Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Moore had a similar post at the same time! I can’t find it right now But to my surprise this gem by Robert Moore is still posted!
Now then, at Kunstler’s web site it clearly states that he allows no reproductions of his work.
“ All illustrations by Mort Künstler. Text by Dee Brown, Henry Steele Commager, Rod Gragg, Mort Künstler, James McPherson, and James I. Robertson, Jr. - *Copyright © 2001-2009”
(* The legal right of creative artist or publishers to control the use of their original works)
Yet Kevin and Bobby chose to ignore this legality. Bobby tried to circumvent the issue by putting up a disclaimer that said “For educational purposes only”
After numerous messages from me the paintings were taken down and links provided.
If I remember correctly this is when I got banned from Kevin’s blog.
So by ignoring a plainly posted copyright statement and posting the painting were Kevin and Bobby doing the right thing? Is copyright infringement a crime?
Can Robert Moore show me a waiver from Kunstler that gives him permission to use the art work he has posted?
Let me close by saying “ *Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”
Oh wait a minute do I need to list the Author, so that I am not guilty of Plagiarism?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Colonel J. HAM DAVIDSON,
Commanding Post, Newport News, Va.:
SIR: I have the honor to submit the following inspection report of the condition of the prisoners of war at this station for the week ending April 22, 1865:
Conduct-good. Cleanliness-good. Clothing-good. Bedding-sufficient. State of quarters-good. State of mess-houses-none state of kitchen-good. Food, quality of-good. Food, quantity of-issued per General Orders, No. 1, Office of Commissary-General of Prisoners. Water-good. Sinks-temporary ones in use, permanent ones in preparation. Police of grounds-good. Drainage-good. Police of hospital-hospital not finished. Attendance of sick-average 140 each day. Hospital diet-none issued as such. General health of prisoners-good. Vigilance of guard-good
Remarks and suggestions.-The ground enclosed comprises twenty-five acres, enclosed by a fence twelve feet high, inside of which is a railing twenty feet from the fence, which prisoners are not allowed to pass. Outside of the fence a gallery has been erected for the sentinels, from which they can observe who approaches the railing and also any unusual disturbance among the prisoners. The hospital is now building and will be finished in a few days. Wells have been sunk, which will give a full supply of water.*
Very respectfully, Your obedient servant, JOHNHAROLD, Second Lieutenant, 122nd U. S. Colored Troops, and Insp. Officer.
Confederate View of the same Camp !
April 18.—Still sick. Most of the prisoners are prostrated with dysentery and other bowel complaints—thought to be the results of the bad water we are forced to use in this low country. Our water is obtained from barrels sunk in the low places of the surface of the ground inside the prison enclosure. Have just read an account of the assassination of President Lincoln, which took place at a theatre in Washington City. This sad occurrence will no doubt rebound to our great disadvantage. Prisoners now consider the war at an end, and most of them are ready to swallow the oath of allegiance to the government of the United States.
(*Anyone who knows the Hampton roads area knows that a barrel sunk at ground level does not provide good water. Who do you believe?)
April 21.—Our prison life grows more and more wearisome ; it is almost unbearable. Every hour seems an age, and I am in despair of ever getting out again. The negro guards of the prison become more insolent and domineering every day. They abuse us in an infamous manner. Several prisoners have been shot down for the most trivial offences, without even a warning. Two men were shot last night. Rumors to-day of a release soon, but we dare not trust ourselves to believe them, we have been so often disappointed. Our rations are codfish and hard navy crackers—a poor bill of fare for a man with bad teeth, like I happen to have. Out of heart to-day, and indescribably miserable.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Learning that the army had gone into camp, the skirmishers went on in the direction of the village, and found the battalion in the woods near the main road. Fires were burning, and those who had been fortunate enough to find anything eatable were cooking. Federal troops were riding up and down the road and loafing about the camps trying to be familiar. They seemed to think that How are you, “Johnny “? Spoken in condescending style, was sufficient introduction.
During the day a line of men came single file over the hill near the camp, each bearing on his shoulder a box of “ hard-tack or crackers”. Behind these came a beef, driven by soldiers. The crackers and beef were a present from the Federal troops near, who, knowing the famishing condition of the surrounded army, had contributed their day s rations for its relief. All honor to them. It was a soldierly act which was thoroughly appreciated.
The beef was immediately shot and butchered, and before the animal heat had left the meat, it was impaled in little strips on sticks, bayonets, swords, and pocket-knives, and roasting over the fires.Though numbers of the enemy visited the camps and plied the men with all sorts of questions, seeming very curious and inquisitive, not an unkind word was said on either side that day.
When the skirmishers under McRaeen, entered the camp of the battalion, their enthusiastic descriptions of driving the enemy and being driven in turn failed to produce any effect. Many of the men were sobbing and crying, like children recovering from convulsions of grief after a severe whipping. They were sorely grieved, mortified, and humiliated. Of course they had not the slightest conception of the numbers of the enemy who surrounded them.Other men fairly raved with indignation, and declared their desire to escape or die in the attempt ; but not a man was heard to blame General Lee. On the contrary, all expressed the greatest sympathy for him and declared their willingness to submit at once, or fight to the last man, as he ordered. At no period of the war was he held in higher veneration or regarded with more sincere affection, than on that sad and tearful day.
