Missionary Ridge Grapeshot
Newsletter of Missionary Ridge Camp #63
Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War
|Vol. 1, No. 1 - March 2007|
[The minutes of the February 3, 2007 meeting were a part of this issue but are shown at:
February 3, 2007 Meeting Minutes]|
We had a good turn out for our meeting. Also we did well at our recruitment and sales booth. We sold many of the 2001 Joint SUV/SCV effort medals for $1.00 each and many chances on the Lee/Gordon House painting for $1.00 that Tommy Smith had painted and donated. A lady from Anniston, AL won the painting and she was thrilled at winning it. I drove half way to Anniston by meeting her in Gadsden and giving it to her. Thanks to everyone for helping out.
Bill Shackleford (past Commander) came by with a few copies of the Camp #63 Charter and gave them out.
Brothers, it's that time of the year again - between New Year's and Federal Income Tax Day. If you have not paid dues for 2007, please mail me a check for $22.00 made out to Missionary Ridge '63, SUVCW at: Charlie Engle, Box 1552, Athens, TN 37371-1552. Thank you for your attention to this matter. Your dues go into these areas: $18 to National for various programs and the Banner; $2 goes to the Department of Tennessee for their various expenses (primarily the Annual Encampment); $2 remains in your camp.
March 17 -
March 23-24 - 2007 Liberty University Civil War Seminar. For information call Kenny Rowlette or Dr. Cline,
(Co-Chairs) at (434) 582-2087. There is a $10 discount to SUV members if registered by March 21.
[Webmaster note: the following link is to the "text" version as mentioned above. It has been reformatted to HTML for this website]:
In the field between Petersburg and Appomatox, Va.
I had no suspicion that matters were as bad off as they were. Great numbers of men had fallen out of the ranks from
fatigue and hunger..... A little drummer boy attached to our regt. Came running towards me and said with eyes
sparkling and said, "oh, Col., there is a beautiful fat heifer down there, don't you hear her bell?" I at once deployed
a line of skirmishers two hundred strong and, guided by the bell surrounded the unsuspecting animal, and by the time she
caught the alarm they had contracted the circle until there was a solid wall of eager men to oppose her efforts at escape.
Placing cartridge belts around her horns, we led the prize in triumph to be slaughtered that night... hungry as everybody
was the capture of these rations acted like magic, and song and jest resumed their sway. (While these proceedings were going
on commissary trains were passing). But attracted by an unusual amount of swearing on the road, I saw something was wrong
and I saw them unloading a wagon and found the team had given out. The load was a mixed one of crackers and bacon which
the commissary intended to send back for when they went into camp, but upon representing our condition he agreed to let us
have it. The men were wild with delight at this immediate relief to their sufferings, for there was enough to give us a
pretty fair meal to all, and the bacon in five minutes had disappeared down their throats without waiting for such a
useless refinement as cooking.
War Years with Jeb Stuart
Brothers, for future newsletters please feed me whatever you think might be of interest to our brothers. Send me biographies of your ancestors, coming events, sickness, etc.
Fraternity, Charity and Loyalty