All over the South, on godforsaken highways next to fields
of weeds and in the middle of small-ish cities with almost no human beings,
there are moldy historical markers recalling times when there was even less. Apparently,
there are 2600 or so historical markers in Georgia, the third most of any
state, with nearly a thousand related to the Civil War, many erected in the mid-‘50s
and a few unabashedly glorifying the Confederacy. Because I have nothing better
to do, I sometimes read them and I have discovered that they are poorly
written, universally boring and often mention the obscurest historical events
that could be of interest to only the most diehard Civil War scholars.
While I don’t have the money to erect my own (they are
sturdy and metal), I have come up with some inaccurate Civil War events that
could become historical markers of vaguely significant happenings that may not
have occurred.
14th Artillery Division Crosses Umpahpah Creek
Following the rout of the 18th and 46th
regiments at Reynold’s Twig, Sargent Lucien Rathbone and the 14th
crossed Umpahpah creek, leaving their artillery on the other side and then
forgetting about it for nearly three days hence. Near Zebulon, it was remarked
that their load seemed lighter and their movements brisker, before Rathbone let
loose with a remarkable stream of cuss words sending spittle flying in the
direction of Private Garth Corbett, who wore an expression both sullen and
reproachful.
Pickett’s Advance
On May 3, 1862, Colonel Aadieus Pickett was awakened at eighteen
hundred hours with the need to relieve himself and in his half-sleep searching
for a thicket, he came upon a division of Confederate soldiers sleeping and
unbeknownst to all did a No. 2, where their campfire had once been, without
awakening anyone, but on the way back to his camp, he unwittingly went in the
opposite direction, collapsed into a narrow ravine and fell fast asleep three
paces from a raccoon nest.
The Death of Gen. Braxton Theodore Parsnip
Maj. Gen. Braxton Theodore Parsnip, commanding a division of
Confederate cavalry, who had retreated after the skirmish at Titsdale, in the
early hours of Sunday, June 1, 1864, sat on a fallen log trimming his expansive
accumulation of moustaches when a bullet fired from the Southeast felled him in
one shot. It was near this spot that the noble and gallant Gen. Parsnip left
this world and entered the kingdom of heaven with his whiskers untidy.
Turnball’s Brigade
In the waning daylight hours of Wednesday, April 14, 1863,
Meriwether Turnball’s brigade moved three steps to the left and then forward
beyond a fallen stump, where they were met by two squirrels. Outflanked to the
east by Union General Barnard Hodgkins’ 13th regiment, they attempted to secure
the railway spur near Fort Twizzler, but realized they had lost their map three
months previous in the lower Carolina, so instead huddled among the few pine
trees on the northernmost ridge and had discussions on the subjects of ladies
and food.
2 comments:
Are you the Adam Bregman that wrote Shithappy (1990s LA zine)? If so, you really amused two North Dakotans on a cross country trip in 1993 with the issue that featured a scavenger hunt. Sadly I lost it somewhere along the line.
This is also HILARIOUS!! HILARIOUS I TELL YOU!!!!
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