I started this blog at the urging of friends and family in April 2010 when my husband and I were given an opportunity to relocate in Maryland for one year. We have now returned home to Arizona and continue to walk by faith as we watch God orchestrate the adventures in our lives. I invite you to share in our adventures as we watch God at work!

We live by faith, not by sight. 2 Corinthians 5:7



Thursday, December 30

Diner, Drive-in or Dive #6: Bayway Diner

According to 50 States Facts and Trivia, New Jersey has the most diners in the world and is sometimes referred to as "the diner capital of the world." It was only fitting that we would have lunch at one that made Guy Fieri's Triple D list.

Bayway Diner collage
The Bayway Diner is located in an industrial area (a refinery is across the street) in Linden, New Jersey and makes good food fast for the working folks.
(In the top photo, the area on the right is a covered patio area for outside dining... look at the snow!)

The inside isn't any fancier than the outside. There is counter seating for NINE with room for one person to walk on the other side of the counter. All food preparation is done on the other side of the counter. Tito, the cook (chef?), recognized that we hadn't been in before and talked to us as he prepared our food. Our server, Kim, was also friendly in that no-nonsense diner fashion. Mike, the owner, recognized us as "new faces" and chatted with us. The other customers, all regulars, were equally friendly. It is the kind of place where you feel right at home when you walk in the door. But what about the food?

Bayway Cheese Steak-2

We both had the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich and fries... a tasty trio of chopped steak, peppers and onions covered with melted American cheese on an Italian roll. The large crinkle-cut fries were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside... the kind that melt in your mouth. All I can say is...YUMMY!

As we enjoyed our lunch at a diner favored by locals, we wondered why anyone would prefer national chain fast food to the fast, friendly service and food we've experienced at the "Diner's, Drive-ins and Dives" we've tried. They take a little more work to find (google is my new best friend!) but are well worth the effort!

Tuesday, December 28

Christmas Gifts

We spent Christmas at the Albaecks in North Carolina along with Janne and Adam. This was a special Christmas for me- Jacob was back from Iraq for his R&R and we ALL could be together for Christmas- a first! It was a fun, memory-making time.

Gifts!

I thought about gifts... ones under the tree, ones from Christmases past, ones that aren't "things" and especially about the one God gave us that first Christmas so many years ago... Jesus and His gift of salvation.

"old" toys collage
Grandchildren are a marvelous gift! 

Richard and I spent some time playing with the grandkids outside on Christmas Eve. While we enjoyed gifts of good health and being able to play with our four sweethearts who are as individual as can be, they enjoyed gifts of playtime with grandparents and toys from past Christmases. 

Christmas Morning collage
There is nothing like Christmas morning with little kids!

Amazingly, the Albaeck children, unlike their mother when she was a child, sleep in on Christmas morning so our day didn't begin until 8-ish. Gifts are opened one at a time amid much story-telling and laughter. Every gift is special... from the homemade ones from the kids or underwear in a stocking to that one thing you "really, really wanted!"

Dancing ballerinas collage
Lexie got two tutus (for ballet class)... and being the good little sister that she is, shared with Ben!

The gift of laughter is perhaps my favorite one. As you can imagine, with four kids under the age of eight, there was a lot of laughter... listening to them sing "Feliz Navidad" ("...Espano ano demicidad...") ... or watching the "ballarinas" in tutus and Christmas pajama tops... 

Snow collage
Another gift... we had a "White Boxing Day!"

We woke up on Boxing Day (December 26th for those who aren't familiar with Boxing Day) to a pristine, white blanket of snow covering absolutely everything! The kids were excited! The grown ups were excited! And after lunch we went outside to play in it. We had snowball fights... ate real root beer snow cones... had fun playing together ... and just marveled at the fluffy stuff coming down out of the sky.

We had a wonderful Christmas and were blessed with many gifts!

Thursday, December 23

Diner, Drive-in or Dive #5: Dots Back Inn

Realizing we have been neglecting our "Triple D" outings, we found one in Richmond, Virginia that we tried on our way to North Carolina for Christmas. Dots Back Inn is owned and operated by chef Jimmy Tsamoures and serves "diner classics" as well as a few specialities.

Dots Diner
We thought Dots definitely looks like a dive from the outside... and the inside is "comfortable"... but the food is fabulous!

