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The War Between the States: A retrospective

Watching Ken Burns' The Civil War and memories of a visit to a Civil War Cemetery evoked memories for Sharon Whitehurst of her husband's Confederate forebears from Goldsboro, Pitt Co., NC, and of her own Great Great Grandfather, a 39 year old farmer from Hague, NY, enlisted for the Union Army. These are brief comments on their service and the conclusions drawn from their stories by the writer: 'Whatever the allegiance of our respective families, few of that era emerged from the war years unscathed. It was a war that should never have been,' -Sharon Whitehurst
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By Sharon Whitehurst

Rain had fallen overnight and now a gentle April sun slanted through new green leaves and fell in bands of light along trim lawns and tidy gravel paths.There were few visitors at the Petersburg Battle Site that morning.

Jim and I, with our two young children, were spending a few days with his father's sister in Petersburg, VA and Uncle Roy Whitehurst had collected us for an outing.

"Don't schools up north teach you anything about the War Between the States?"His tobacco- roughened voice was incredulous. "You've never read about the Siege of Petersburg - about the Crater?"

We walked the paths, stopping at each interpretive display to press the button and listen while recorded voices recited history; voices dripping with the honeyed cadence of Southern speech even as they imparted grim details.

Later, out of earshot of our Virginia family, Jim and I admitted that the textbook version of the Civil War, covered in a few chapters of US History 11 had barely scratched the surface.

I enjoyed my high school history classes. Offered as extra-curricular reading for the Civil War unit were Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin and Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind.

I try now to honestly recall my reaction to the first of those books. Its feverish melodrama may well have influenced my thinking about the injustices of slavery, yet it was a tiresome book, with too many piously indignant asides from the author, too many harrowing and sentimental scenes. I had no urge to reread it.Gone with the Wind, of course had everything that could appeal to a romantic 16 year old girl. I devoured the chapters, reading during the ride to and from school, keeping it open on my desk while I wallowed through homework of Latin declensions and the unfathomable intricacies of plane geometry. I smuggled the book and a flashlight under my bedcovers.

By 1990 when PBS first aired Ken Burns The Civil War, I had read any novel of the old south and the civil war that I could borrow from the library. Jim and I had been to Gettysburg Battlefield and to Appomattox Courthouse. Jim's work as a long-haul trucker had routed him through the cities of Atlanta, Richmond, Savannah, Vicksburg. He read biographies of Lincoln, worked his way through the Time-Life series on the Civil War, memorizing the battle sites, gaining an acquaintance with the sequence of battles and their generals.I was still lost in the human-interest side of the era: historical narratives [a loftier term for historical fiction] based on the lives of Mary Todd Lincoln or Varina Davis; the diary of Mary Chestnut fired my imagination.

We watched those first episodes of the Ken Burns documentary together before Jim had to leave on another trip. Alone then, I sat intent, absorbing the final installments, captivated by the images of damaged and speckled photographs, crossing the room to the piano to pick out the chords and tunes of the background music, haunted each night by the sheer horror of the depicted casualties and destruction.

Several years later Vermont Public Television scheduled a January fundraiser with a Sunday showing of the full documentary. There had been a blizzard of snow a few days earlier and the sun made blue shadows on the drifts that swept around our house. Jim was at home and we spent the day in front of the television, taking turns to hurry into the kitchen, to fetch in a tray with tea, cheese, crackers and Campbells Tomato Soup. The impact of the film absorbed this way, all of a piece, was staggering.We borrowed the video cassettes a decade later when we lived in Wyoming, watched them again, learning some new fact each time, but still with no sense of a personal family heritage that included the Civil War.

While in Wyoming I became involved in family research. I was learning rudimentary computer skills, bought a subscription to, it was Jim's paternal line I researched first. It was a time-consuming process, hindered by the agonizing slowness of a dial-up internet connection. [I calculated that I could boil a kettle and steep a cup of tea while waiting for the next page of the Pitt County, NC census to load!]I had the great blessing of connecting with two of J's 3rd or 4th cousins whom we had never met. We continued for several years to share our findings. His cousin Diane's meticulous and untiring search resulted in a 235 page book, The Whitehurst Family of Princess Anne County, Virginia and Pitt County, North Carolina.She shared a grainy newspaper photo of James B. and John H. Whitehurst, twins, two wiry, white-bearded old men attending a CSA reunion.James served with the 3rd Confederate Infantry of NC. John joined the NC Enlisted Company G, 13th Regiment.

James and John, g-g-uncles of Jim and Diane survived the war, came home to Pitt County, married and raised families.

Their two older brothers died: Benjamin who joined Company G, 8th Infantry Regiment, NC was hospitalized in Goldsboro, NC at the time of his death, whether from wounds or disease is not known.

Joseph, NC Enlisted, Co G, 13th Regiment was captured and died in a Richmond, VA prison.

My own great, great grandfather, Almeron Davis was a 39 year old farmer in the Adirondack town of Hague, NY when he enlisted in the 5th Cavalry, Company H.His pension application describes a tall, fair-haired man of ruddy complexion and states that he was suffering from "advanced tuberculosis" when accepted into the service.

He saw action in several skirmishes before being taken prisoner in Chantilly, VA. He was later exchanged and discharged as medically unfit for service. His request for pension was, like so many others, denied.

His grandson, my Grampa Mac, was born the year after the death of Almeron Davis in 1885.

Perhaps I read too much into grandfather Davis' choice of the cavalry for his enlistment. My Grampa Mac was known life-long as a man who had a "way with horses." I like to think it was a gift passed down from the man who returned from his admittedly short service in the war to endure years of ill health and infirmity before his death in his early 60's.

As we watched the Civil War documentary again recently I was shocked to think that 150 years have passed. I read something of the role that Kentucky legislators played in trying to avert the war, thought about the lines that must have been drawn between families and neighbors in a border state where sentiments were mixed.

I've pondered the impact of the war on the small upstate New York county that has been home to my mother's kin from the late 1700's to the present.

I thought about the losses of life and the huge change in economics in the south where most of Jim's family went from being among the landed gentry to post-war renters or owners of small rural properties.

Whatever the allegiance of our respective families, few of that era emerged from the war years unscathed.

It was a war that should never have been. -Sharon Whitehurst

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Civil War Retrospective: The Whitehurst twins

2011-04-21 - Photo by Sharon Whitehurst.
The men in the old photo are John Henry Whitehurst,left and James Berry Whitehurst, twins, from Goldsboro, Pitt Co., NC, who enlisted to fight for the CSA. My husband Jim is also an identical twin and is named for James Berry Whitehurst's grandson and great grandson. The Whitehursts were in the Confederate cavalry. My own great, great grandfather, Almeron Davis was a 39 year old farmer in the Adirondack town of Hague, NY when he enlisted in the 5th Cavalry, Company H, to fight for the Union. He was captured at Chantilly, VA, and was a Confederate prisoner for a while before being exchanged for Confederate Prisoners, who, like he, were deemed no longer fit for war. -Sharon Whitehurst, Gradyville, Adair Co., KY.

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