July 08, 2008

"Seagulls Sing Your Hearts Away"

Img_3157"Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
"

The grand encampment of Barker and Ogden kith and kin over the 4th of July weekend at Windrock involved so many friends and relations one needed a scorecard to keep track of them all.  Fortunately, my cousin John's wife Megan used her graphic design skills to collect and display two family trees with names dates and thumbnail photographs for practically everyone in 5 generations from my maternal great grandparents on down to a baby on the way.  Several of us provided the genealogical data and tracked down needed images, but the end result allowed us all to puzzle out such things as who went with whom and what a 2nd cousin once removed looks like.Img_3149

I took fewer photographs of the festivities than I had intended, or rather I focused on recording certain stages while actively participating in others. I have no pictures of the extraordinary drip castles on the unexpected sand bar revealed by an unusually low tide, nor the swarms of children who helped to construct them or dig quahogs rooted out by searching toes.  I did not get pictures of the intergenerational baseball and soccer games that sprang up on the lawn.  I had many conversations with wonderful people, and so have no regrets on that score.

"Seagulls sing your hearts away
'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play
"

There were some things that defied photography, like the phosphorescence that made the still waters glow for midnight swimmers, and the fireworks that erupted up and down the shore on both sides of the bay and behind Great Neck. 

No one, I believe, wanted any pictures of the most dramatic and terrifying event of the weekend, when the Angle of Death dipped so near we could feel the beating of its wings. My cousin Colin broke out in hives and soon went into anaphylactic shock in the water where quick heads, sound Img_3174medical knowledge and other people's EpiPens kept him alive until the EMTs arrived.   My cousins John and Margaret happened to be with Colin when he collapsed and pulled him to shore, and they were outwardly shaking (as were we all inwardly) for hours afterward.  In our number there were an EMT, a doctor, and the head ER nurse at the local hospital (who as it happens is also Colin's mother).  My cousin Jay and my cousin Leila's husband Pete the EMT together had three EpiPens and it took two of these to have any effect.  But for them and the grace of God, we would have suffered a terrible tragedy.  The next morning when Colin walked toward us like Lazarus with his family as we laid my grandmother's remains in Earth, he was greeted with shining eyes and a round of spontaneous applause.  There was even more joy and thanksgiving in the church that Saturday from this largely secular family as we celebrated my Grandmother's life and our personal Passover.Img_3123

"Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day
"

Barker_stonesThere are three stones where my grandparents remains reside.  One of these is the veteran's stone that acknowledges Grandpop's service in the Pacific during WWII.  There is now another paired with it that lists Gran's full name and the Hebrew word "Mizpah", with which she used to close many a letter to loved ones away from home.  It may be translated:

"May the Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another."

The third stone comes from Windrock itself and is newly etched with her first and maiden names and years of birth and death.  It says Barker on another of its faces, and on the top are two words - "Gone Fishing" - which are less irreverent than they seem.  My Uncle Rob, when a young boy, learned about the water table in school and decided that when people are buried they could go fishing there.  This so tickled my grandfather that he said he would like those words on his tombstone, and this was remembered many decades later and dutifully done. 

Those two inscriptions are fitting bookends for these two extraordinary lives, the earthy and the ethereal, and are streams that run deep in all of our veins.

"Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day
"

                                  - Cat Stevens

July 07, 2008

Simple Gifts

Img_3080This past weekend, our vast and extended families and lifelong friends gathered at Windrock on the shores of Buzzards Bay to honor the memory of my grandmother and reaffirm our devotion to each other.  Someone may have an accurate count, for we managed to feed a legion at least with food to spare, but I am certain we topped 100 on Saturday.  It was the sort of event that saw people pitch in at all levels, often seeing gaps and stepping in to fill them, like the elderly college friends of my eldest aunt who helped me fill three hundred baked stuffed clams.  There are many, many memories, and I'll write moreRob_with_casket_3 about the gathering, but for the moment I want to share a few examples of the offerings of love and gifts of tremendous talent that were so evident this weekend.

