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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

28 May 2012

Our Loved One Sleeps For His Country's Flag: Pvt. Hosea Orcutt Barnes (1842-1864)

by Fearing Burr and George Lincoln, 1876

Today is Memorial Day. Somehow Memorial Day and Veterans Day have morphed into similar holidays and many people don't know the difference. Memorial Day is in danger of being swallowed up by Veterans Day. It's not a huge deal, really, and I'm glad that people pause to remember servicemen at all on this weekend that is most commonly associated with barbecues, the start of summer, being granted permission to wear white shoes, and the Indianapolis 500.

On both holidays we make a point to let our servicemen know we are grateful to them for keeping us safe. We salute the flag, hear veterans' memories and pause to pray. After all, the vets are still among us, and we need to make it clear to them how precious they are to us. And of course, we take a minute in our incredibly self-obsessed lives to be grateful for what we have. But there is actually a difference in these two holidays, and a place for both.

The tradition of decorating the graves of fallen soldiers with flowers is surely timeless. But after the Civil War, the sheer numbers of lives lost caused people to gather and pause, and eventually the practice was formalized into Decoration Day. By the early 20th century, decorating graves extended beyond soldier's graves to all family members, and it has become a sort of Day of the Dead. But Decoration Day was already well established when we declared Armistice Day, a day to remember all those who had fallen in World War I. In Great Britain, Armistice Day was also called Remembrance Day because they didn't have the equivalent of our Decoration Day. In the US, Armistice Day was renamed Veterans Day in 1954, and on that day we celebrate and remember the horrors, thank the veterans, acknowledge that peace is much nicer than war, etc.

But just for today let's talk about remembering and memorializing those who actually died in battle or in service to our country. Not to minimize the suffering of returning veterans or their families. My own brother was a veteran and died prematurely because of exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam.

My work on Army repatriation cases makes this a sore spot for me. Most of the servicemen whose families I trace were just about 20 years old and not married when they disappeared or perished. Many have no one left who even remembers them--no one even interested in claiming the remains, or being honored by a stately military funeral. The serviceman's sacrifices have disappeared into a file somewhere in St. Louis. He is invisible. And I'm not talking about the Civil War. I'm working on Korea and World War II. Poof. It's like these kids never lived, fought, suffered or died. I sit with the file and wonder if I'm the only person alive who knows and cares, and is grateful.

So I went through my own files to find a family member who died young and unmarried. I don't have too many, thankfully. But this one actually did fight in the Civil War. He got plenty of accolades, perhaps more than usual for a private. But I want to thank my first cousin three times removed, Private Hosea Orcutt Barnes. Hosea was mustered into the Massachusetts 10th Battery, Light Artillery on September 9, 1862, just after turning 20.

Pvt. Hosea Orcutt Barnes,
photo from Barnes family album
Fearing Burr and George Lincoln's 1876 book, The Town of Hingham in the Civil War... (available on Google Books) tells us on pp 324-25:

Hosea Orcutt Barnes, whose name is upon the Soldiers' and Sallors' Monument, son of Elisha J. and Harriet A. (Peakes) Barnes of Boston, was born in Scituate, Mass., June 13, 1842. He joined the Tenth Light Battery, under Capt. J. Henry Sleeper, and was mustered as private, Sept. 9, 1862.

During the time young Barnes was connected with the battery, it was engaged at Kelley's Ford, Mine Run, Po River, Spottsylvania, and North Ana.

May 30, 1864, the battery went into position on the south side of Pamukey River, at a place called Jones' Farm, and was about to engage the enemy, when a detachment of four men was sent to cut down a tree which stood in a position that 'prevented accurate firing.[no end quote] The men returned and reported that it could not be accomplished by reason of exposure to the enemy's sharpshooters. Private Barnes then *volunteered* to perform the duty, and had removed the obstruction when he received his death-wound.

He was a promising young man, and a favorite with all who knew him.

