal.

Surprise!  Here comes Lee right now!  So Stuart starts to send his men back down the road to return for a THIRD time at a dead run.  Lee, being the wiser of the two men, calls a time out and helps Stuart see the better part of wisdom.  So as to not completely undermine his General, Lee suggests to Stuart that he might want to have them calmly parade for Lee to review.  Even so, Stuart's shenanigans just might be the reason the Confederacy didn't outright win the battle that surprised them the very next day...  (The poor ol' farmer's corn field lost for sure.)

Union Major General Joseph Hooker knew the Rebs were in the Culpeper County area, but Hooker didn't know that Lee's infantry had joined them.  Hooker thought the Rebel cavalry was intent on raiding Union supply lines.  Seems to me that Stuart should have had scouts out patrolling the area instead of thrashing around corn fields, because ol' J.E.B. didn't know the Union was anywhere near!

Guess what Hooker's force consisted of?  (I know, I know:  you shouldn't end a sentence in a preposition...)  Guess what Hooker's force consisted of?  Remember what I asked you to imagine a few minutes ago?  How staggering a number that was?  Now try this:  Double it!  That's right.  Hooker had about 10,000 horses and riders, too, and 3,000 infantry.  (How on EARTH two armies of cavalry don't know that they were on opposite sides of a lil' bitty hill I will never understand...)

What resulted the next day, June 9, 1863, was the largest predominantly cavalry battle ever to take place in the Western Hemisphere!  The battle actually took place, principally, on Fleetwood Hill, but it seems there was also sporadic fighting at Beverly Ford, Kelly's Ford, St. James Church, Stevensburg, and Yew Ridge.

Hooker's men had quietly crossed the Rappahanock River and surprised the fool out of Stuart and Lee.  It became the first battle of the Gettysburg Campaign.




Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Posting

When I write up a new post, I try to be informative, positive, encouraging, funny...  Sometimes I don't feel any of those things, though.  No one wants to hear a whiner or a sob story, and I don't want to put my troubles onto someone else.  But, you know, after I find all those good things to say and hit the "Publish" button, I feel pretty good.  There's a lesson there...

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Visitors To Our Lil' Farmhouse

It's never boring around here.  Every 15 - 20 minutes I'm up checking the windows all around the house to see who's come a callin'.


The "beard" tells me he's a Tom turkey


This is a Canadian Goose - with a Plover apparently (but not really :) sitting on his back.
 

 No beard, so she's a hen


These white-tailed deer are always hanging around - but not as much as the last time we contracted here because a neighbor cleared some land and they don't have as much cover.


 Who knew chipmunks lived here?  Not the landowner!  She's lived here most of her life and never seen one before.

Bob White Quail

Ever watchful ground hog.  We call him Danville Danny.


Tis a Black-capped Chickadee and a male Goldfinch.


This is a female and a male Goldfinch.

The deer are certainly more skittish this year than in the past - but they still come a callin'.


Monday, May 20, 2013

Zouaves

Zouaves.  Specifically Duryee's Zouaves.  From the 5th New York volunteer infantry.


No, not that old fat lady on the left!  The fancy dressed dude in the middle.  HE'S the Zouave.
(Funny how on the inside I appear to still have dark hair left, but out in the sun it all looks so white!)

My goodness, I NEVER know where history will lead me!  I've read about the Zouave's since I was a teenager and vaguely knew what they were about.  But, as usual:  surprise, surprise, surprise!

Seems America's Zouaves all began in Chicago.  It's a great story!  Ferocious shock troops, Zouave's originated with the French North African legions of Morocco and Algiers in the 1830's.  They evolved from a fiercely independent Kabyli tribe living in the rocky hills of Algeria and Morocco.

Back in the day, the French Zouave were more famous than the French Foreign Legion. By the 1850's, Napoleon had four regiments of Zouave - one assigned to his Imperial Guard!  They were all Frenchmen by then - no more Africans.  In 1855, they won immortal renown for their efforts and sacrifice in taking the earthworks of the fortress city of Sebastopol, a port on the Crimean peninsula in the Ukraine.  More than 500 Zouaves fell at Mamelon Vert taking the city by bayonet!

