A Family Mystery and Josephine

We have in our possession a very old ledger book belonging to Hubby's Granddad Milo. He kept his accounts in it beginning somewhere around 1907. Well, we think those accounts are his, the writing looks about the same as that of the accounts that become more frequently updated around 1918. The book is in extremely bad condition, the writing is seriously faded and in a style that closely resembles the copperplate script examples that I've seen. It's very difficult to read and we seldom open it since the covers are so brittle, the pages tend to rip.

It's a glimpse into the history of farm life in the early 20th century. It details what work he did and for whom, what he was paid for his labors, and how much he received for the milk, hogs and maple syrup he sold to make what living he could from the land. If it was in better condition, it would be an excellent resource for those who wished to try living on a barter system since most of the entries were in goods and services rather than cash paid.

The book is a standard ledger that is 18 inches or so long, by 6 inches wide. There is no front page in this book that tells us it's origin and that is truly a shame since the initial 5 or so pages cover the years 1861 through 1863. They are devoted entirely to the accounting of requisitions for Infantry supplies.

Given the area that Hub's Granddad lived in, I'm fairly certain that we have a list of provisions for the NY 97th Infantry Regiment, Third Oneida, Conkling Rifles. I can't say so positively since I can't find a roster of it's members to match against the names listed. We have no idea why Granddad would have been in possession of this ledger. One of many history's mysteries that we probably will never solve.

The regiment was created by a Boonville resident, one Charles Wheelock who was by all accounts an upstanding gentleman of his time. What I have managed to find out about him indicates his treatment of his men was so exemplary that they were one of the few regiments that had no deserters. If the requisitions listed are actually those of the 97th I can understand why.

Outfitting began in 1861 with new pants and infantry jackets for 100 men. An ambulance, horses, mules, harnesses, shoes and other necessary items for the transport of the men of the regiment. Other supplies included journals, paper, ink, nibs for pens and anything else needed for these young men to write home to wives and Mothers. When I read the order for 500 pounds of coal, I wondered how it would be transported, but I suppose there were supply wagons since there were barrels of flour, beans and other staples that also traveled with them. There are many entries we can't decipher, but overall they appear to be carefully chosen for their ability to provide and comfort men who were marching off to war and possibly to their death. One entry, I believe, is for Bibles.

We know nothing of the book's origins, but Hub's family history may provide us with a clue. Milo's wife worked as a clerk in a dry goods store in what is now called Hawkinsville, NY. In the middle 1800's Hawkinsville was part of Boonville as were quite a few other towns and villages that now have their own names. It makes sense that she may have acquired the book while she worked there and possibly that dry goods store was where Col. Wheelock outfitted his regiment. It's an interesting theory, but not one we can prove.

We've had this book since Hub's Mom died and while I found those entries to be interesting, I was more involved with those entries created by Milo and his brother Bert. We were watching RFDTV last night. Hub does so frequently, especially on Fridays for the Country Family Reunion Show and I enjoy the Joey and Rory Show. Rory wrote a song based on letters written by JW Robison to his wife. The song is a letter Mr. Robison might have written  on the eve of the Battle of Hopkinsville. The letters are preserved in a museum near where Rory and Joey live.

The song is a picture of life in the Confederate Army and the hardships they were facing on the night before a battle in which they were outnumbered 5 to 1. It was December of 1864, they had nothing with which to provide heat for the troops and his friends were dying of fever. The song is very simply written and heartbreakingly sad. Something about it has inspired me to see if I can find out anything more about the Infantry requisitions we have and to see if any of Hub's family served in the NY 97th Infantry Regiment, Third Oneida, Conkling Rifles.

I've Lost It

Don't go getting these all up in a twist.

While I'm off looking for this.

Y'all might try meditating on that.

A Case Of The Warm Fuzzies

This is as close a picture of the newest addition to our household as I can find on the internet. I keep saying some day I'll get a good camera and will be able to post my own pictures. Just doesn't seem to happen, does it?

He's the only abandoned kitty we've ever taken in that simply won't stay inside. He won't use a litterbox when there's another cat in the home. He's also a neutered alpha male like Butterscotch and therein lies the problem. He doesn't challenge Butterscotch for alpha position, he just won't submit to him. Life gets kind of interesting when Butterscotch starts bullying him. And since I don't want to have to take a kitty to the vet to have an eye removed, the only solution is to allow him to go outside when he wants to.

He's not very loud so we had a difficulty hearing when he wanted to come back in. Hubby, being the creative sort bought one of these cheap motion detectors with inside alarm. He mounted it on the deck post directly opposite the door so that when his little self wants to be let in, we know it. Works great, when Hubby doesn't shut the inside alarm off.

Hubby let Precious out about 5:30 this morning and because he was filling the wood rack, he shut the alarm off. He also forgot that Precious was outside. I didn't know the alarm was off and when it started raining I thought it odd he didn't beat feet for the warmth and shelter of his home. I didn't say anything because I was getting ready for work.

Finally when I sat down I wondered to Hubby why the cat hadn't come in. That was when Hubby remembered the alarm was shut off. He turned it on and went to the door to call for him. He wasn't there, but must have been somewhere nearby since he showed up about 10 minutes later. Ever watch a cat behave as if he's grateful for something? I never have before, but I did this morning. He was downright excited at everything except, of course, Butterscotch. It was 39 degrees here and raining, not exactly what I'd call warm. Poor thing must have been frightened that he wouldn't be allowed back in the house. He's been abandoned twice that I know of. He has no way of knowing it's not going to happen again if we can help it.

Precious has made himself a bed on my craft table and that's pretty much where he likes to sleep. After getting a bite to eat, that's where he went and he's still there these few hours later. Hubby is feeling guilty for leaving him out there as long as he was. I hadn't really warmed up to him the way Hubby has until this morning. I think you'd have had to see his behavior to understand how he finally managed to break down the wall that has existed. Before this morning, I would have said I liked him, just didn't have the warm fuzzies for him. Well, a few hours out in the cold and a very grateful kitty managed to change that.