Friday, October 10, 2014
Of War and Fishing Buddies
William McCallister Wallraven was a typical Georgia teenager working as a laborer along-side his father when the war broke out. While others rushed off to enlist and “whoop the Yankees”, young William stayed behind with his folks, Berry and Martha Wallraven, his two brothers and four sisters. The 1860 U.S. Government census shows the Wallravens living in the Buckhead District of Fulton County, Georgia – now a high rent suburb of Atlanta. But they were from Gordon County, about midway up the road to Chattanooga. And with the outbreak of the war they moved back to Gordon County.
The movie Cold Mountain, starring Nicole Kidman and Jude Law, introduced us to a handful of very unsavory characters referring to themselves as the ‘home guard’. These men (a father and sons in the movie) stayed behind to protect the home front from lawlessness, and any Union soldiers that may have snuck through. In fact, the Confederate Home Guard did exist. It was a loosely organized militia under the direction of the Confederate Army, designed to be the last line of defense against the enemy. But the home guard (or state guard) was also tasked with tracking down and capturing any Confederate deserters. And, just as portrayed in the movie, there are many accounts of mistreatment, torture and even the murder of deserters by these home guardsmen.
In August 1863 the 1st Regiment Georgia Infantry, State Guards was formed. This regiment was to serve as local defense for six months. Company G of the regiment was known as the Gordon Guards, as their job was to defend Gordon County, should their services be needed. Berry Wallraven and his son William McCallister Wallraven are listed as Privates on the Company G roster (as are President Wallraven, a cousin, and Johathan Wallraven, who may be William’s older brother).
They were probably aware that Chattanooga had fallen, but there is no way Berry and William Wallraven could have known the grand battle plan devised by the Union Army’s western General, William Tecumseh Sherman. And it could only be described as fateful that Gordon County, Georgia, the land they called home, stood directly between General Sherman and Atlanta.
110,000 Union soldiers marched down upon Privates Berry and William Wallraven (and 55,000 other Confederate soldiers) over the course of two days in May, 1864. The Battle of Resaca was the first major battle of Sherman’s Atlanta campaign, resulting in the deaths of over 5,500 men and a major victory for General Sherman. And while we do not know what happened with Berry Wallraven, we do know he lived to at least 1880, and died at the age of at least 66. William McCallister Wallraven wasn’t so fortunate. While he was not killed in action, he was taken prisoner of war by Union forces, along with his cousin President Wallraven.
Prisoner exchanges were a common occurrence in the Civil War, and In Sherman’s journal he noted his policy of prisoners being, “…captured, sent to the rear, and exchanged.” As so it is that the journal Civil War Prisoner of War Records 1861-1865, on file at the National Archives in Washington D. C. records the release of one William Walraven, a Private of the Home Guards, Gordon Co. Company, State of Georgia. Private Walraven was listed as a man of dark complexion, dark hair, hazel eyes and standing 5’10”. His release, among many others, was ordered by Union Major General Thomas, and was effected at Chattanooga on 24 MAY 1864, a mere nine days after the bloody Battle of Resaca.
William McCallister Wallraven went on to marry in 1866. He and his wife, Mary Jane, saw many children and grandchildren. Berry Wallraven was my 3rd great grandfather. William McCallister Wallraven was my 2nd great grandfather. And the 1920 U.S. Government Census records him as a 77 year old head of household. Among those residing in William’s home was one Dennis Wallraven, age 40. Dennis was my great grandfather.
And by the way, that same census also records in residence a 12 year old boy named Olen. That 12 year old boy grew up to be my fishing buddy when I was a 12 year old boy!
Thursday, September 25, 2014
On the Field of Battle - The Story of a Father and Three Sons
On July 4, 1863 the Confederate army executed an attack on Helena. Under the impression that most of the Union forces in Helena had been relocated to join General Grant in the Vicksburg campaign, they thought the recapture of Helena would be successful. They split forces into three, attacking at dawn from three different directions.
