The Best Part of Comin' Home!

This is some of our grandchildren on the swing set our oldest son built for Eliana.  She's the one who's face is blocked!  The others belong to our middle son.  I think it's marvelous that they all love each other so very much!  Look at those smiles!!

Riding around the land in daddy's pickup truck with their Great Dane tromping alongside is one of their joys.  That and tractor riding.







There are a passel more of those grandkids scatter hither, tither and yon.  It's next to impossible to round them all up, but we love them equally and greatly!

Unload The Van and Love on the Horses!

Everything must go!  And once in the house, everything must be put where it belongs.  Only takes a few minutes and we are HOME!!

Now it's time to love on the livestock - even if it is a foggy, soggy morning!

Mister July

Funny Mordacai

Brother's Camille

One of our sons found July and Mordacai. Someone north of Dallas was giving them away for free. Our only problem was transporting them from Dallas to Tyler. Camille came from my brother.  He's sort of boarding it with us.

July is a Thoroughbred, Mardacai is known as a "Crucifix" donkey because of the stripe down his back and across his shoulders makes a cross, and Camille was a barrel-racer.

Home

When we got home we discovered that the goats had feasted on our front flowerbeds - everything but the Cannas were gone.  The solution was obvious!  Plant more cannas.  And so we did, and they seem to be doing pretty good.

They will multiply and, if you let the flowers go to seed, they will multiply greatly. 

 

 So, if the goats will leave these alone I suppose it's flowers and not bushes we will have.

See the "bulb" at the base of the stem?  Those will turn brown, drop off, and up pops another plant!  Canna's are wonderfully hardy, tolerate the scorching Texas sun, survive with inconsistent watering, drop out of sight in the winter and pop up in the spring raring to go! 

I also decided to take a couple of the cactus from out of the pasture and put them in the flowerbeds. I think that the goats don't eat them, and they stay green all winter.  Now, if the goats will just stay away...

The Cheerleading Granddaughters!

Rylee and Eliana - Cheerleaders for our family!!

Just to be sure I cover all of the bases... These are two of our granddaughters and they have been or are cheerleaders.

One of them has grown up and passed on more cheering.  She now spends more time dating and hanging out with her little brother and sisters!

The Football Playing Grandsons!

Well.  This happens when one travels as much as we do.  I saved our photos from the trip home from North Carolina onto thumb drives.  I seem to have left those back in Texas!  So, I will have to revisit our stops at Shiloh and Chickamauga Civil War battlefields when I find those pictures.

In reviewing the photos for our short contract in Benton, Arkansas I realize that we didn't do any sightseeing while we were there.  Praise the Lord, we were close enough to home that we were able to go to our grandson's football games every Friday night!  We have LOTS of photos of them!

There.  Now they are permanently ensconced in our blog and will be published in our books!

But let's not forget our OTHER grandson who played in Plano, Texas and, I'm sad to say, we were never able to get to his games.

Civil War Battlefield Hospitals (Warning: Graphic images)

The Civil War was the beginning of what is now known as Field Hospitals.  World War II brought MASH units (Military and Surgical Hospitals)  The Vietnam War produced Care Flights that have saved so many civilians since the 1960's.  Good things can come out of horrendous things.  I don't suppose we can prevent war any more than we can prevent car accidents, but "thanks" to war, Care Flights now save many, many lives!

During the Civil War, if surgeons were lucky, they would work out of homes that were confiscated for the war effort.  Some occupations lasted for a few days - some for quite a long while.  (See my post http://thetravelerstwo.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-graffiti-house-at-brandy-station.html )

At the Battle of Bentonville they were lucky. This home belonging to one Mr. Harper was used as a Union hospital, and the Park Service has returned the downstairs rooms to what they might have looked like during those "hospital" days.

Surgeries would generally take place downstairs, recuperation upstairs.

But there were no homes anywhere that would hold all of the wounded - whether the battle was large or small.

There were Texans in this battle at Bentonville. One was the only son of a Confederate Lt. General William J. Hardee.  Willie was sixteen years old.  He never got any older ...

Hardee's father directed that his wounded son be taken to Hillsborough as Willie's mother and sister were staying there with the General's niece.  He died there and rests even today in the cemetery at St. Matthew's Episcopal Church.  Heartbreakingly, the Union Right Wing Commander at Bentonville, O.O. Howard, had been Willie's tutor before the war.  Such are the miseries of a civil war.

The Battle of Bentonville, North Carolina

Here I go again - getting things out of order!  But this is a book of memories for Granpa and I, and I suppose that it is more important than ever that I get it down in writing, because I'm obviously losing my mind!

It's July of the year 2014, as we come across this Civil War battlefield from March of 1865.  Over a hundred and fifty years ago men of conviction came together on this spot.  It was the last time the South was able to launch an offensive campaign.  This was the largest battle ever fought in North Carolina during the Civil War.  It resulted in four Congressional medals of Honor for heroism, but from here on out it would be a quick trip to surrender for the Rebels.