A marble tablet, erected over his remains in the Hingham cemetery, bears the inscription:––
HOSEA O. BARNES
member of 10th Batt., Mass. Vols.
killed at Jones' Farm, Va.
May 30, 1864
Aged 21 years, 11 months.
-------
Our Loved One Sleeps
For His Country's Flag


Tombstone of Hosea O. Barnes and Little Willie,
Hingham Cemetery, Hingham, Massachusetts,
FindAGrave.com, memorial n. 2012533, added by MP, 27 Jun 2007;
(www.findagrave.com : accessed 28 May 2012).
I located a History of the 10th Battery, Mass Light Artillery, 1862-1865 online and it has a description of Hosea's death, but it is not as detailed as the one I found on a website dedicated to Hosea back in 2001. You can reach it via the Wayback Machine at:
http://web.archive.org/web/20080217210820/http://home.earthlink.net/~mmp2000/index.htm. The author was Mary Powers. She said:

It was high noon when three Union soldiers scrambled over the works to clear away brush that obstructed the view of the gunners. A single shot rang out from a rebel sniper's gun and found its mark. Private Hosea Orcutt Barnes lay mortally wounded from a Minie ball. He was just one month shy of his 22nd birthday...As reported in the battery's history written in 1909: "It was Hosea O. Barnes, Number Three man on the Third piece. One of his companions lifted him up and bore him into the breastworks, but he was rapidly entering the valley of shadows. ‘I am about gone,' were the last words that passed his lips. Shrouded in his shelter tent he was laid in a grave dug near by, and the spot marked by a hastily carved board placed at his head. His death cast a deep gloom over the Company, for his many good qualities as a soldier, notably his genial temperament and good humor, had made him a general favorite."

16 May 2012

"I Call to Mind My Parent Dear": Isaac Stone's Tribute to His Mother

[Continued from Isaac Stone's Paternal Ancestry, posted 16 May 2012.]

In my previous post, Isaac had just finished describing his father's family. Here he begins on his maternal line, focusing for three pages on his mother, alone.  Two things strike me about this long passage. First, in the days before Mother's Day, children surely appreciated their mothers, just as we do now. And somehow they got by not buying Hallmark cards, taking her out to brunch, sending flowers or making keepsakes in school to demonstrate their love. No doubt they honored and respected both their mothers and fathers, or they would be in serious trouble. But I wonder if he ever mentioned to his mother how he felt about her? Did he discuss her with other people? I doubt it. You don't need Hallmark to get sentimental, as you can see from his memorialization--the feelings were there, just probably not spoken of. I suspect that then, just as now, mothers could feel the love of their children and didn't need any extravagances beyond the best gift all, a loving glance.

Sometimes people say that because death was so prevalent in earlier times, people were somehow hardened to it. Perhaps they didn't get attached to infants as early, didn't "decorate the nursery" before a child was born, but I love Isaac for making it perfectly clear that death struck an equally cruel blow two hundred years ago as it does today. Mother suffering for lost child, son lamenting loss of beloved mother, nothing can change the way our hearts react to losing loved ones. This letter is a treasure in the way that it brings out Isaac's humanity.


p. 4 [cont.]
My Mother, Raschel Stone was born at Marlbo-
rough April 2, NS. 1723. Moved with her parents
to Shrewsbury, 1737: age 14. Died April 17. 1787.




