{"id":6487,"date":"2017-11-05T15:36:36","date_gmt":"2017-11-05T23:36:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blackenedroots.com\/blog\/?p=6487"},"modified":"2017-11-05T15:36:36","modified_gmt":"2017-11-05T23:36:36","slug":"james-mcmurrys-letter-to-the-grands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blackenedroots.com\/blog\/james-mcmurrys-letter-to-the-grands\/","title":{"rendered":"James McMurry’s letter to the “grands”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Today’s post is about a letter that James Miller McMurry wrote to his “Grands”\u2014presumably his grandnephew Arthur (Art) and Art’s wife Ezelpha. I received a photocopy of this letter from my grandmother, Dorothy Ruth McMurry Black\u2014Arthur’s first cousin. I saw the original letter in 1990 when visiting Art, and I’m hoping someone in the family still has this letter.<\/p>\n

I hadn’t read this letter in over 25 years, and upon re-reading it I discovered a bounty of new information: I learned of another two relatives who fought in the Civil War, including one who possibly died at Shiloh. I realized that the recipient was my cousin Arthur Edgar McMurry, not my great-great-grandfather Arthur Webster McMurry. I learned a bit about James McMurry’s wife Grace Aitken and her life before she and James met. I learned a bit more about the timing of the McMurry’s move to Arkansas, and the location of their land there. I got a bit of description of the area around James’ last home, in Sutter County, California. I also learned a bit more about James’ adopted son and his latest sailing voyage.<\/p>\n

Let me start with a transcription of the letter:<\/p>\n

May 5th Started this a month ago, not in good condition since Tap #4 not so good internally, reduced only 5 inches too portly already.<\/p>\n

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Mr. and Mrs. Arthur McMurry<\/p>\n

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Dear Grands:\u2014<\/p>\n

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I am late about telling you that I was much pleased to receive your Christmas Greeting, I was not feeling very well about that time, as I was full<\/span>, not the usual chistmas Liquor<\/span>, but 3 gallons of\u00a0serum<\/span> in hold No. 1\u2014which is not very pleasant for a month before Taps the 2nd of which was Jan 10th. 3rd one March 28″\u20144th due about the time of my 84th mile post. \u2014A\u00a0continuous<\/span> quarterly<\/span> performance<\/span>, I understand that its young things that are sappy<\/span>, so this must be my second childhood, that we hear about, \u2014haha!\u2014<\/p>\n

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I am hopeing you will escape the present world war, in which the U.S. will soon be shooting. I don’t know of any McMurry’s in first world war,\u2014there was an Uncle of Ella and I, in the Civil War. \u2014(civil compared to present methods) His name was Thomas, was killed at [continued below]<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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the battle of Shilo-hill. I have a splinter from Andersonville Prison\u00b9 \u2014 The Horor of the Civil war, \u2014 A bullet picked up on the battlefield of Duca, Miss, 27 years after the battle\u00b2, by Oliver H. Smith, a Neph. of my mother’s, who lived with Uncle Josh, (Miller) at Pasadena Cal, was Capt. in an Indiana regiment, also a lock of hair, said to be from the head of Jefferson Davis, was authentic memoranda with it, but has been lost. \u2014 This was given my wife when a girl in Baltimore, Md. \u2014 Would you like to have these articles? They will not be of interest to any one here after I am gone \u2014 I am not good at figuring out relationship, but both Uncle Tom and Cousin Oliver are Kin of yours.<\/p>\n

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My wife worked in a Baltimore Studio 3 years. Some time previous to our acquaintance \u2014 She was Native of Brooklyn, N.Y.<\/p>\n

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I would sure like to see my Great Grand Niece. Cant you send me a snap shot<\/span>? I would like to know where Mays’ girls are, and their names. I am getting to be a way back number,\u00a0[continued below]<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Corrections\u00a0\u00b9, Seems to me now, if was Libby<\/span> Prison, at town of Andersonville. You can determine from some book in City Library which is right \u2014 there was memo, with the splinter, but is lost<\/span>. I remember that after the war, father had an illustrated book about that prison + its horrors. \u2014 Was and old [tobacco?] warehouse, situated on bank of ___ river.\u00a0\u00b2 Not picked up<\/span> by<\/span> Oliver Smith but kept by him. memo, with it.<\/p>\n

