My husband is a Civil War buff and on this day we toured the Chickamauga Battlefield, the most significant Union defeat in the Western Theater of the American Civil War and which involved the second highest number of casualties in the war following the Battle of Gettysburg. On a slight hill, this monument (Wilder Tower) with its blocks stacked high to a total of 85 feet was built after the war and completed in 1904. It is a monument to Union Colonel John T. Wilder and his “Lightning Brigade.” Once inside and you climb to the top, you have a view of nearly all of the Battlefield. Construction was paid for by privately raised funds, much of which came from Wilder’s men. It is located near the site of Widow Glenn’s house when Rebel forces broke through at the Brotherton Cabin during the battle of Chickamauga (September 19 – 20, 1863). The Union Commander was William S. Rosecrans, for whom my Great Grandfather was a scout, and the Confederate Commanders were Braxton Bragg and James Longstreet.
While browsing yesterday in an abandoned industrial site, I was reminded of a Billboard Hot 100 Chart #1 hit song written and recorded by Johnny Nash in 1972 entitled, “I Can See Clearly Now.” The first line of that song was, “I can see clearly now, the pane is gone.” Errrrr … or was it “the rain is gone?” I like my version best! 🙂
I have a friend in my hometown who is very involved in social activities and the Community Center in her little community high atop Signal Mountain, TN. While visiting with her, she said she was going to the Community Center because a group of ladies were meeting there for a Quilting Bee. When she asked if I would like to go, I jumped at the chance…with camera in hand, of course. Not surprised, I met the most wonderful, charming group of ladies that day who shared alot of laughter, passed alot of wisdom around their quilt and who in addition shared fellowship over lunch. Noticing the wrinkled arthritic hands of some of the ladies made me think about how much love and care those hands had given to their friends and families over the years. It also reminded me of Quilting Bees I attended with my Mother and Grandmother as a little girl in the basement of our little country church. Thanks for the memories, ladies.