But two things thwarted their plan. First, the Union army had not reduced troops in Helena as they had thought – at least not to the point of weakening it. And second, the Union soldiers had felled trees along all the passages into town. This prevented the Confederates from moving their wagons or artillery up the ridge.
A father first loves his son, then tries to understand him. But war provides no answers...
The siege on Helena was a dismal failure. Of the 7,646 Confederate soldiers who marched into the July 4th battle, 173 were killed, 687 wounded and 776 missing; a total of 1,636 men. The Union side fared much better. Of the 4,129 Union soldiers engaged, 57 were killed, 127 wounded and 36 missing; total casualties of 220.
Amos Pitts was the first born son of Levi and Elizabeth Pitts of Clarksville, Arkansas. Amos was born and raised in the USA – specifically in the state of Arkansas. But when Amos was 18 years old the State of Arkansas declared its succession from the Union and became a part of the Confederate States of America – which was at war with the United States of America.
So Amos Pitts enlisted in the Confederate army; specifically Company I, Arkansas 35th Infantry Regiment. The 35th was among those who marched on Helena, and Amos F. Pitts was among those brave Confederate soldiers who fought on that hot July day. And on that day, July 4th, 1863, Private Amos F. Pitts was counted among the 173 Confederate souls who perished on the field of battle.
While Arkansas was a southern state and a part of the Confederacy, being of the “upper south” many of its populace were not keen on the succession, and clung to their unionist sympathies. Arkansas was truly a state where brother was pitted against brother.
With Helena as its base of operations, the Little Rock Campaign was launched. The fall of Vicksburg had freed up thousands of Union troops, and 6,000 infantry were dispatched for the purpose of capturing Little Rock. In September 1863 Maj. Gen. Fredrick Steele’s Union army marched into Little Rock and accepted the surrender of the city. Along the way he lost only 137 men. And having a strong Union presence in Arkansas, and with many of the locals sympathetic to the North, the Union army established several regiments in the state.
Perhaps Levi Pitts of Clarksville, Arkansas pitied his firstborn son Amos for having given his life for the wrong cause. A father first loves his son, then tries to understand him. But war provides no answers – much less, logic, and now this son was lost forever. But Levi had other sons, and his influence over those boys was strong. And so it was that, on the 13th day of January, 1864, Levi Pitts, at the age of 45 left his wife Elizabeth behind to watch over the five youngest kids, and enlisted as a private in the UNION army - 2nd Arkansas Infantry Regiment, Company H. And he was joined by his sons, Hiram K. Pitts, age 21, and Elijah D. Pitts, age 19, who both enlisted in that same Regiment on that same day.
The military operations during the initial days of July 1864 consisted primarily of scouting parties for the Union. On July 9, 1864, Colonel James Stuart dispatched one lieutenant and twenty men from the Tenth Illinois Cavalry Volunteers to scout the area from Huntersville - present-day North Little Rock - to Little Rock. The Union forces came across a small Confederate party twenty miles north of the city, taking one prisoner and wounding/killing four (the total is unclear in the official records).
Skirmishes like this one broke out around the periphery of Little Rock following its fall to Union forces in September 1863. At times, the commanding officers of Confederate and Union forces fighting in these skirmishes knew little about their opponent, as evidenced by the official reports.
On September 20, 1864 at Huntersville, AR (now North Little Rock) Levi Pitts fell, apparently killed by skirmishers loyal to the Confederacy. Then, on December 8, 1864, again at Huntersville, young Elijah Pitts followed his father in death, in like manner.
Of this father and three brothers, only one survived that awful war; Hiram K. Pitts. Hiram went on to marry, and had a daughter they named Lura Lea. Lura Lea Pitts became Lura Lea Kepler when she married my grandfather, John Franklin Kepler.
I lost my 2nd great grandfather Levi Pitts, and two great grand uncles, Amos and Elijah Pitts to the Civil War. In fact, most of us have ancestors whose lives were forever changed by that war. And while my family tree holds others who served, this father and two sons paid what Lincoln called “the last full measure of devotion.”