My Uncle Rob crafted a box for my grandmother's cremated remains out of hemlock and ceder wood from our property.  My mother says there never was a tree that Gran didn't like, and these two woods were beautifully paired.  When my Grandfather died, Rob also made a lovely box for him, and the night before the internment a group of family members went around adding representative things to its contents - sand from the beach, paint chips from the house - and decided that the most appropriate place for it to remain that night was on the seat of the old antique tractor in the barn.  In Gran's case, her box rested on the mantle in the living room with the glorious views of the lawn and bay she so loved in life, with a few representative geraniums standing in for the phalanxes of flowers she habitually stacked several ranked deep before the picture windows.  At the graveside there was another red geranium, and a bowl of specially collected jingle shells from the beach that children added at the internment.  The sexton at the Agawam Cemetery made the hole with such precision that her box almost touches that of her beloved Bob, who predeceased her 17 years ago

Osprey_pairAs much as Gran loved flowers and trees, her eyes went joyfully to the skies, following every silver contrail or lingering sunset with fresh delight.  She and my Mom shared an unabashed love for birds, from chickadees at the feeder to darting tree swallows out by the garden.  Ospreys, though, had even greater meaning.  They mate for life, and at Windrock though they never established a nest on the pole erected for that purpose after Grandpop died, they hover and glide on the southwest breeze and our hearts lift with their wild cries.  My mother the quilter made this stunning creation of a pair of these marvelous birds and it now hangs in the living room at Windrock.  There is the bay, the mound of rocks that form the breakwater, and the bracken and scrub at the edge of the bluff.  She has absolutely nailed the birds, and the symbolism of the bird flying homeward into the frame to rejoin its partner so perfectly captures the hope of reunion, in this place for our family and in the next world for my grandparents.Osprey_pair_detail

Photographs do little justice to her tremendous  talent, but by all means click to enlarge.

This is a family that sings at the least provocation, and my Aunt Happy is always game to accompany a full-throated sing-along as evening shadows fell. The first night, we worked our way through old favorites - The Ship Titanic, The Sloop John B - and new ones, like the Canadian Sea Shanty with blue-wooded call and response my cousin's son Elihu leanred and taught us all:

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"Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns , shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of
Barrett's Privateers."

We are partial to nautical disasters, down-and-out ballads and standards of the American songbook.  I myself lead is in a grand version of Rocky Raccoon.

The greatest gifts of all were the gifts of self, the old friends and family both proximate and distant who all Greenmantim_in_tigerhawks_colors made the effort to come together at this extraordinary place to celebrate an extraordinary life that touched us all and abides with us still.  Every one of my mother's living cousins on her mother's side and many of their spouses, children and grandchildren came, and the lion's share of those on her father's side.  Every one of my first cousins and their families came.  My second cousins Tigerhawk and the Charlottesvillian were there, and it was such fun to watch their children and ours - third cousins! -engaged together in play. 

In the interest of bilateral relations I happily accepted the proffered Tigerhawk T-shirt (photo credit TH, who took it with his camera phone and e-mailed it to me moments later) and wore it with pride in the knowledge that blood is thicker than water and good people trump partisan politics every time.   I cleverly distracted my generally liberal family members with platters of stuffed quahogs, and after all, our dear grandmother was the most independent of Republicans.

Img_3136Many people worked over many months to get the old place into the best shape it has been in decades for this event.  In honor of that effort, inside and out, I took this picture - a view that would have been impossible before my father undertook much clearing of scrub oak and poison ivy.   Garden beds were planted, and marigolds ringed the glacial rock in the lawn  as had been done by my grandmother in earlier times.  This winter and spring saw three bedrooms utterly renovated and the place has never looked better.  Long may it remain the land that sustains our souls and draws us back to each other.

June 02, 2008

Switched at Birth: American Revolution Edition (Part II)

Anthoy_wayneI had way too much fun finding modern look alikes for our colonialDon_king  forebears to let it go with just one post.  I'm still looking for a 21st-century George Washington - and who isn't - as well as Franklin, Hamilton and Jefferson, and if you can find a doppleganger for these icons please pass it on.

Meanwhile, have you ever noticed the resemblance between Don King and Mad Anthony Wayne?

How about Madonna and George III?  Or Sam Waterson and Thomas Payne?Georgeiii  I'm proud of that one.

Madonnafurcoat Tom_payne  Sam_waterson

May 27, 2008

Getting Close

For more than 2 years, our family has been working to negotiate the sale of a conservation easement (called Conservation Restrictions or CRs in MA and CT) on +/- 19.55 acres of our beloved "Windrock"  in Wareham, MA.   This is what I do professionally, but this time it is on behalf of my children, parents, sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  Saving land takes time, and getting agreement on the terms of a CR on behalf of so many when there are two co-holders and a host of reviewers is a tall order.  There are many ups and downs and you learn to hold a steady course and respond in a timely fashion to whatever challenge arises.