There was a young U.S. Army captain, George B. McClellan, who observed the colorful and exotic fighters in 1855, praised the Zouaves as "The finest light infantry that Europe can produce ... the beau-ideal of a soldier."  Hmmm.

Zouaves of the Imperial Guard earned ten crosses of the Legion of Honor and fifty Military Medals in 1859 as France duked it out with Austria over control of northern Italy.  There was even a woman who received a medal - the first ever in France.

In the 1860's France sent them over to Mexico.  Seems America was a bit distracted by a certain Civil War, and France thought they just might make some inroads into Mexico...

In 1857, Elmer Ephraim Ellsworth, born in New York but now living in Chicago, happened to meet Charles Devilliers, a former member of the French Zouave. Ellsworth was beginning to make a name for himself in the Illinois state militia, and he began to ponder the advantages of putting together a Zouave unit of his own.

After a brief stint at studying law in a certain Springfield lawyers office (one Abraham Lincoln!) and establishing a life-long friendship with Lincoln, he began putting together his cadets.  He hand-picked his men and, among other things, required them to be "morally upright," abstaining from alcohol and tobacco, and then subjected them to a strict regimen of physical training.  By 1860 his U.S. Zouave Cadets of Chicago were being hailed as the finest militia unit in the Midwest.  He decided to put them to the test!  He created a drill competition, set out on a six-week tour that took him to twenty cities, and, when all was said and done, his Cadets knocked their socks off!

Newspapers described Ellsworth as "the most talked-of man in the country."  The New York Times noted "Their bronzed features, sharp outlines, light, wiry forms, muscular developments and spirited, active movements, give them an appearance of dashing ferocity." The Herald hailed the Zouaves' "dashing confidence and elasticity, which we do not see in any of our own companies... Every movement of the company was so splendidly precise, that a new sensation indeed was experienced." 
More importantly, Ellsworth and his men caused tons of imitators to set up their own Zouave units.

After riding with Lincoln on his inaugural train to Washington, D.C., Ellsworth went on to New York City and created a Zouave unit there.  He had the bright idea of recruiting from New York fire departments, believing those men would already be in peak physical condition.  Well, that was true, but they were a bit rough around the edges compared to Ellsworth's former cadets.  Apparently it was like trying to herd cats - wild alley cats!  Lincoln's Secretary, John Hay, described the Zouaves as "a jolly, gay set of blackguards," who "were in a pretty complete state of don't care a damn, modified by an affectionate and respectful deference to their Colonel."

The 11th New York Infantry was formed, however, and through his friendship with Lincoln, they were included in the Union's first invasion of Virginia.

On the early morning of May 24, 1861, Ellsworth and his men were searching for the Alexandria Virginia telegraph office (I guess to take down their lines of communication) when he saw a huge Secessionist banner fluttering atop a 30-foot pole on the roof of the Marshall House hotel.  He decided a game of Capture the Flag was in order, climbed to the roof, and hauled the flag down.  As they were headed back down the stairs (I always told our sons that going up was the easy part...) the innkeeper blocked their path, and shot Ellsworth through the heart. 

Ellsworth became the first Union martyr of the Civil War.  Lincoln was crushed and ordered that Ellsworth's body lie in state at the White House.  "Avenge Ellsworth!" became a battle-cry and even more Zouave units were created, one of the finest being the 5th New York Volunteer Infantry, "Duryee's Zouaves."

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Second Manassas

A year has passed, the winter of course spent in "winter quarters" with little or no fighting by either side.  General George McClellan is now heading up the Union forces. In April, 1862, McClellan heads south of Washington, D.C. and east of Richmond, Virginia to launch an attack on the Confederate capital.  He's pretty successful, getting to within spittin' distance, until Confederate General Joe Johnston is wounded, and Robert E. Lee takes his place at the head of the Army of Northern Virginia.

I think Lee must have invented the ol' football cheer of "Push 'em back, push 'em back, way back," because that's what he did to poor ol' McClellan's Army of the Potomac.  Those Rebels crossed the Chickahominy River and pushed them all the way back to the James River!