Illustration: Sherman at Atlanta, by George N. Barnard (in the public domain)
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Black Mass Hysteria
|The Devil as depicted in the Codex Gigas||.|
Satan, Lucifer, El Diablo; perhaps you call him Beelzebub or the Prince of Darkness. Maybe you just refer to him as the Devil. But (with apologies to the Bard) a devil, by any other name, still smells of sulfur.
A Black Mass is a ritual whereby those who would pay homage to Satan mock the traditions of the Catholic celebration of Mass, usually by stealing a consecrated “host” and desecrating it in ways best left unspoken in this venue. For my unlearned protestant friends, the host is what we would refer to as the bread in Holy Communion (except for the consecration of said host, which gets into a whole other discussion on transubstantiation vs. consubstantiation, which discussion we shall save for another time).
Of course, there are other individuals - Christian Leaders - who would see this worship service banned. They have started an on-line petition to the city fathers requesting they withdraw access to the city’s civic center. Were such a petition to be successful, I would anticipate a similar petition when one of these church fathers tries to rent that same public facility for a Christian worship service. Such are the ways of a society that practices freedom of religion.
This attempt to fight the Satanists got me thinking – battling the devil in a court of law – wouldn’t that be fighting a spiritual battle in a natural arena? I would think the best way to stop a satanic ritual is to introduce the Satanists to Jesus Christ as their own savior.
I’m reminded of my friend Joey. Joey is the pastor of a church in a small town in a small county; a county to which thousands of fans of the rock and roll group Insane Clown Posse would converge annually for several days of drunken debauchery. Joey and other spiritual leaders of the area tried to stop this yearly desecration of their homeland. They signed petitions. They fought in the courts. They prayed for hours on end. But the Juggalos kept coming (Juggalos are fans of the Insane Clown Posse).
Then my friend Joey got a revelation. “Hey,” he thought, “Instead of fighting this, why don’t we embrace it!” So Joey got permission from the Insane guys to set up a tent and feed the Juggalos.
Sandwiches and Salvation! Joey learned that a couple of sandwiches went a long way with a group of kids that had remembered their beer but forgotten there are no McDonalds in the middle of the forest. And lo and behold, before the end of the Insane party, my friend Pastor Joey was baptizing ex-juggalos in the Ohio River!
The wisest man who ever lived, Solomon said it best, “There’s nothing new under the sun.” There aren’t any new devils, just the same old bunch, regurgitated into a new generation of idiots. And so we have Black Mass Hysteria! You would think that by now we Christians would have learned how to deal with them.
Illustration from the Codex Gigas, in the public domain.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Frankly, I suspect that for every house of worship availing themselves of social media there is another out there somewhere exhorting the evils of such ‘worldly trappings’. I think I even heard of a pastor who delivered a sermon encouraging his congregation to quit Facebook altogether. I may have misunderstood that message, but I have seen several people declare a ‘fasting’ from Facebook for a time.
So, is there a place for social media in the faith? While I may not wholly be qualified to answer that question, I can speak to what social media has done for one-on-one ministry. But instead I'll let you read for yourself a brief Facebook conversation that took place this very day. (The names have not been changed, since neither of us are innocent!)
Craig A. Corbin: Speaking of the Holy Spirit, I was a practicing Wiccan and Pagan leader in the Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans for over twenty-two years. I had been a Charismatic Christian in my very young adulthood and turned from Christian faith in a very bitter and hostile manner. 3 1/2 years ago, an old friend that I had not seen in 23 years from my Charismatic church had then recently friended me on facebook. I had announced that I was having back surgery on facebook and he asked me if he could visit me while in the hospital.
As I laid in ICU, very weak (but stable), he asked me if he could pray for me. I said yes and allowed him to pray and I kept an open mind. He later left and after an hour or so I had fallen asleep. I was awakened by a golden light and warmth that began to saturate every fiber of my being. I was stunned and amazed and I realized that I was being visited by the Holy Spirit of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Tears of shame, joy, pain, jubilation, fear, and comfort streamed from my eyes uncontrollably. As I wept I cried out unto the Lord. I asked Him to forgive me for my heresies and my hedonism. I vowed to Him that I would never deny Him ever again. I found myself at the foot of Calvary after many many years of rejecting Him.