I don't want to jinx it.  But we are now within three weeks of a tentative closing data and we are feverishly working through the conservation transaction punch list. Our family has come together in an extraordinary way to do what is right for the property and honor the love and conservation vision of my grandparents Robert and Athalia Barker, who bought the place more than 61 years ago and wanted it to remain in the family and as intact and unspoilt as possible.   Selling this CR allows us to retain title to the entire property and helps ensure that we can maintain it as we have loved it for future generations to enjoy.

We can see the runway and are preparing to land.  When it is over and we all can exhale, I'll share the details. 

May 21, 2008

Smith Grads

Betsy_barker_63 Mom is going to her 45th college reunion this weekend.  I found this slide from her graduation day in 1963 and scanned it. She and her three sisters all are alumnae of Smith College (classes of '59, '61, '63 and '68).

But it doesn't stop there.  My cousin Leila graduated in 1992: a third generation Smith legacy, for our grandmother Athalia (Ogden) Barker was Smith class of '34.  Her two sisters Margie and Esther were Smith '28 and '30.  Margie, Mom and my aunt Marty shared the same 5 year reunions.  The picture of Margie and Marty, below, was taken in June, 1968, the year Marty graduated and also the year she married my Uncle Colin.  Smith_classes_of_28_and_68

There probably should be a Smith weather vane over the family homestead.  In 1975 when Smith celebrated its centennial, my cousins and I all got "Smith College: A Century of Women on Top" T-Shirts.  Must be why we all turned out so progressive.

Happy reunion!

April 28, 2008

Tryon's Danbury Raid (Part 4)

The Saugatuck River rises in the Danbury Hills and runs for not much more than 20 miles before it reaches Long Island Sound.  At its mouth, in present day Westport it is a wide river, but in colonial times there was a bridge a couple miles just upstream where the Old King's Highway crossed the Saugatuck.  On the morning of April 28th, 1777, Benedict Arnold and the force which had opposed the British the previous afternoon at Ridgefield raced to hold this crossing and, they supposed, get between Tryon's raiders and their waiting ships and trap them on the wrong side of the river.  In this belief Arnold was mistaken, as subsequent events would prove.

23_footTryon's force marched south on the Ridgefield Road into Wilton, where they took prisoners and looted several houses.  Some of the Wilton militia under Lt. Seth Abbott (no relation) were with Arnold and had taken losses at Ridgefield, but others were gathering and more American militia were on the march to intercept the British including Col. Jedediah Huntington and the men who had relinquished Danbury to the invader and were now looking for vengeance. 

Word came from area loyalists of a possible ambush being prepared at Wilton Center, so Tryon changed the direction of march and detoured down Old Mill Road and over to Old Danbury Rd.  An online article of Wilton history reports;

"At the bridge over Comstock Brook, they found and destroyed 100 barrels of rum, several chests of arms, many cartridges (bullets and powder wrapped in paper), 300 tents, and the forge and bellows of Captain Clapp Raymond, a blacksmith. All of this had been hidden there for safekeeping, as the Americans did not expect the British to take this route. At Captain Raymond’s house (249 Danbury Road, moved to 224 Danbury Road in 2001), they attempted to set fire to his barn, but a Tory neighbor and her Indian slave put out the fire. Raymond later claimed damages of £34 3s. 10d.

Tryon then marched his troops up Dudley Road (Westport Road did not exist at the time), pausing to loot the home of Lieutenant Seth Abbott, to the extent of £55 7s. 3d. in damages."

These were not random acts of looting, but appear to have been targeted against local patriot militia leaders.  It is clear that the British benefited from intelligence provided by area Tories, and perhaps from some of the 300 who served in the expedition in the loyalist Prince of Wales American Regiment.  Such intelligence would be invaluable to Tryon as his column approached the Saugatuck.