It sometimes seems that the remnants of war is all that is left to us - that and the legislative re-uniting of the North and the South.  A hundred years later there would still be "Yankees" and "Rebels" and the hard feelings that go with those terms.  No legislation can change that. Robert E. Lee once said, "It is well that war is so terrible, otherwise we should grow too fond of it."


This was the only significant attempt to defeat the large army of Sherman during its march through South and then North Carolina in 1865, and it was led by General Joseph E. Johnston, much to the dismay of the South's President Jefferson Davis.

General P. G. T. Beauregard had split the only cohesive unit of Rebels in the Carolina's and Georgia in order to attempt some protection for Augusta, Georgia and Charleston, South Carolina. This division of troops effectively allowed Sherman to practically dance his way toward Bentonville. Robert E. Lee, therefore, had to pull a rabbit out of the hat and magically create an offensive force from a myriad of scattered pockets of fighting Rebels across the area.  He chose formerly disgraced (in the eyes of Jeff Davis) General Johnston.

On February 22, 1865, Robert E. Lee sent an urgent dispatch to his old friend Johnston, who had retired to Lincolnton, North Carolina:

Johnston

Assume command of the Army of Tennessee and all troops in Department of South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida.  Assign General Beauregard to duty under you, as you may select.  Concentrate all available forces and drive back Sherman.

What Johnston would accomplish in one short month, though he personally believed the stand against Sherman had come too late, would rescue his military reputation - but he had been correct in the timing.  How he must have agonized as he read newspaper accounts of what was taking place in the war.  What I find remarkable is that, knowing the probable hopelessness of the situation, especially if Davis was desperate enough to bring him back to duty, what I find remarkable is that Johnston, for love of the South, agreed to take on the task at all.

Johnston was setting a trap for Sherman, and Sherman fell into it.  At the end of the first days fighting, there was a tactical draw.  The next day, reinforcements arrived for Sherman.  He now had 60,000 against Johnston's 20,000.  No longer having the "surprise" advantage, Johnston continued to skirmish with Sherman for two days - totally aggravating Sherman's desire to get on to Goldsboro.

Sherman looks kinda ghostly

On the third day, Johnston almost lost the bridge that would be his army's only means of retreat.  That night, he pulled his men across the bridge and the next day was chased by Sherman's men all the way to Hannah's Creek.  This allowed Sherman to get on to Goldsboro and rejoin Union General's Schofield and Terry.  Here he rested his army for over two weeks, planning to meet up with Johnston again soon.

Johnston knew the end when he saw it.  On April 26th, he surrendered - on Sherman's terms - at the Bennett Place near Durham, North Carolina.  It was the largest troop surrender of the American Civil War.


Sherman said, "War is cruelty.  There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over."  His Georgia and Carolina's marches can still be seen on the landscape to this day.  He was right, and it is still evident!

The Great Smoky Mountain National Park

Just a few more miles south and we are at the entrance of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. We've come up here from the south before and tent camped on the side of a mountain.  How steep was the mountain?  The Park had built platforms off the side and it was like camping on a deck, but the view was spectacular!  Now we're coming down from the north and into the foothills.  This time we got to camp on good ol' Mother Earth!

We bought a new tent.  It goes up like an umbrella!  Took about two minutes to set up - giving us plenty of time before sunset to do a little exploring.  There were very few people in the campground. (I think I like everyone buying RV's - 'cause it gives me lots of tent sites to choose from!)

We have a place at home that I've wanted to build a bridge across for a long time.  This may be the perfect solution.

"King of the Wild Frontier"

When I was a kid there was a movie about "Davy" Crockett called "King of the Wild Frontier."  Walt Disney chose an actor by the name of Fess Parker to play Crockett in the movie, I suppose because Parker was a really tall, good-lookin' guy (as we imagine kings to be.)  In reality, David Crockett was a smallish kinda fella, but because I grew up on Walt Disney stuff Crockett will always be Fess Parker-looking.  It was before my time, but the very first motion picture about David Crockett was a silent movie produced in 1909 - actually one of six silent movies about him.  Then, after "talkies" came out, there were ten produced between 1937 and 1960.

So, if Crockett was King of the Wild Frontier, how does one define the frontier.  I mean, how do you know when you get there?  In steps the government, of course.  Seems that beginning with the census of 1790 it was possible to draw a line on a map and say, "It starts here," because the government's line was based on census numbers.  Counties with more than two but less than six people per square mile were considered "frontier." Of course, that line moved every ten years - and with it men like David Crockett picked up and moved farther west, too.

Today we know of people who are really, really good at starting companies, but they have no desire to do the day-to-day challenge of keeping that company afloat.  So it was with men like Daniel Boone and David Crockett.  They pushed the boundaries of America westward using their talents and nature's resources, but once too much civilization accumulated, they were ready to move forward into new frontier land.