It is situated smack in the middle of a residential neighborhood and is very much a local eatery. In fact, we stood out like sore thumbs- and it wasn't just because we walked in with a camera! The first thing I noticed when we walked through the door at 11:20 am was that a local lunch crowd was already beginning to congregate. Local folks (so, everyone but us!) were greeted by name as they walked in and the waitresses were friendly and conversational to all.

Richard at Dots
Typical diner and somewhat gaudy Christmas decor greets patrons as they enter.  All the booths were taken so we sat at a center table. By the time we left, an hour later, there was not an empty table or booth and only a few counter stools were available. The place was hoppin' by noon!

Who is Dot? According to their menu, "Dot started working in the family restaurant in the 1940's and waited tables for nearly 50 years. Dot's is dedicated to her and every other waitress who has been the heart, soul and success of the neighborhood restaurant, but never had the opportunity to own her own."

Richard ordered the "Grilled Andouille Sandwich" with provolone cheese and grilled onions and I ordered the "Black and Blue Burger" with blue cheese and cajon spice- and we each had half. We both chose the spicy red potato salad as our side. The food was flavorful and fresh... and absolutely delicious! 

Dots food collage
As Guy Fieri says, it was "good eats!"

I am quite sure we will stop back at Dots Back Inn... maybe we'll even become "locals!"

Wednesday, December 22

Be Prepared!

Be prepared... both the Boy Scouts and the Girl Scout claim that as their motto. Having been a Girl Scout for eleven years and a Girl Scout leader for another ten years, it has also become my motto. When I read that the I-95 corridor was expecting a massive snowstorm in late December, I decided we had better get prepared.

Just about every alphabet acronym (AARP, AAA, DHHS, MDOT, CDC, ...) has a list of items everyone "must have" to prepare for winter weather- some items are for your house and some for your car.

Snow Prep
The "House Stuff" is on the left... the "Car Stuff" on the right and the middle is shared. Some would argue that the most important item is... chocolate!

Fortunately, we have a gas stove/oven and would be able to use them even if we are without electricity. We make sure we have a supply of bottled water (home and car) and food that needs no preparation. The candle in the coffee can is for the car- along with some matches- to provide light or thaw out a water bottle. I carried one in my car throughout the winter we spent in Calgary, Canada and never needed it- I'm hoping for a repeat performance! And the beach towels, in case you were wondering, are to provide traction should we get stuck- easier and less messy than sand! 

With the purchase of windshield de-icer, my "Winter Survival Kit" was complete... and we are now prepared for whatever winter brings this year.

Monday, December 20

Christmas Lights

Last night we went to see...

Zoo Lights

We've been to Zoo Lights at the Phoenix Zoo many times... sometimes in our shorts... but here at the Smithsonian National Zoological Park (commonly called the National Zoo!), we bundled up with pull-over fleece, heavy coat, gloves and scarf before heading out to see what we were sure would be a spectacular display. It was chilly (about 27 degrees) and we could see our breath as we exhaled. 

animal collage
Most of the displays were just rope lights on wire outlines like these. The birds did appear to fly across the walkway... although my time-exposure doesn't show it. Two of the exhibits like these were set to music- if you got there at the right time.

There were some pretty trees that had lights on the trunks and branches. Strangely, these were not set to music- but they were pretty to walk by.

tree with snow


Multi-colored tree with moon
The almost full moon added some pretty light of its own...

Eerie tree
My favorite moonscape!

We concluded that the light display was not as good as ones we've seen at the Phoenix Zoo... although the nearly-full moon did make for some interesting shots. The highlight of the outing, for Richard, was discovering the place inside the zoo that sells hot mini-donuts... piping hot morsels of sugary cinnamon-crusted dough that melt in your mouth. He figured out, for future reference, which entrance to drive into so that I could jump out, run about 100 yards to pick up mini-donuts and sprint back to the car before they cooled off! Yeah, they were that good!!

donut
As I sat munching my divinely delicious donut, I paused to contemplate the real Light of Christmas... "Jesus said, 'I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.'" (John 8:12) 

Sunday, December 19

A love story in Washington, D.C.

I like listening to and singing along with a good rendition of "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" as much as the next person but for me, nothing captures the true meaning of Christmas quite like listening to Handel's "Messiah." This year we saw it performed at The Kennedy Center for Performing Arts- a magnificent hall.