One source claims Colonel Huntington attacked the British column at this point near the ridge of Chestnut Hill, which offered clear views toward the Sound.  It also revealed that Arnold's force held the Old Kings Bridge over the river.  With enemies gathering behind and the river between them and safety, Tryon was in a tight spot, but again he was served by those with local knowledge who knew of a nearby ford two miles upstream- though crucially, Arnold did not - where today it is even possible to bicycle across the stream.  The British detoured again on what is now called RedCoat Rd. and crossed the river unopposed at the modern intersection of Ford and Clinton Rd.  Arnold failed to shift his front to intercept and Tryon's column reached the beachhead at Compo Hill, but not for want of trying.

Colonel Hugh Hughes, Deputy Quartermaster of the Continental Army, was present with Arnold at the bridge and left a record of what he saw, quoted in  Robert McDevitt's Connecticut Attacked: A British Viewpoint, Tryon's Raid on Danbury (1975):

"As soon as they were within reach of a six-pounder - he [Arnold] ordered a shot to be thrown among them which halted the whole first division, and the second [shot] put them into some disorder as it overset some of them.  On which when, the second division came up, it was determined by them to take a left hand road which led over a fording place..."

McDevitt states that General Erskine made a show of force before the bridge, pushing two regiments forward while the rest wheeled to the left and made for the ford.  Arnold could not shift to defend the ford without exposing his own flank.  The British observed that Arnold attempted to cross the bridge but was not followed by his men.  The 4th (King's Own) were left to hold the north side of the bridge while the rest of the British made for the shore, and were pressed so hard by the rebel troops that they were nearly cut off, but in the end they gained the shore.

There was still the challenge of reembarking, and the Americans had been reinforced and now possessedEleazer_oswald  artillery of their own.  In addition to a militia company from Fairfield with one cannon, there were four more under Lt. Colonel Eleazer Oswald - Arnold's former aide in his March to Quebec who was captured in the doomed assault of the lower City in December 1775 - now leading two companies of the 2nd Continental (Lamb's) Artillery.  Colonel Lamb was also on hand, having ridden 60 miles from Southington when the alarm reached him.  Certain DAR Lineage books place my ancestor Thadeus Thompson at Compo Hill with Lamb's Artillery, but I have come to believe this is wishful thinking.  Young Thompson (and he was young, born in 1762) did indeed serve under Lamb from Valley Forge to Yorktown where he was maimed by a shell that struck the facines he was carrying, but his enlistment was not until 1778. 

The American reinforcements now included 60 horsemen from the 1st Troop of the 3rd Connecticut Cavalry, Colonel Huntington's Danbury force, 3 additional companies from New Haven, and at least one tired rider from Sharon, CT - the previously mentioned and ill-fated Lt. Samuel Lawrence.  With these troops and the defenders of Ridgefield, there were perhaps 1,200 Americans to contest the British evacuation at Compo Hill.  Anticipating the need for assistance of his own, Tryon send his redoubtable second in command Sir William Erskine ahead of his column to secure the beachhead and some sources (but notably, not McDevitt) claim he brought cannon, sailors and marines from the ships to augment his force on land.  McDevitt makes the case that the British held the shore with the force at hand.

LambOn Compo Hill, the British placed four cannon to secure their right flank and defended themselves behind stone walls.  It was a strong defensive position and Tryon now outnumbered his attackers three to one, but this did not stop the Americans from attempting to dislodge them.  Colonel Lamb rallied those nearest the beach to assault the guns.  He rode his horse up to the stone fence in a hail of grape shot and was struck down - it was thought mortally - as he mounted the wall.  Lt. Colonel Oswald served his guns admirably in support of this assault and those that followed.  Arnold's men kept up a heavy fire and the General had yet another hose shot from under him but emerged without a scratch.  Others were not so fortunate.  Lt. Elnathan Nichols of the 3rd Connecticut Horse was struck by cannister in the elbow  Ebenezer How, Jr. and Benjamen Weed 3rd, both of the Stamford Militia, are listed in the surgeon's records with wounds to the hip and right side respectively after the fight at Compo Hill.  Another man, Amos Gray, survived musket balls to the arm and breast, but many others did not.  Among the slain was Lt. Elmore of Sharon, who it is reported:

"seeing that his men were disposed to retreat, leaped upon a stone wall and shouted ' for God's sake, men, don't retreat, don't run, let's march up the hill and drive them off.' At that instant he fell shot through the body saying to George Pardee who was near him ' Uncle George I am a dead man' and immediately expired."

