When folks ask me why I insist on visiting the grave sites of people associated with the 1st U.S. Chasseurs (or 65th NY Volunteers), I’m not sure that I am always able to explain it well. Certainly visiting a quiet graveyard often otherwise empty of visitors is not quite the same as visiting the beautifulContinue reading “Another visit to a new graveyard”
Just found at least nine letters or articles from Seneca County, Ohio newspapers about the 65th NY, 2 companies of which came from Northwestern Ohio. I had a bunch of letters from these newspapers and correspondents, but these are new for me. The best find is an Oct. 3, 1864 letter from Capt. Thomas Higginbotham,Continue reading “A New Discovery from Ohio’s 65th NY soldiers”
An outcome of my interest in the 65th NY Volunteers is a penchant in recent years of visiting the graves of the regimental, brigade, and even divisional and corps commanders of the Chasseurs, as the men of the 65th, or 1st U.S. Chasseurs, called themselves. As a completist, that means even generals like Henry Wessells,Continue reading “A trip to Litchfield, Connecticut to visit Gen. Henry Wessells’ gravesite”
A Walk to Gettysburg Walking 40 miles along busy roads over two days might at first seem more than a little crazy. And, in fact, after the two days the blisters on my feet and the pain in my legs argued that indeed this idea was one of my strangest. But the chance to followContinue reading “A 40 mile walk to Gettysburg”
The monument to the 1814 victory at the Battle of Plattsburgh.
On this Veterans Day I thank my Great Uncle Ensign Lenny Barry, killed in WW II when his plane crashed, my grandfather Capt. Michael Barry, who served as an infantryman in WW I in the AEF, and then as a merchant marine captain in WW II, where he had one of his ships sunk, andContinue reading “Veterans Day”
The theme picture of the bog, which I picked as symbolic of my journey following the road of the 65th NY over the years, means a lot to me on a number of levels. For one, it reminds me of the tour I got there by Bob Johnson, a gracious host and arguably the foremostContinue reading “The Culpeper Mine Road as a Metaphor for Me”
Because I frequent cemeteries which contain the last resting place of members of the 65th NY regiment, or their commanders, one of the things that my friend and colleague Larry sometimes calls me is a “ghoul.” Admittedly, he normally calls me that after I have accused him of photo-shopping himself in front of the TajContinue reading “A Trip to the West Point Cemetery”