Now, in the meantime, Union General John Pope is gathering up his forces around the Manassas area in northern Virginia.  He's calling his guys the Army of Virginia.  (Can they manage to confuse posterity any more?  Army of Virginia, Army of Northern Virginia, First Battle of Manassas, First Battle of Bull Run, Second Battle of Manassas...) 

As Pope is getting organized, Lee realizes McClellan is probably of little immediate threat to Richmond and sends ol' Stonewall Jackson hightailin' it back up toward the Manassas area to counter Pope.  Then Lee discovers McClellan's army is tryin' to do a sneak-back-up-the-river move to link up with Pope, so Lee gathers up General James Longstreet and they head up north to support Stonewall.

Once up there, Lee sends Stonewall on a mad dash end run around Pope's right flank, and they capture Pope's supply base at Manassas Junction.  (I told you those railroads were important.) Those Rebels have a super good time scarfin' down all that rich Yankee food and re-supplying themselves with anything and everything they need, then they burn everything else.  ('T-would do no good for it to fall back into Yankee hands, ya' know.)  There was a lot of burning of things back then, huh?

It's now August 28th, 1862.  The Yankee's are marching up the Warrenton Turnpike.  To get you reoriented, at First Manassas the combatants had to cross the Warrenton Turnpike to go from Bull Run to Henry Hill.  They were catty-wampus from each other about a mile or so.

The Warrenton Turnpike was completed in 1828 and was one of the best hard-surfaced roads in Virginia.  (Hmm.  I wonder what was meant by "hard-surfaced" back in 1828??)  If you were to stick to the road instead of taking off across the fields as the crow flies, you would have crossed the stone bridge over Bull Run, gone up to the Stone House where the Warrenton intersected the Sudley-Manassas and turned left to get up to Henry's Hill as the home was known.

It's still standing today thanks to the fact that "...the man who kept it was one of those two-faced farmers.  Secessionist at heart, but always loyal to the winning side," as a British traveler put it in 1865. 


If you look just a little above my head to the right of the door you will see a cannonball embedded in the mortar between the stones.  I studied it a bit and wondered aloud why there was no fracturing of the rocks around the impact point.  The volunteer watching over the house sheepishly said that that was manually added after the war by a later proprietor trying to capitalize on the battles that took place around here.  (The internet is not the only thing one shouldn't trust...)

Looking out the front windows you have a terrific view of the Henry's hill across the Turnpike.


Why didn't the armies do battle around the Stone House?  Geography.  It's not on high ground - and whoever holds the high ground usually wins the war.  That's not to say it was completely exempt.  During the battles a red flag flew from here indicating the Stone House was a refuge for the wounded. Some even left their initials on the upstairs floorboards - and they are still there today!

But back to the Second Battle of Manassas...

On August 28th serious, fierce fighting took place farther down the Turnpike from the Stone House at the Brawner's farm.  In just two hours, more than 7,000 casualties occurred.   Over the next two days fighting raged up and down the Warrenton Turnpike. Over those three days, 3,300 men were killed.  The Rebels won the day and were at the peak of their power to succeed.  Lee's maneuvering has been called "bold and brilliant."  His leadership here opened the door for a Rebel invasion of the north (Gettysburg in July of 1863) and an opportunity for the South to make overtures to European nations to recognize them as a new nation.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

First Manassas

Yup.  There were two battles at Manassas, a year apart.  Now, Manassas is what the Rebels called the battles because they named their battles after towns.  The Union called them the battles of Bull Run because the Yankees named their battles after rivers.

Why Manassas?  Well, geography mainly.  Manassas was halfway between D.C. and the Confederate capital of Richmond.  That, and the railroad junction there making it possible to supply troops was a must-have for both sides.

In April, 1861, the first shots were fired at Fort Sumter, South Carolina.  That produced 90-day wonders volunteering to get a little glory.  Why 90 days?  Why, that's all the time BOTH sides thought it would take to whip the other side!  Au contrair, mon ami!