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After some<\/span> thinking<\/span>, it seems to me my wife said she was told that when Jeff Davis had a hair cut the same was sold in small bits for the good of the cause<\/span>. (to raise money) was how the person got it that gave it to her, \u2014I think this is right.<\/p>\n

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I suppose that at some time I have shown these, and lost the two memos. I well know that I had them.<\/p>\n

We moved to Ark, Feb. 1874, where we bought a quarter section of land partly timber part Prairie, on one corner + adjoining, was still visible the marks, (grass not perfect) where\u00a0[continued below]<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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there had been a Confederate camp, showing thus \u2013><\/td>\nOOOOO
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We picked up several bullits like<\/span> this<\/span> one<\/span>.<\/p>\n

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That was 3 miles from the town of Carlisle. \u2014 The farm was about a mile from Memphis + Little Rock R.R. and the town in R.R. and our P.O. On a July 4″ Picnic, we carried the first U.S. Flag, that any one had dared to unfurl there. I held the flag, a big beauty we had taken with us from Ills. Your grandfather was with some Base Ball boys. My father was driving\u00a0a<\/del>. On the way, a couple of Southern Young men came riding up, Pistols in boot legs (their custom) rifles in hand, one shouted, “By G\u2014 guess we had better get away from here, before bullets come over this way.” Said father, “I think you had, I have as good a barker as ever spit fire.”<\/p>\n

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Exit young rebs, \u2014 All we had was Base Ball bats<\/span>. \u2014 Well this may not interest you, But as we get older<\/span> we live more + more in the<\/span> past<\/span>. We went on to picnic with the few Northern fellas, Hated Yankees<\/span>, that were there\u00a0[continued below]<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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West of us about 7 miles is “the Buttes” \u2014 An ancient volcano cone, that looms up out of the level valley, jagged and high peaks. They say there is a lake in the Crater, + a stream runs down on the west side with a waterfall up toward the crater. \u2014 Mrs. Dewey\u00a0 + son, close<\/span> by, took Mrs. C_ + I around one Sunday to go up to waterfall. Drove as far as he could, then we started climbing on a trail that follows the creek.<\/p>\n

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[in margins:] Buttes is privately owned + fenced for pasture. Miles of stone<\/span> fence. Springs for water.<\/p>\n

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But Mrs. D being an extra<\/span> heavy<\/span> weight, + Mrs. C, plenty stout, + I no good afoot, we did not get far. The ashes over this valley made the soil, and is one reason so much alkali land. \u2014 Not right here tho. Soil is wonderfully fertile. \u2014 They plant the garden in ditches, I call it\u00a0[continued below]<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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the Jungle. \u2014 If a small bed diked around to irrigate \u2014 they gather bushels of vegetables from among the weeds. Can only pull them when wet, + the vines come up with them. \u2014 We had 4 mo. of rain, and no end yet to cold<\/span> wind.<\/p>\n

The boy George left Frisco March 2nd in S.S. Genl. Grant, for the Orient to go as far South as Singapore the great English naval base. (Did not mention Australia). Thence back via Cape Horn, up west coast S.A. + to trinidad, (where U.S. base is being built.) to N.Y. + back thru Panama Canal to Frisco. \u2014 Due back about July.<\/p>\n

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Had this on the blocks some time, On 23rd George came in, thumbed or Hitch hiked his way back across Pacific from Hong Kong, India. Is painting kitchen. \u2014 Taps #4 on the 29″ am getting on feet again. For 3 or 4 weeks, legs + feet swell back before Taps.<\/p>\n

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Wishing all the best of luck, Uncle James<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Some thoughts on some topics mentioned in James’ letter:<\/p>\n