(by Carlon McCarthy 2nd Co Richmond Howitzers)
The day General Stuart fell, mortally wounded, there was a severe fight in the woods not far from the old Brook Church, a few miles from Richmond ; the enemy was making a determined stand, in order to gain time to repair a bridge which they were compelled to use, and the Confederate infantry skirmishers were pushing them hard. The fighting was stubborn and the casualties on the Confederate side very numerous. In the midst of the fight a voice was heard shouting, “Where's my boy? I m looking for my boy”! Soon the owner of the voice appeared, tall, slim, aged, with silver gray hair, dressed in a full suit of broadcloth. A tall silk hat and a clerical collar and cravat completed his attire. His voice, familiar to the people of Virginia, was deep and powerful. As he continued to shout, the men replied, “Go back, old gentleman ; you'll get hurt here. Go back ; go back” !
Thursday, March 17, 2011
A number of Murders have occurred in Newport News Virginia that are unsolved and to this point uninvestigated.
As I understand Virginia law felonies do not have a statute of limitations.
So as an extreme “Cold Case” the following information needs to be checked into. All Men and Women have certain rights that are forever granted and time has no restraints to the guarantee of these rights.
April 20th 1865 / A Negro sentinel shot a prisoner this morning. The negro claims that it was accidental. Of course it was. Every time a man has been shot this has been the excuse.
A report from May 8th 1865 / The negro guard last night bayoneted a prisoner without the slightest provocation, killing him upon the spot,
(May 7th night before)
Prison records indicate 2 men died on that date!
John H. Whitman, private. Fifty-seventh North Carolina, Company
K ; died May 7th; buried at P. West's farm.
B. Beckman, private, First South Carolina, Company F; died
May 7th; buried at P. West's farm.
Report From / Diary of Creed T. Davis. Richmond Howitzers
Why were these men in prison? They were captured Confederate soldiers.
What was their crime? Fighting for independence, NOT fighting to overthrow the existing government!
So it’s March 2011, There are still billions of gallons of oil someplace in the Gulf Coast, Global Warming is melting Greenland and the seas are rising, and the tragedy in Japan has Global implications. None of which I can change.
But I can investigate the Newport News Murders, and maybe name a killer, and find a small measure of justice for a man.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
This is a dedicated group of folks who deal with the Truth !
I love it !
With all of the Hoo Ha over the existence of Black Confederates being fact
or myth it seems pretty apparent that they existed, their status is the subject
of the Neo-Yankees. Were they documented? Did they carry a gun?
Were they slaves? Did they serve willingly? Did they draw a pension?
The list of questions as to their status goes on and on.
The advantage of a blog site is you can pretty much say what ya want to.
So I’m gonna take advantage of that !
“I don’t care if the Black Men who served the Confederacy were brought
down in space ships from Mars (surely the conditions were better than the ones in the Yankee slave ships) they were there, and it don’t make a Rats Bottom if they were cooks, musicians, teamsters, laborers or sharpshooters,
If they stood beside their white, and Native American counterparts during the war they were Black Confederates.
Why is that so hard for “some” folks to grasp?
I don’t care if you got 3 PhD’s from Harvard, a BS from Princeton, and a BA from Eureka (Hell you might as well throw in a Blue Ribbon from the FFA for the biggest Bull) Black Men fought for the Confederacy to stop the invading Yankee forces and protect their homes.
It’s the Truth so “Get Over It”
Dec 12th 1862
Sergeant McCreery, chief of my piece, goes down tomorrow and I send this by him. Enclosed_______________ Thirty______________ which I wish you to hand to Ma and return my sincere thanks.
You will get this Friday, if you can go down home and get me two pair of drawers and leave with VanLew and Taylor Saturday directed plainly I will be much obliged. Now I would not put you to this trouble if I could do better but I am now almost without and cannot get there. I want a box sent as soon as we go into winter quarters with my gray coat pants shoes and with all the good things to eat you have to spare.
The last letter I got was one from Pa which was a very interesting one, dated 16th Nov. I have written several times, the last was to Louisa enclosing $20. Please write by McCeery and say if the money is received. In writing direct plainly,
Gen’l Barksdales Brigade
Everything is quiet about here, there has been no fighting lately, it snowed last Friday and has not thawed since until today, the snow is still on the ground. I suppose the people in the neighborhood of Richmond are taking advantage of this opportunity and are getting ice. The Rappahannock is frozen across.
Tell Pa I think he deserves all praise for prevailing on the Engineers to change their base, it would have indeed ruined the little farm and then Mr. Randolph can stand the loss so much better than we can.
Our Boys are getting Christmas in their bones already and are talking about having one big dinner, I do not know where we will be then. We have just been paid off to the 1st Nov. and the bounty, but clothing and borrowed money takes mighty nearly all of it.