Kennedy Center
The easily recognizable Kennedy Center For Performing Arts hosts many televised events- the Bolshoi Ballet and the Kennedy Center Honors to name a few.

Although not as old as Washington National Cathedral, the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts has an equally interesting history. President Eisenhower first saw its vision in 1958 when he signed bipartisan legislation creating a National Cultural Center.  That act included four specific parts: authorized the Center's construction, defined an artistic mandate that included a wide variety of classical and contemporary performances, established an educational mission for the Center and stated that the Center was to be an independent facility, self-sustaining and privately funded. I think it's interesting that although Congress birthed the project, they do not appropriate any funds for it- nor do they exercise any control over it. It is an example of the people's desire for a national stage to promote the arts without government influence as to what that art is. It is, in my opinion, a testament to the strength of our government. There are few places in the world where controversial plays, music and literary readings can be performed in a government-created institution/building without reprisal.

Fund-raising began immediately after the National Cultural Center Act was signed but it wasn't until President Kennedy took office and began promoting the Center through fundraiser luncheons/receptions at the White House that construction seemed likely. After President Kennedy's death, Congress designated the Center a "living memorial" to him and authorized $23 million to build what is now known as The Kennedy Center for Performing Arts. Fundraising soared and The Kennedy Center  for Performing Arts opened in1971.

Inside Kennedy Center collage
The interior is beautifully elegant in an under-stated way. 
(My apologies for slightly blurry indoor photos- no flash or tripods allowed!)

Janne and Adam joined us for the evening of music and celebration. Unlike our experiences at theaters in Arizona where there is no dress code, patrons at the Center dress up for performances. While there was the very occasional jeans-clad couple, it was nice to see so many dressed in holiday attire. Whether this is an east coast vs. west coast phenomenon or something else entirely is a discussion for another blog post. Suffice it to say here, we enjoyed dressing up!

All dressed up! collage
We took advantage of the "Coat Check Room"- a first for us!

The music of Handel's Messiah is completely captivating. As the orchestra began playing the first few notes, the auditorium became not just quiet, but still. There was no rustling of programs, candy wrappers crinkling or hushed whispering. As I looked around, I could see tense faces relaxing into slight smiles. And then I, too, became lost in the music and story.

George Frideric Handel composed the music for Messiah after a friend, Charles Jennens, asked him to set his "Scripture collection" (53 Scripture verses from the Old and New Testaments) whose subject "excels every other subject. That subject is 'Messiah'" to music. The work has three sections that tell the story of Jesus Christ: 1) prophecies of salvation, a coming Messiah, the Virgin Birth, and Christ's redemptive miracles on earth, 2) the scourging and agony on the cross, Christ's sacrificial death, resurrection, ascension and identity in heaven, the world's rejection of the Gospel and God's triumph, and 3) Christ's Second Coming including the Day of Judgment and general Resurrection and victory over death and sin. 

Working unceasingly, Handel completed the musical score in just 24 days! However, it was not performed for almost a year- and its premier was not in Handel's adopted country, England (although German-born, he had lived in England for decades), but in Ireland. Why? Because Handel's passion for oratorio- "a composition for orchestra and voices telling a sacred story without costumes, scenery, or dramatic action"- was very controversial. The Church of England was outraged that a Bible story was being told by "common mummers" and even worse, in a theater, and fought against its performance as well as other oratorios Handel composed (Esther and Israel in Egypt, for example). Handel's Messiah, many say his greatest work, wasn't generally appreciated in England until long after his death. Although Handel considered it "a piece appropriate for Lent" it has become a traditional Christmas concert.

Today, in this age of political correctness where great care must be exercised not to offend anyone, where Nativity displays in public places have been litigated in court, we can attend a performance of Messiah. Even with its still controversial and often rejected message of God's love for mankind. Even in our "National Cultural Center." A Christmas miracle? Perhaps...

Love
After the performance, my sweet husband wrote a "love note" to me in the snow. What a wonderful way to end a performance telling God's love story!

Thursday, December 16

first snow...

Today was our first official snow storm- apparently "flurries" don't really count.