It was later that year when many of you in the liberty movement met me. I had been going to different churches and visiting, looking for a home church. I knew of a friend that was once very active in my UU Pagan group that had converted to Orthodox Christianity and I contacted her to ask about visiting. The first time that I visited at Holy Ascension in Norman, I entered at the lower level through the fellowship hall door. I knew absolutely nothing at all about Orthodoxy only that Greeks and Russians went to those churches. When I walked into the fellowship hall, there I was instantly saturated by that same golden light and mellifluous warmth that I had experienced in my hospital bed. I knew that I was home and have been on the Orthodox Christian path ever since. How dark it is before dawn! Even a heretical reprobate as myself can be forgiven and walk in grace! Christ is risen!
Reece Kepler: Wow. Awesome testimony, Craig A. Corbin. You are one mighty Man of God!
Craig A. Corbin: Speaking of that friend! Reece Kepler is that friend who prayed for me in the hospital!
Reece Kepler: Hey, I was just visiting an old buddy - a brother in the Lord. I knew you had gone out and acted unlike Christ (but who hasn't, to some extent). I had no idea how deeply you had separated yourself from your Heavenly Father. I am honored to be the guy that prayed for (and with) you, but it was the Holy Spirit that visited you that day that made the difference! I hadn't heard that part of the story until now. Awesome!
Craig A. Corbin: I am and will be forever amazed at that day Reece! Thank you for your kind words. I can only reply it is His Holy Spirit within me who is mighty! I thought that you knew more of the story. I remember when you asked me: "Why Orthodoxy?" I replied: "Because the Holy Spirit directed me so." You said something along the lines: "The Holy Spirit, that's good enough for me!" I continue to be amazed how our Lord has used and uses Facebook to make connections and do His work!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
084 - Dodging the Bullet
That’s right, Jerry. Within 30 days of your upcoming birthday you are required by law to enter your registration for Selective Service. That way the government will have your name and birth date, should global war break out on three major fronts. Of course, you can always get out in front of things by enlisting. Your local recruiter will give you the lowdown – and you can believe every word he says; right veterans?
At 084 I was sure to be wearing olive drab khakis, had it not been for President Nixon...
This got me thinking about how things were back when I was a kid. In December 1969 the Vietnam War was raging on, and men were needed. So someone in the government wrote the date for each day of the year on pieces of paper and put them into 366 blue plastic capsules. Those capsules were then placed in a shoebox and shaken up - really! Then they were dumped into a large glass jar. Some Senator had the honor of drawing out the first vial. And every American guy between the ages of 18 and 26 who was born on September 14th shared first place in the Vietnam Lotto!
That year they inducted 195 birth dates before they had all the guys they could train and ship overseas. And they kept on doing it. They inducted 125 birth dates in 1970 and 95 birth dates in 1971. I’m not sure if they used the same shoebox.
While that 1971 drawing was the last where men (boys) were actually drafted, they continued to draw birth dates every year through 1975. And that very last drawing was for boys born in 1956, my year of birth!
Of course, I knew they were no longer drafting. The Unites States had withdrawn ground forces from Vietnam in 1973. But simply having a draft number was a bit, shall I say, spooky! My particular induction number was 084. Keep in mind; each year that they inducted boys, they took at least the first 95 birth dates. At 084 I was sure to be wearing olive drab khakis, had it not been for President Nixon’s policy of Vietnamization.
But I must confess that one of the biggest regrets of my life is not having served in the United States military. Every time I see a flag flying full-staff or half, I feel pride, and at the same time, a bit of shame. And I envy the medals and ribbons my veteran friends earned for their brave service.
Of course, I did serve as a Boy Scout Leader. Does that count?
Photo compliments of the United States Selective Service (in the Public Domain)
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