Union General McDowell spent the first couple of months drilling and parading these guys around Washington.  Spit 'n polish, chest out, shoulders back, head up!  That's the kind of military man McDowell was.  It's now July, and time to move his troops out.  It was party time, and I mean that that was how everyone felt about this first battle only twenty-five miles from D.C.  The volunteers moseyed down the road stopping to pick blackberries and fill their canteens with fresh, cool water from lazy streams by the roadside.  But they were fixin' (as we say in Texas) to run slap-dab (as we say in Texas) into 22,000 not-so-lazy Rebels!

The civilians (and Congressmen) from Washington thought this was a grand time for a picnic while they watched those Southerners get what was coming to them, so they got all decked out in their pretty picnic clothes, packed fine baskets of yummy morsels, and joined the troops on the road.  (I have to say, the Southern ladies weren't so gauche.)

The first shots were fired at the Stone Bridge crossing of the Bull Run. ("Run" means river.)


But it was only McDowell trying to pull a diversionary tactic, and Rebel Colonel Nathan Evans very quickly figured that out.  (No dummy was he!)  So he left a few dudes at the Stone Bridge, and lit out for a blocking action on Matthews Hill.

Splitting his forces didn't give him a lot of firepower, but soon a couple of brigades joined in the effort.  Still, not enough!  Retreat!  Retreat to Henry's Hill! 


(Imagine a passel of rebels rushing up the hill behind the Henry house.)  These Rebs find Confederate General Thomas J. Jackson and his troops already there.  “There stands Jackson like a stone wall!  Rally behind the Virginians!” shouts the retreating General Barnard Bee.  Jackson will forever after be known as "Stonewall" Jackson. 

Union General McDowell grinds his army to a halt and takes time to reorganize rather than pressing the issue.  This gives the Rebels a chance to reorganize, too, though.  The rest of the afternoon the two armies play King of the Mountain.

About 4 p.m., fresh Confederate troops show up, and those 90-day wonders of McDowell's run out of steam.  They start a tidy little retreat back to D.C., but it turns into something more like hightailing it - along with those hoity-toidy civilians that came to the picnic. 

Over 60,000 men engaged in this little turf war, almost 5,000 remained - forever...  McDowell was a good officer, but he wasn't a very good general.  Abraham Lincoln fired McDowell and replaced him with General George McClellan.  Now the war would begin in earnest.


Friday, May 17, 2013

Skyline Drive

I'm suffering from allergies just now.  I don't feel real energized, so we've decided to take the lazy way today and drive for our entertainment.

Skyline Drive is 105 miles of possible wildlife viewing:  white-tailed deer, black bear, raccoons, opossum, skunk, birds, red and gray fox, beaver, river otter, mink, weasel, woodchuck, rabbit, squirrel and chipmunks and as many as 200 species of local and migratory birds.  There are overlooks and turnouts and facilities you can stop at, pull out binoculars, and look to your hearts content!  There are waterfalls large and small, too.


Skyline Drive meanders through the peaks of Shenandoah National Park, which  has one of the densest populations of black bears documented within the U.S.  They pretty well stay in the hollows and meadows of the park though.

There is very little traffic on Skyline Drive because it has very little access from adjacent roadways, and it's pretty much a highway to nowhere.  If you are a bicyclist it is absolutely perfect, and if you're a mountain biker you can take the easy, smooth, high-road for awhile and then link back up with the Appalachian Trail for more rustic scenery.

Granpa's thrilled that he's finding Dogwood trees scattered frequently throughout the roadside.  His hometown has a Dogwood celebration and parade every year, but because of all our travels he's missed it for several years in a row.  Up here on the Skyline it is just now warming up enough for the Dogwoods to bloom.  The Dogwood, of course, is both a tree and a flower, and it is the state tree of Virginia, but we love it in Texas, too.


This is the kind of view you get looking left or looking right for mile after mile after mile.  They are absolutely splendid!  In the fall, you have this panorama of greens and yellows and reds in blazing glory, through the blue haze, crowned with wonderful white clouds.

The land acquisition and road construction for Shenandoah National Park and Skyline are stories in themselves.  There is still hard feeling about some of the land-taking, and the Visitor's Centers address this in an open and honest manner.  Be sure you stop and mosey through the history they present.  It's good stuff.