One could literally go nowhere in search of new land without an ax because the forests had never been penetrated by anyone but native Americans on foot.  (They didn't start riding horses until Europeans pushed them westward and onto the plains.)  Men like Boone and Crockett most likely headed out with just a rifle and a skinning knife to hunt and explore this fascinating new land.  Once they decided to move family, lock, stock and barrel, they probably packed the ax.

In 1784, two years before Crockett was born, one Nicholas Gentry passed away in Tennessee, and a summary of his estate was recorded:

1 cow
1 heifer
1 horse (subsequently lost by the administrator of the will) (Yeah, right)
6 sheep
1 sow
1 pot
1 pound and 3 quarts of pewter
2 small hoes and an old mattock (combines features of an adz and a pick or ax)
1 ax and 2 plane bits
1 drawing knife
1 pair of snippers and a razor
2 bridle bits
1 pair of bullet molds
1 weaving loom
1 flax wheel
2 smal piggins (small wooden pails with one stave extended up as a handle)
7 table spoons
1 bedstead and bedding
1 Bible
1 spelling book
1 fat tub

I'm thinking that Mr Gentry would have been considered a very wealthy man by frontier standards. It's interesting that it lists "7 table spoons" but no bowls, plates, forks, tankards, etc.  I also like the fact that he had a spelling book!  And I'm not at all surprised that he had a Bible - especially since it was religious persecution that brought the Europeans to America in the 1600's.

David Crockett

I've already told Granpa that I don't want to go home through Atlanta again.  I don't know how to go around it, but I don't want to go through downtown Atlanta again.  And, as a matter of fact, the drive from Atlanta to Tyler on Interstate 20 is about as boring as it can get.  It is solid pine trees on both sides of the road - no fields, no pastures, no barns or houses, not even shopping centers.  Just trees.

So Granpa decides on a totally different route.  First we go west from the Raleigh-Durham area of North Carolina, and then north before heading down the Blue Ridge Parkway.  So that's what we do: We go west through Greensboro and turn north at Winston-Salem.  From there it's only about 60 miles to the Blue Ridge.  We rise up and head south.

Absolutely beautiful.  I love it!

I've done blog posts on the Blue Ridge Parkway before - about fifteen of them!  Open any post and you should find a search feature.  Type in "Blue Ridge," and a list of every post that mentions that phrase will pop up for you to choose from.




We scurry on down the Parkway and into Tennessee.  It's always nice to be welcomed!

Skirting the Great Smoky Mountains National Park to the west, we somehow ended up at the birthplace of David Crockett!  I'm likin' it!! We're born and bred Texans - and we have David Crockett and men like him in the Alamo to thank for that.  This is a gotta stop location!

Near Limestone, Tennessee on the Nolichucky River ol' David (he absolutely HATED being called "Davy,") was born the fifth of nine children to Rebecca and John Crockett on August 17, 1786.  Here's a fun fact - Daniel Boone was 52 years old when David was born!  They were contemporaries! And Boone lived until 1820, so I would bet that, during that thirty-four contemporaneous years, they crossed paths. Ooowee!  I would have liked to have been there when THAT happened - if it ever did.

When David was ten, his dad opened a tavern.  One meets a lot of folks living and hanging around a tavern - which may explain David's people-skills.  At one point his dad enrolled him in school - which lasted a whoppin' four days.  Seems David got into a lil' school-ground fight and, believing he'd be in a ton of trouble at home, he sets out on his own - for three years - working as a wagoner and a day-laborer.  When he did return home at the ripe old age of sixteen, his family didn't recognize him as he had grown so much!  Just like the prodigal son of the Bible, all was forgiven, and in appreciation for that, David dedicated himself to working for a year to help pay off all of his father's debts (a total of $76), and he went back to school for six months. Good man!



He married, had children, his wife died, he remarried and had more children.  He served in the military during the Creek Indian War under Andrew Jackson (whom he grew to despise).  Looking for a homestead down in Alabama he nearly died of malaria, and a few years later nearly died when his company boats carrying barrel-staves wrecked in the Mississippi River.  He served as a Justice of the Peace and as a town commissioner, was elected a General in the militia, became a state representative, and finally won a seat in Congress.  (Granpa and I have actually SAT in his desk on the floor of the House of Representatives!)

Plays were written about his bear killing and sharp-shooting expertise, books were written, stories embellished for political purposes, until he became a living legend. Things were getting out of hand so, ultimately, David did write one book himself just to set the record straight.  (I've read it; 'tis a pretty good read!)


Upon losing his bid for a third term in Congress, Crockett along with friends William Patton, Abner Burgin and Lindsey Tinkle headed southwest for Texas planning "to explore the Texes well" before returning to Tennessee.  It wasn't his intention to go fight for Texas independence from Mexico, but Texas changed his mind.  (Texas can do that to a fella!)

It was in Memphis, Tennessee that they had a goodbye drinking party at the Union Hotel and Crockett uttered his wonderful, unforgettable, ""Since you have chosen to elect a man with a timber toe to succeed me, you may all go to hell and I will go to Texas."

The rest of the story most of you know - or at least the movie version of it.

Now we think we'll mosey on down to Gatlinburg!