Out of ammunition, the British counterattacked with the bayonet. Elements of the 4th, 15th, 23rd and 27th regiments took part in the charge, with Major Stewart and a dozen men reportedly leaping the wall and initiating a general charge by the rest.  Whoever initiated it, the charge proved effective and compelled the patriots to withdraw.  The embarkation then proceeded without further impediment,, again despite Arnold's efforts to rally the militia to oppose it.

The British losses among those who made the raid were about 150 casualties.  The loyalist Prince of Wales American Regiment lost 1 drummer and 6 rank & file killed; 3 officers, 3 sergeants and 11 rank & file wounded; plus 3 rank & file missing.  Its commander Montfort Browne was slightly wounded, though Captain Daniel Lyman of the regiment's Light Infantry Company was shot through the body and never fully recovered.  The 64th Regiment of Foot had Captain Carter, Ensign Mercer, and eleven men of the 64th wounded. 

Royal_artilleryAmerican casualties are much harder to determine, though estimates range between 100-125 (plus more than 40 captured) and General Wooster and Lt. Colonel Gold slain.  The American loss in personal property and war materiel was much greater, culminating in houses burned near the beach as they embarked and including the stores at Danbury, which amounted to 1,700 tents, 4,000 barrels of beef and pork, 1,000 barrels of flour, rice, hospital stores, engineering tools, 5,000 pairs of shoes and stockings, a printing press, rum, molasses, sugar, wheat, and Indian corn.

From a propaganda standpoint, both sides were quick to put their own spin on the affair, but in the beginning the American commander and Congress perceived the British raid as a mistake that they took steps not to repeat by moving depots much further inland.  Washington himself did not learn of the raid until the evening of April 30 when he wrote the President of Congress;

"Sir: I have been waiting with much anxiety to hear the result of the expedition against Danbury, which I never was informed of 'till this minute. The inclosed Copy of a Letter from General MacDougall and of Several Others, which he transmitted, will give Congress all the intelligence, I have upon the Subject. I have only to add and to lament, that this Enterprize has been attended but with too much success on the part of the Enemy."

As news of Arnold's heroics reached Congress, it acted to promote him to Major General, prompting Washington to write;

"General Arnolds promotion gives me much pleasure; he has certainly discovered, in every instance where he has had an opportunity, much bravery, activity and enterprize. But what will be done about his Rank? he will not act, most probably, under those he commanded but a few weeks ago."

Indeed, though they also awarded him a horse with all necessary equipment to replace the one lost at Ridgefield, Congress only dated Arnold's commission to that February when he was initially passed over for promotion, the resentment of which festered and contributed to his eventually turning traitor.

The martyred General Wooster was lauded in death as was not always the case in life - his handling ofPhillis_wheatley_6   the  invading forces in Canada was decried by Congressional observers.  The Wooster School in Danbury where I spent the first two years of my life was named for him, and even Phillis Wheatley penned an unpublished poem in his honor:

From this the Muse rich consolation draws
He nobly perish'd in his Country's cause
His Country's Cause that ever fir'd his mind
Where martial flames, and Christian virtues join'd.
How shall my pen his warlike deeds proclaim
Or paint them fairer on the list of Fame—
Enough, great Chief-now wrapt in shades around,
Thy grateful Country shall thy praise resound—
Tho not with mortals' empty praise elate
That vainest vapour to the immortal State
Inly serene the expiring hero lies.
And thus (while heav'nward roll his swimming eyes):

Jedediah_huntingtonAccolades and propotions were also forthcoming for Colonel Jedediah Huntington, who later that year commanded a brigade of Connecticut Continentals under Washington, and for Lt. Colonel Oswald, praised for his handling of the guns at Compo and lauded once again in 1778 for his service at Monmouth.  As for the militia, their defense of Connecticut during Tryon's Danbury Raid would assume the proportions of myth - their own Lexington and Concord, giving the redcoats "ball for ball."  The truth is that the milita and those continental units on hand fought well and were well lead.  Not all of them arrived in time to fire on the British but all (save Arnold, who had reason to resent their conduct) had the sense that they had done what was required to see them off.  The raid also showed that forces from neighboring states would rally to defend the other.  While the British never again penetrated deep into the state, their subsequent coastal raids were probably more a reflection of the lack of suitable inland targets than the need for a quick getaway.  Nonetheless, as long as the militia were willing to rise and swarm, though it took the British several more years to fully realize this, the royalists could raid but they could not hold the territory through which they marched.