Mary's Rock Tunnel (I like that name!) is maybe one of the most notable features of the road - but it, too, has its controversy.  It took three months to blast through the 600 feet of solid granite rock and 1,000 pounds of dynamite a day.  But was it an engineering necessity?  or just for show?  Regardless, almost before the last roar of dynamite drifted away cars began to pass through this tunnel.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Blue Ridge Mountains, Skyline Drive and the Appalachian Trail



Skyline Drive is closed during the winter due to the elevation resulting in frequent snow and ice.  Some of the Blue Ridge peaks of the Appalachian chain of mountains are about 5,000 feet above sea level.  They are no Rocky Mountains, but they are certainly tall enough! 

Can you imagine being Daniel Boone and being the very first white man to walk through these mountains?  He was born in Pennsylvania in 1734, moved with his folks to North Carolina when he was 15, and in 1769 discovered a path to the west through the Appalachian's where the now-states of Tennessee, Kentucky, and Virginia converge.  These woods and mountains were full of black bear back then, and there are still quite a few in them now.  (Our little farmhouse is just east of these mountains and remember we saw a black bear in our own "back yard" about 100 yards from the house.)

The Appalachian's run from the Canadian border in Maine down into Alabama.  Part of these mountains have Skyline Drive and to the south it's called the Blue Ridge Parkway.

The Appalachian Trail runs along the very tippy-top of the Blue Ridge Mountains for 1,200 miles!  It's parallel to the road so you can stop and hike a bit of it if you want.  (ALWAYS take water and trail snacks.)  If you wanted to you can hike the whole 1,200 miles and tent camp.  Now there's an adventure I'd like to take if I weren't old and fat!  Then again, if I did it I probably wouldn't be fat anymore!




Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Lying Fallow

When we got back to Danville, Virginia this time the fields around our little farmhouse were lying fallow.  A couple of weeks later they were plowed as you see them here.



I love plowed fields.    The smell is marvelous after a rain or in the warming sunshine.  They are acres of hope.  I say hope, because farmers are the biggest gamblers there are.  They hope for enough rain - but not too much.  They hope for sunshine - but not too much.  They hope for a long growing season - maybe long enough for a bumper crop.  They hope for the market price to be right when they finally harvest.  It's all a gamble.  Farmers are brave men and women.


Next, along came parade of vehicles and a tractor.


What is that he's pulling behind the tractor?  Whatever it is, it's a new one on me...




















Okay.  I guess what I'm seeing are baby tobacco plants being hand fed into those "cups," and I'm assuming they are then mechanically planted into the ground, then the wheels tuck the soil safely around the roots.  Who even thinks of these things?  How does one make a metal monster that will handle fragile roots, stems and leaves leaving behind neatly packed rows of crops? 








I'm sure they use this same type of equipment to plant a myriad of crops that are started in hot houses.  Isn't technology amazing?  I love it.  My grandfather would love it, for sure!!



Monday, May 13, 2013

Adieu, Mr. President


This is a way cool piece of artwork.  I think it shows how honorable a man George Washington was.  I think that's what's missing in the world today - the importance of a personal sense of honor.  Now everyone seems to abide by the "as long as I don't get caught" sense of honor.  "It's my intentions, not my actions, that count."  Godlessness causes that because if you believe in God you know that He is omnipotent and omnipresent.  If you believe in God, you know you're "caught" before you even do it - which goes a long way to keeping you from doing it.

Well, that's my sermon for the day...

I'll end this with "A Brief Chronology" of the Washington timeline:


1674  John Washington, great-grandfather of George, is granted land on the upper Potomac, between Little Hunting Creek and Dogue Run, which will become the Mount Vernon homesite.

1726  Augustine Washington, father of George, acquires Little Hunting Creek Plantation from his sister Mildred.

1732   George, first child of Augustine and Mary (Ball) Washington, is born at Pope's Creek Plantation on the Potomac River in Westmoreland County, Virginia.

1735-38  and 1741  Augustine Washington is in residence at Little Hunting Creek Plantation with his young family.

