Showing posts with label living history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label living history. Show all posts

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Of Muskets and Memories, Part 2

I have a special place in my heart for Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, arguably one of the most important fighters for the Union at the Battle of Gettysburg. He and his men, of the 20th Maine, held the Confederates back from taking a hill called Little Round Top, on the second day of fighting at Gettysburg. In his incredible book, The Killer Angels, Michael Shaara tells the story of how these men held "the line at all costs," as they were directed to do by their commander.



As good as this book is, reading about Gettysburg is one thing. Actually being there, standing on Little Round Top in the woods where these men made their stand, is something else entirely.



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Here is the first monument that we find, walking into the woods. It marks the extreme right of this particular skirmish; Luke and Owen are walking into the woods where the Confederates were running up the hill, 146 years ago almost to the day.



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Perhaps 100 feet away - maybe, not even that - is the monument marking this as the place where the 20th Maine made their historic stand. It tells how, outnumbered and out of ammunition, Chamberlain and his men, including his little brother, kept the Confederates back. When they finally ran out of ammo, Chamberlain ordered a bayonet charge to hold the line; amazingly, it worked.



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And then, another hundred or so feet from that monument was this one, marking the extreme left of Chamberlain's fight. Standing here gave me goosebumps, because this wasn't just the end of the 20th Maine's fighters - it was the extreme left of the whole Union army. If the Confederates had broken through here, we might be a slave-holding nation still. Isn't that just freaky to contemplate?



We camped in a great campground right near the battlefield, so Ben let me go back to Gettysburg myself for a few hours, while he and the boys played mini-golf and ate ice cream. (One thing that was kind of jarring about Gettysburg was the mix of solemn battle history, and the intrusions of the modern world. Giant billboards advertised great used cars at Battlefield Kia, and then there was our personal favorite, Pickett's Buffet. General Pickett was the Confederate General best known for leading thousands of southern fighters in a charge, a mile wide, that was annihilated by the Union cannons at the top of Cemetery Ridge; why in heck name a restaurant after him?)



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This picture gives a sense of the 6,000-plus acre National Park; monuments everywhere, surrounded by quiet green grass, wildflowers, and the occasional plaque explaining what went on in detail. It is perfect.



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When I took this picture, I stood where the Union soldiers and their cannons held back the mile-wide, thousands-strong charge known to history as Pickett's charge (although, as the sign points out, others were involved, too). I took this pic through tears, because I could almost see the Confederates charging and screaming their rebel yell, from those trees visible in the distance.



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Much like the memorials in the grass, the cannons are set up just as they were during the battle. It is eerie, and again perfect.



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Pennsylvania has built a huge monument to the men who fought at Gettysburg. You can climb up to the second level, where you find these signposts:



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Little Round Top is the hill farthest right in this pic.



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Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address where this memorial now stands. One of my favorite things about the whole park was coming upon this plaque, containing the speech in its entirety:



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To help kids appreciate and understand what went on here, the National Park has a great (if somewhat overwhelming) Visitors Center, where you can watch a movie about the battle, narrated by Morgan Freeman and very helpful for understanding why the Civil War was fought, and why Gettysburg was so pivotal. Also, the Visitors Center has this incredible painting, The Cyclorama, which depicts Pickett's Charge in a very vivid and amazing way. It was first exhibited in 1884, not long after the war had ended, and it must have been mind-blowing to behold back then - even now, it is amazing. Probably the best thing about the Visitors Center, though, are the Park Rangers available to help you figure out how to take the National Park in; we found them to be helpful and very knowledgeable about the battle and the park.



We decided about two days before we left that we were going to go to Gettysburg, meaning that we had almost no prior planning. But two books were helpful in getting the boys ready for the visit: Gettysburg - July 1-3, 1863, one of the American Battlefield series that explains the lead-up to the battle, the battle itself, and the aftermath, including a reenactment that was held fifty years afterward in which the formerly-Union-and-Confederate soldiers camped together. This book has lots of pictures, which can be both a blessing and a curse, as you might imagine.



The other book is The Civil War for Kids, which is more general but talks about the war from the perspective of children. It features activities, like cooking food from that period or playing games that children of the Civil War era might have played, so that kids can get a sense of what life was like back then.



All I can say is, if you get the chance, go to Gettysburg. It is an incredibly moving, amazing place, for kids and adults.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Of Muskets and Memories, Part One

First of all, I just have to say how weird it is to be absent from the blogosphere for two weeks! But I'm back now, well-rested, museum-ed out, and with those few extra pounds that creep on when Rum Swizzle becomes one of your main food groups... and s'mores becomes the other.



We had the opportunity to go to Philadelphia during our vacation, and I am so glad we did. We ate lunch at the highly recommended City Tavern, and loved it, in part because they actually let us in early when they saw us hanging around.



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Also, the server, dressed in Colonial period clothes, happily played Rock, Paper, Scissors with Owen, and how can you not love that?



We spotted this sleeping lion as we walked toward Independence Hall:



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And then came one of the highlights of the whole trip. It started small, with just a fife and drumming in the distance. Then we turned a corner, peeked into a large green space, and this gentleman waved us in:



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A captain in the Continental Army he turned out to be, and guess who was one of his most enthusiastic recruits?



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Yes, that is Luke there on the far right side. Here is my absolute favorite picture from our trip, and possibly ever:



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The bayonet charge - I think largely because of this, the Captain field-promoted Luke to Corporal!



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Special red 'corporal' musket in hand, new stripes fluttering in the breeze, you can almost see Luke thrumming with excitement in this picture. Talk about bringing history alive...



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Owen was somewhat less-inclined to run off and join the Army.



In all honesty, Independence Hall was kind of a penultimate experience after all the excitment of the muster. And, I kept cracking up because, whenever I looked at the actual chairs where our Founding Fathers sat, I could think only of Susan at In The Kitchen's recent post about Thomas Jefferson, poking gentle fun at his future countrymen for revering these relics from the past.



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Truly though, my best memory of Philadelphia came as we were heading back to our car. While waiting for a light to change, Corporal Luke tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a homeless person sitting on the ground up next to a building behind us. His sign read "Homeless Vet, Any Help Appreciated." Luke's big eyes looked meaningfully from me, to the man, and back to me, until finally I asked, "would you like to give that man some money?" Wordlessly, he shook his head yes and when I handed him some change (I wish, so much, that it had been more), Luke walked back over to the man and solemnly placed the money in his cup. The man looked up to him, nodded his thanks, and then over to me, and nodded once more - the combination of gratitude and pride in his expression nearly brought me to tears.



I was raised to ignore the homeless - but, I must note, I was also raised to feel empathy for them, and to help them by other means, with donations to charities, shelters, and soup kitchens. I think my folks feared for my safety and also felt that any money I gave to a homeless person on the street would go to support a drinking habit, and would therefore be a waste. But this man, and my son's earnest desire to help him, caused me to feel ashamed at how blithely I had walked past him.



I am so thankful that Luke did not follow his mother's lead.