April 25, 2008

Tryon's Danbury Raid (Part 1)

Lambdinpainting_3On this date in 1777, a British fleet consisting of two sloops, (Senegal and Swan), the brig Halifax, a dozen transports, a hospital ship, and upwards of ten smaller vessels lay off the coast of Connecticut.  More than 2,000 British and loyalist troops came ashore on the beach at Cedar Point near the mouth of the Saugatuck River and assembled on nearby Compo Hill.  Their objective was the Continental supply depot at Danbury, some 25 miles inland, and their leader was New York's colonial governor William Tryon who held the the local rank of Major General.   Tryon's Danbury Raid would prove to be the largest engagement in Connecticut during the American War of Independence.

During the next three days, Tryon's raiding force would lay waste to Danbury and fight two sharp William_tryon engagements with the patriot forces: first at Ridgefield and back again at Compo Hill.   Along the way, Benedict Arnold would earn a belated second star for his heroism, patriot General Wooster would become another of the revolution's martyrs, and a young girl from neighboring New York would ride into legend.

Commemorations of the the Danbury Raid and subsequent memory have sometimes obscured the actual history.  Both the British and the Patriots claimed success, though the near term results clearly favored the invaders.  The descendants of two of my revolutionary ancestors - Ebenezer Olmsted of the 5th Connecticut Continentals and Thadeus Thompson of Lamb's Artillery - subsequently claimed these forebears were involved in repulsing the British invasion, but the evidence exists for only one of them to have done so.  On this 231st anniversary of Tryon's Danbury Raid, we will study this event and see whether we can clear up some of the ambiguities in how it is remembered. 

We'll begin with the Bfritish order of battle.  We can be far more confident about the composition of the British forces involved than the continental and militia units that rallied to oppose them as the raid progressed.

The corp of Tryon's invasion force consisted of between 200-250 men taken from each of six British regiments, the better part of two brigades from Sir William Howe's army in New York.  The First Brigade was under the command of Brigadier General James Agnew, who was later wounded at the Battle of Brandywine and killed shortly thereafter at Germantown. When Howe planned the raid, Agnew had been considered second in command, but that role was ultimately given to the Quartermaster General of the British Army in America, Sir William Erskine. 

Inniskillings Agnew's Brigade for this expedition included several companies of the His Majesty's 4th  Regiment of Foot (Kings Own), the 15th Regiment of Foot, and the 23rd Royal Welsh Fusiliers (shown below in a painting by Don Troiani).  The other BritishBloodyback brigade consisted of detachments from the 27th Inniskillings (whose flags appear at left) and the 44th and 64th regiments of foot. The two royal regimentswere old and venerable units that had seen hard fighting during the return to Boston from Lexington and Concord.  Their light and grenadier companies were in the thick of the fight at Bunker Hill.  The 15th were among the reinforcements sent from Ireland in 1776 for the invasion of New York.  They were issued short jackets, gaiter coveralls and parred down hats for their American service, and along with the rest of their brigade fought at Long Island, Harlem Heights and White Plains.  The 44th had served under Braddock during the French and Indian War and carried the memory of the massacre at Monongahela.  The 64th (illustrated at right) wore black uniform facings and their Grenadier company was part of  the detachment that took part in Tryon's raid.  They had been part of the Boston garrison as early as 1768, and under its Colonel Alexander Leslie shed first blood at Salem Mass in February, 1775, three months before the shot heard round the world. They, too, had served through Long Island, and just a month before been involved in another British raid on colonial supplies, this time at Peekskill, New York.

Royalwelshfusilierofficerdon_troianThe rest of Tryon's force included 300 loyalists: the Prince of Wales American Regiment in their new green jackets with white facings.  They had been recruited from several states and were led by Monfort Browne, the Royal governor of New Providence, who had been held prisoner in Connecticut for a time until exchanged for a Continental general taken at Long Island.  There were also a dozen troopers from the 17th Light dragoons under a subaltern, with the death's head embroidered on their plumed caps.  Significantly, and unlike the expedition to Lexington and Concord, the British brought with them a detachment of the 4th battalion, Royal Artillery with six cannon.  These would play a significant part in the raid. There is some disagreement as to the type of ordinance used - anything from 3 to 12 pound cannon have been mentioned by later historians.  Considering that a cannonball remains in the corner post of the Keeler tavern in Ridgefield that was fired during the battle that was fought there on April 27th, this ought to be something I can confirm on my next drive downstate.

