Monday, December 1, 2014

Baby Animals and the Farrier

We have critters of all kinds on our land:  goats, rabbits, turkeys, chickens, ducks, horses, and of course, Mordacai.  Seems every spring they have babies, (duh!)











And I truly have a wonderful time watching our farrier work on Mordacai's hooves!  It's a show to behold!  He is good man, really, really great at working with these critters!






This being Texas and all, we even have a Texas size mosquito!

He's made from a plant we call the Devil's claw. Wire three of them together and put a scrap of felt on the lil' feller.  He's dressed and ready to go!


Sunday, November 30, 2014

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!

Saturday, November 29, 2014

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.


Friday, November 28, 2014

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...

Thursday, November 20, 2014

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!








Wednesday, November 19, 2014

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.







Tuesday, November 18, 2014

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.



Monday, November 17, 2014

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!