It’s that time of year again! This photo of me having one of the times of my life!
It’s that time of year again! This photo of me having one of the times of my life!
(all photos on this page © Sometimes, 2017) These photos were taken in May 1981 by Bob Dreger, my late husband.
The island prison housed Confederate military officers who were originally captured during Civil War battles, and imprisoned at Camp Chase, Columbus Ohio. The object was to separate the officers from the rank-and-file soldiers and house them in the Northern prison where they remained until the end of the Civil War in 1865, or their death, which ever came first. Over two hundred of them remain there, in their graves, to this day.
There is more to come from SOMETIMES, so please check back for more information about Johnson’s Island. (I would continue now, but I have a lunch date with my best friend where we will fight the Civil War again. We are on the same side…North, anti-Slavery, but present upheaval over Civil War statues opens up new debate across our nation—as if we don’t have plenty to debate! 🙂 For what it’s worth, this on-going perennial battle never dies.
Here are two photos of the statue at Johnson’s Island, Ohio, taken by Bob Dreger in 1981. The cemetery is a protected U.S. site, where more than two hundred Confederate military officers are buried. I do need to clarify that Bob Dreger was the photographer, in 1981. The copyright is ©Sometimes, 2017.
This island is far North, half way to Canada. It was important because all of the prisoners were Confederate military officers (Lieutenant and higher) who were separated from the rank-and-file soldiers incarcerated at Camp Chase, Ohio, and transferred to Johnson’s Island.
Later today I will try to post several more photos from this same batch.
This is the first part of this post on SOMETIMES, photos of the statue itself, including the pedestal, or base, which clearly explains the presence of a Southern monument this far North. Johnson’s Island is located off of Sandusky, Ohio, in Lake Erie. The island itself is privately owned, with controlled access. Visitors to the federal cemetery do have access to the cemetery grounds, however.
Reading about differences and similarities between folks here in the US and in the UK, inspiration has been beckoning me to write about the subject in my own blog.
Actually many Americans began as British, back in the days of pre-American Revolution. It was in fact a British colonial government, which was over-thrown more or less by rebellious subjects who wished to control their own affairs. This was a lot easier since the British military was engaged in more pressing issues, such as keeping the French at bay and making sure the Spanish didn’t get all the goodies from the Americas.
But this isn’t a History lesson, although at times I admit that I am prone to lecture on various and sundry topics, not all of them necessarily pertinent to the current subject. So I have no intention of going back over the common knowledge and think-we-know facts, and write about something that is pertinent…at least to me.
I am at least three-fourths English, based on family origin. My children, however, are three-fourths German counting the fourth they get from me, and the rest from their father, whose grandparents were all born in Germany.
There is one questionable thing about these facts, in that my maternal grandfather was born in Australia, of German-ancestry. Hmmm…come to think of it, if I said he was an Australian-American, is that accurate? Also, as Australia is part of the UK, does that count as German or British? I usually say German,, which is how I arrive at being able to claim the one-quarter German.
An aunt of mine, Grandpa’s daughter in fact, did an in-depth research study into the Australia connection. That history goes back pretty far, as we have considerable amount of information about the men in that family back at least to Grandpa’s grandfather.
The way that grandfather became an American is after he had run away from home in Australia at age 16, and worked on fishing boats for several years . Then he met and married my grandmother in New York.
Anyway. One of my distant relatives on that grandmother’s side did a quite extensive geneological research. That branch of the family in fact has held annual family reunions here in Ohio for at least 140 years. They are two-thirds of my English ancestry. The geneology report lists the names of dozens of people –related to me–that came to the United States from England prior to the American Revolution. In fact, I have been told by a cousin that the family researchers have gone so far back that they found a Viking!
Actually I don’t think that is particularly uncanny, finding a Viking in the family tree of anyone that hails from the British Isles. “They” tell me that this is where the blonde hair and blue eyes comes from. hmmm…
Many of these ancestors are buried along the train track between Boston and the northern end of the line. This came to light when I was visiting my son and daughter-in-law who were living in Massachusetts at the time…as we rode on the train the conductor called out the names of the stops, and many of them were surnames of my ancestors. Many more from that clan traveled westward at least as far as Ohio, which is where the family is located now.
Since I have gotten SO far afield with my story, and in view of the fact that I only have chatted here about my mother’s side of the family– and I need to wind the tale down for this Part One only.
stay tuned for Part Two of the saga, in which I will continue with my Dad’s side of the family.
Does anyone remember this old nonsense rhyme?
Moses supposes that roses are toeses
but Moses supposes erroneously.
I snapped this photo this afternoon, just as it was starting to drizzle. These roses, which go by the name “Knockout Roses,” named for their bright fuscia color. They are everywhere in this area of Ohio, and one of their delights is their staying-power. They bloom profusely, and continuously–until they freeze. A draw-back is that Japanese beetles enjoy the beautiful roses too, and enjoy them way too much some years. But even after the blooms are devoured by the beetles, they come back in full strength in about a month. This year, 2015, the beetles were absent, or at least I didn’t see any of them.
These blossoms were discreetly trying to survive just a bit longer, under cover of some yet-green leaves.
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