1742  Augustine Washington dies.  Lawrence Washington, George's elder half brother, marries and settles at the plantation changing its name to Mount Vernon in honor of his commanding officer, Admiral Edward Vernon.

1752  Lawrence Washington dies at Mount Vernon

1754  George acquires Mount Vernon by leases from Lawrence's widow

1759  George marries Martha Dandridge Custis, widow of Daniel Parke Custis, and they settle at Mount Vernon with her two young children, John Parke and Martha Parke Custis.

1775  Washington is appointed Commander in Chief of the Continental forces.  Except for brief stops at Mount Vernon on his way to and from Yorktown in 1781, he will not be at Mount Vernon again for eight years.

1781  John Parke Custis dies; George and Martha raise her two youngest grandchildren, Eleanor Parke and George Washington Parke Custis, as their own.

1783  George resigns his military commission to Congress and retires to Mount Vernon

1787  George  presides over the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia

1789-97 George Washington serves as first President of the United States of America.  During this time he visits Mount Vernon 15 times.  (Remember, there was no Washington, D.C. at this time.  The government was based in New York and.)

1799 George dies and is entombed at Mount Vernon in the old family vault (Old Tomb)

1802 Martha dies and is entombed beside her husband in the old family vault (Old Tomb).  Mount Vernon passes to George's nephew, Bushrod Washington.

1829  Bushrod Washington dies, leaving Mount Vernon to his nephew, John Augustine Washington.

1831  Honoring George's Last Will and Testament, the New Tomb is constructed.  Washington, his wife Martha, and other relatives buried in the Old Tomb are re-interred in the New Tomb.

1858  The Mount Vernon Ladies' Association receives its charter from Virginia and purchases Mount Vernon from John A. Washington, Jr. 


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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Farmhouse Flowers

For Mother's Day I thought I would share Granpa's photos of flowers around our lil' farmhouse here in Virginia.







Thursday, May 9, 2013

River Cruise

Well, Granpa has been wanting for YEARS to take a cruise.  Remember, "I don't fly, and I don't float?"   Well, for Granpa, I'm willing to give this idea a shot:  A Potomac River cruise.


I've always heard that river cruises won't make you seasick because there are no "rolling" waves.  Well, this water does look pretty calm and smooth.  "Granpa, if I get seasick I will try not to say I told you so... "
The river gave almost 100% of the access to Mount Vernon is the 1700's.  Not only did it receive travelers, but the Washington's made a living transporting goods from their land by river.  Washington's fishing vessels also tied up here.  In the year 1772 alone his fisheries harvested 1.3 MILLION herring and more than 11,000 shad from the Potomac, providing food and income to the people of Mount Vernon.  The wharf was rebuilt in 1880 and restored in 1991.  It was dedicated that year by none other than Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain!
While we're waiting at George Washington's Mount Vernon dock, the port master points out an Osprey sitting on a nest full of eggs. That's pretty cool.

Boy, she looks like she'd take a bite out of anyone even thinking of touching her eggs - and if she doesn't, her ever-watchful partner would!

Well, back to the cruise...  Our ships name is "Miss Christin" and that portends well because one of our daughters-in-law is named "Kristin."  Close enough!  She's a calm lady, so maybe this cruise will be, too.


This is the view one might have seen in 1790 (without the white tents to the side.  There must have been a party planned - or maybe these are left over from "National Treasure - Book of Secrets.")  The cruise IS going smoothly so far.  Maybe there is something to the smooth river cruise concept...

Why, looky here, just around the corner from Mount Vernon to our left is -- Washington, D.C. and, surprise! the Washington Monument!


To the right is Fort Washington.

Neither of these things, of course, were here during George's time.  The fort wasn't built until 1809, and the Washington Monument's construction didn't begin until 1848.

I'm doing fine on this lil' cruise thing - except for being cold in the breeze, but then I'm most always cold.  I've heard the old saying, "Cold hands, warm heart," but what if you're whole body is cold?  Oh-h-h-h.  THAT's why Granpa wanted to cruise:  so I'd hug up to him!!