I want you to get me two quires good paper and a package of good envelopes and put iy by for me, with a bottle of ink and write me what it cost.
Remember me with love to all
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Suffolk man’s yard art has some neighbors seeing only red
BY LINDA McNATT THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
• Reach Linda McNatt at (757) 222-5561 or linda.mcnatt@pilot online.com.
SUFFOLK — When Dave Tatum gazes across his front lawn, near the edge of the narrow, rural road he lives on, he sees a monument to a man he considers a hero.
When his neighbors look at the same scene, they see a “huge structure with a cannon on top.”
That’s what a neighbor told city officials, when calling to report Tatum for building without a permit.
When the inspector visited last week, according to Tatum’s wife, Fran, the woman smiled and called it a “garden structure, with yard art.” No permit required.
Tatum said he’d been thinking about the memorial to his great-grandfather, John Calhoun Tatum, for a while. When steel bars started coming into the construction job site where he works in Virginia Beach as a safety director, an idea popped into his head. The timbers supporting the bars would have been thrown away.
Now Tatum has constructed a wooden pyramid – shaped to resemble the Confederate monument at Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond – at the front of his home on the edge of the Dismal Swamp.
It does have a cannon on it. And a little soldier dressed in gray.
“It ain’t coming down,” Tatum said. “People come by and wave. I’ve gotten a couple of eee-hah’s. This really means something to me.”
Tatum recently learned that his greatgrandfather was a private in the Richmond Howitzers, an elite group of volunteers formed just before the Civil War.
Soon after Virginia seceded, the Howitzers, numbering about 300, were mustered in. They served in major battles and were there when Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendered at Appomattox.
William Henry Tatum, a Richmond merchant, joined first, his descendant learned. Later, a little more than a year before the end of the Civil War, John Tatum, barely 18, joined.
Tatum learned more about his grandfather through letters written home by the older brother. William told his parents how John taught others in the unit that last winter of the war, when the South was short on things such as manpower and ammunition, how to trap birds for food.
And, Tatum said, when the Union forces hurled cannonballs , John would dig them up for recycling. William told the family he didn’t know what he was going to do with his younger brother.
William, his great uncle, is buried in Hollywood Cemetery, said Tatum. He hasn’t found his grandfather’s grave. Meanwhile, he has a memorial to John Calhoun in his yard.
“The inspector gave me a piece of paper saying I don’t need a permit,” he said.
The soldier is made of concrete. The cannon is concrete, too.
“My wife wouldn’t let me get a real cannon,” Tatum said, grinning.
(Boys will be Boys)
During the war a matter of Honor prompted a duel between two of the Richmond Howitzers.
While camped in Spottsylvania county, Mr William G Lampkin who was considered a lady Charmer .and Mr TJ Macon would soon face off in a duel to the death.
Near the Poison Fields was the residence of Count Deaskie, and family. His family consisted of himself his wife and three daughters. Mr Lampkin being the lady charmer made himself a frequent visitor.
TJ Macon, Ben Lambert and Edward Barnes Decided to play a joke on William. The three young men went to the home while William was visiting. Mr Barnes during the course of the evening sand a song with a fine tenor voice which the Count had him repeat. They spent a fine evening.
Upon return to camp, Macon sent word to Lampkin that he felt he had been treated shabbily and expected satisfaction. A duel was arranged !
J B Lambert was Macon’s second and Barnes was second to Lampkin. The duel and location were agreed upon. The agreement stated that a maximum of three rounds would be used at 50 yards distance.
The duel went on as planned and went as far as the third shot ! On the 3rd shot Macon fell with blood showing over his heart. He was placed upon a litter mortally wounded and taken to camp.
As he lay in the tent life fading away he was paid a visit by the victor.
“How are you Tom” ? asked William. “Very well under the circumstances I thank you, and How are you?”
At this point William knew he had been taken, The guns contained only powder no shot and the blood came from a sponge placed under TJ’s shirt and an unwilling horse.
This duel must have kept the camp laughing for days !
I got the story from chapter X of the book Reminiscences of the First Company Richmond Howitzers by T.J. Macon
Tall tales and long stories are still around.
Of Great Southern treasures - Buried deep in the ground.
Tales of Bright silver and boxes of gold.
from the Yankees , so no one was told.
No maps were made, because they might be found!
But TRUE southern treasure is not underground!
I’ve found the treasure - I share it with you!
As soon as you hear - you will know it is true
!So please listen careful - for now I shall tell!
It’s not Gold or silver, It’s our sweet Southern Belles’
For the Greatest of treasures in all of the land
Can’t match the soft touch - of a southern Belles hand.
Name all of the things that money can buy!
None are as lovely as a Southern Belles eyes.
Please think of something- go on take a while.
Name one thing as precisions - as a Southern Belles smile.
For our most valued treasure- we should thank God above.
For the greatest treasure of all - Is that Southern Belles LOVE!
David Tatum Jr. ®