Sunday, August 19, 2012

A Zoomie goodie:)

Remember me telling you about one of my ancestors, a feral Yankee cur, killed during a thunderstorm when *a tree fell on him while with Sherman's rabble?

(My father's mom's maiden name was Yates, hence the connection.)

Here's the story. I thought you might find it of interest.

John E. Yates


I'm sorry about all that unpleasantness back then, but I really had nothing to do with it!


You and your rebel brethren are good to go in my book. Always have been. Always will be.


pj/zoomie

*Must have been a Confederate one......:)


John E. Yates

Elizabeth Roberson Yates' apprehension about the War and her husband would be drawn out but not typical. Her husband John Yates enlisted at Alton, Crawford County, Indiana on November 20, 1861 for a period of time extending for, "During the War" and reported for duty seven days later on November 27, 1861 at Camp Nevin, located 76 miles from home in Munfordville, Kentucky.

John Yates joined Company K, 38th Indiana Volunteers Infantry along with several other friends, neighbors and family to include: Cyrus Benham, Peter Curl, Thomas W. Goodson, Laban Gregory, James Glenn Land, Tolbert McCraney, William Greenberry Roberson, George W. Seaton, Daniel Yates, George W. Riggle and others. George W. Riggle, John & Daniel Yates were brother-in-laws as they married Roberson sisters.

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3 comments:

  1. After reading the story of his military career, I was left with no doubt that I had some of his blood in my veins!

    He came down with a serious case of the episoodies...with boils discharging a pint of pus a day...and was determined to be unfit for service and eventually given a medical discharge.

    So he goes home to Indiana to recuperate...or die...figuring he was done with the war.

    Unfortunately, the medical corps neglected to tell his command of the medical discharge, and he was declared a deserter, arrested, and court-martialed.

    He was found not guilty, and the Army said "we're sorry" by reinstating him into the service.

    Then, that evil rebel tree fell on him in Georgia and killed him graveyard daid.

    Sounds like my luck...

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  2. Wasn't there a song about "fateful lightnings" that Yankees are really fond of?

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