p. 5
Tues. eve. 10. o'clock. Married Feb. 1747: in a mar-
died state 40 years - - age 64. 7. 17. d. at Death.
   She was lame + feeble from her childhood;
a woman of Sorrows. Since my remembrance,
her lameness increased by a broken bone, at-
tended with anguish + exquisite pain. In
1759. In June her eldest daughter Lydia, was
sick; languishing thro' the Summer +
Autumn till Jan. 1760. By watching + ten-
ding, + by the death of her child, my mo.
ther received a shock, of which she never
recovered; tho' she had comfortable hopes,
that her little daughter was an heir of
heaven: after this She lived 27 years; but
could never promise herself enjoyments
in this world any more: willing to
wait, + to do, + to suffer her heavenly Fa-
ther's will, her great change appeared
definable in God's time. She was of a very se-
rious turn of mind while quite young; dedi-
cated herself, + made a public profession
early. She spent much time in secret meditation
+ prayer. Her mind was [best/bent] and looked, waiting
to learn Christ Jesus + holiness according to
the holy Scriptures. She deeply mourned for
her sins: abhorring all sin; renouncing
self, trusting in Jesus Christ. She constantly
took her infants with her to the house of worship.
She, watchful of her children, counseled them
most seriously with a mixture of tenderness.
Many of her pious counsels in her own hand
writing are my monitors and embalm her memory.



p. 6
She was ready to drop some pious word when
she could with propriety as long as she lived
She was provident in her family, careful +
an ingenious, industrious tayloress, curious
with her pen + needle, she employed her in-
ventive faculties + imagination judiciously.
She was a compassionate friend to all the hum-
ble + distressed. I call to mind my parent dear,
    Over her grave I weep__
Comfort! ____ Her Soul, her Mother's care,
   Tho in the dust she sleep.
From toil + sorrow ever free
   The Lord will raise the dead;
In realms of joy the blest agree
   With life eternal clad.
Monday, April 9. 1787. I wrote: "I visited my sick
Mother, last monday: found her in extreme pain
+ distress; waiting earnestly for her change. I was
filled with sorrow at seeing my kind parent in
such a wasted, distressed + low estate. She has ever since
my remembrance appeared to be a woman
of piety, always showing regard to God + to His in-
stitutions; expressing her dependence upon Christ
alone for Salvation. ___ She told me she had se-
cretly given me up [^to GOD] after I was born + before. __
I bless God for her earnest cries to Him for me:
+ for her pious care for me ever since I have had
an existence. I hope my parent's solemnly dedicating
me to GOD, their instructions, prayers + example
have been sanctified to me. Upon her death bed,
in the near [^view] of death, my Mother told me, she had
often cried to God, that I might be sanctified from
the womb. __I hope her prayers have been XXXXXX





p. 7
answered. May these considerations deeply affe[ct]
my mind, to excite me to strive to answer the
pious concern + expectations of [^my] Parents; that
I may be instrumental in promoting GOD's Glory.
The advancement of His kingdom, + the conver-
son of many Souls. __ If my mother is yet a-
live, I desire affectionately to commend her in
to the hands of GOD, thro' or Redeemer: GOD,
[alsoficient?] is our only hope. In extremity we
may safely trust in Him! May she have Divine
supports; when she  walks thro' the dark val-
ley of death, may she fear no evil: may thy
rod + thy staff comfort her! She has taken
her leave of us all: we leave her with GOD; hum-
bly pleading, that when death closes her eyes, all
her sorrows, grief + cares may end. May an open
+ abundant entrance be ministered to her into the
joys of her Glorious Redeemer. Weaned from the
world + from all its pleasures. She longs to be
with Jesus, I pray Thee, O my GOD, afford her Grace,
patience, hatred of Sin, self-denial, + to do, +
to suffer the whole will of God, until, full of love
to holiness, she shall be presented faultless + blame-
less before GOD, in chimes of boundless bliss, where
there is no sin, pain, nor Sorrow; but her Soul
shall eternally rest in God her Redeemer:
"April 22. '87. My Mother died Apr. 14 eve. 10 o'clock.
Her last words were, "I see the truth clearer than
ever." She bid my Father, "Farewell!" When he
asked her, if her faith held out? she answered, "yes."
How religion, how faith bears the Spirit up, un-
der most pressing pains + distresses? What a re-
commendation of religion, when its professors
p. 8
hold out to the end of life, + appear supported
by it, in distressing hours, in near views of Death.
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[continued in "I Begun to Learn Latin Latter End of the Year 1763"]


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