Contrary to later accounts and claims that two Hessians were mortally wounded at Ridgefield, I am unaware of any contemporary evidence to confirm that British force included German mercenaries.  Ridgefield's Hessian Drive was so called because two skeletons thought to be those of Hessians were unearthed in sandpit in that vicinity in 1874.      

The British landed in the early evening and were on the road to Danbury by 10 that night.  As their destination became apparent, express riders fanned out to the north, east and west to raise the alarm and turn out the militia in defense of the state.  We will discuss the British route of march, how far the alarm traveled, and the patriot response in tomorrow's post.

April 11, 2008

Hail to the Chief: The Kwajalein Daily News Reports the Death of Roosevelt

Scan10019My grandfather learned of President Roosevelt's death via semaphore.  He was fishing from an LST off Kwajalein and noticed the flags of the navy ships in the lagoon were at half staff.  The petty officer who was at the wheel flashed a message to one of the ships asking what had happened and received this reply; "The President is Dead."

The next day, April 13th, the navy's Kwajalein Daily News had the story:

"The war in Europe is plunging to a climax.  There lies before us the completion of a grueling struggle with Japan.  Beyond the martial crisis which we face, lies the even greater problem of the peace, of the hopeful, trying, momentous rebuilding of a shattered world.  The President's death has not been timely."

This is my grandfather Robert H. Barker's copy, kept among his effects from his wartime service.  I was not alive when Roosevelt died but I have no problem remembering the date.  I was born on April 12th, the anniversary of Roosevelt's death.

March 23, 2008

History Mystery #5

Scan10040My grandfather Dr. Robert H. Barker had this photograph among his papers. He may have been the photographer.  He was an OB/GYN at Boston's Lying-in Hospital, now Brigham and Womens, but those are children in those wheelchairs.  In fact, there is great deal I'd like to know about this picture.  Perhaps some of you can help.

There are children peering through the hospital gate, and something unusual seems to have attracted the onlookers.  The four convalescent children and the two nurses seem lined up in anticipation of something.  And who it the man with the curtained handcart out in the street?  Puppeteer?  Candy man?  Organ grinder?

Can any of you car buffs get me an approximate make and year for the vehicles parked on the left side of the street?  And is it significant that they are parked as if in a right hand drive country and not Boston?  The tree is a broad leaf oak and not an English Oak, but that is all I can deduce about this photograph.  Anyone see anything different?

March 10, 2008

Things I am Really Looking Forward to

RtRichard Thompson is kicking off his Spring solo tour.  I'll be taking in the show in Great Barrington on April 19th at the Mahaiwe.  Treat yourself to tickets at a town near you.Frenchfiringline230

The 250th Anniversary of the Battle of Carillon features a Grand Encampment and battle reenactment June  27-29th at Fort Ticonderoga.  They are putting the finishing touches on the French works and abatis.  The Pipers' Refrain will echo over Lake Champlain and I will get a serious Jones for mid-18th century waistcoats and fusils.

The first chorus of spring peepers and the night of the salamanders.

The grand gathering of the Barker and Ogden clans over the 4th of July weekend at Windrock by the bay to honor my grandmother's life and celebrate all that connects us.

MonheganA few days on Monhegan immediately thereafter banging nails and hanging windows as part of an extended family work party on that enchanted isle.  Will work for lobster!

Turning 40.  Far better than the alternative!Trumbullwash

Finishing the next chapter of my novel.  Note I did not say first chapter.  The book is well into its 1st trimester so it is safe to acknowledge it.  I'm not ready to reveal much about the plot, except that its premise is an alternate history and those Revolutionary War posts of mine have had more than just genealogical interest behind them.  Washington dies well. 

Spring ephemerals in the woods and wetlands and the smell of newly turned earth in the garden.

Saving some really special places.  Windrock is on the top of my personal list, but there are some truly extraordinary conservation opportunities in the Litchfield Hills, too.

River Herring rebounding.  One can dream.

The upcoming Cabinet of Curiosities #5 blog carnival.  It's shaping up to be a grand spectacle, but there is still time to get your submission in.  Whacha got?

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