Snowfall

It has been "frigidly cold" for the past week or so with "real feel" high temperatures in the teens to mid-twenties. We brought out the heavy coats, scarves, thermal gloves and wool sox last week. We wear a coat and gloves to get the mail... just 22 steps (yes, I counted!) from our door. So we were not surprised when snow was forecasted for the end of the week.

Blustery Snow

A light snow started falling at 11:00 am and continued until about 5:00 pm this afternoon. As I sat in the warmth of our apartment watching the snow fall through the window, several thoughts came to mind. I was awed by this beautiful fluffy stuff that looks so light and airy yet creates major havoc on the roadways. I wondered where the thousands of homeless people in the DC metro area were spending the storm. I marveled at the peaceful tranquility of the snowscape.

Serenity

Columbia, Maryland received a little over an inch of snow today and is expecting another, potentially bigger snow storm on Sunday. I guess it is time to get winter supplies for our cars and apartment... 

Sunday, December 12

"Hear the bells..."

I love Christmas music... carols from long ago and songs from yesterday... traditional music as well as  jazzy, country, silly, instrumental, crooners. One of our traditions, starting when our children were in band and orchestra,  is the annual Christmas concert(s). We've been to many through the years- but this year's concert was, by far, the most notable.

Saturday afternoon we went to Washington National Cathedral for their Joy of Christmas concert. We arrived early to explore the grounds and cathedral before the concert. Okay... and because we drove into Washington DC and wanted to allow plenty of time to get lost- but we didn't!

National Cathedral
The idea of a national cathedral dates back to the late 1700's when Pierre L'Enfant (commissioned by George Washington to create a plan for the nation's capital) first envisioned "a great church for national purposes." 

Construction began in 1907 when the cornerstone was laid- a stone from a field near Jerusalem laid into an American granite stone inscribed with "The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us."  (John 1:14)  The Bethlehem Chapel, the first part of the cathedral completed, opened in 1912 and soon became a place of services of national focus. The state funerals of four American presidents- Woodrow Wilson, Dwight Eisenhower, Ronald Reagan and Gerald Ford- and a memorial service for the victims of the 9/11 attacks are but a few of the services held at Washington National Cathedral. The completion of the west towers in 1990 marked the end of construction- an 83 year-old work in progress!

Nat'l Cathedral Bell Tower
The Gothic architecture style is evident in the pointed arches, flying buttresses, gargoyles (not visible in this photo- but there are 112 of them!), vaulted ceilings and stained glass.

When viewed from above, the cathedral is in the shape of a cross with a long nave (a tenth of a mile long!) and two shorter transepts. As we walked through the building, we noticed works in wrought iron, stone, stained glass, wood and fabric decorating the building. These icons teach Christian beliefs (Creation, redemption through faith) and pay tribute to our country's history and values (a bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln with a stained glass window depicting the agony of Civil War). There are many beautiful works of art and we saw only a few of them.

Nat'l Cathedral- stained glass
There are 231 stained glass windows in the Cathedral. As the sun streams through them, colors are projected on the opposite walls creating a rainbow of color. Majestic!

Now back to the music. The high tower in the photo above the stained glass photo is the only place in America to house both peal and carillon bells. We had the privilege of hearing the carillon bells playing Christmas music- absolutely heavenly! You can hear them in the video below. The Great Organ is immense- and sounds just as heavenly- with over 10,000 pipes! I could have listened to it all day but the conductor had other plans. An ensemble from Washington Symphonic Brass regaled us with several familiar carols as well as some old European Christmas songs. The two trumpeters walked down the aisles as they played- it was the ultimate stereo performance! Teen-agers from a local school performed an African Christmas song- the words told the story of Christ's birth and the music was very upbeat and joyful. And, finally, one of the Cathedral's choirs sang a selection of Christmas music- the ones in Latin were particularly lyrical and beautiful. The audience was invited to sing along with two familiar Christmas carols ending with Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!  


So what made this concert notable? The building is certainly historic and memorable. And the music was varied, performed well and a sweet dessert to my ears. But mostly it was sitting in a cathedral that so beautifully depicts Christ, listening to music that celebrates His birth and praising God for a little over an hour that made this concert so memorable. What an inspiring way to keep CHRIST in CHRISTmas!

Friday, December 10

First Flurries...

It was with great excitement and anticipation that Maryland received her first flurries. The news on both television and radio has been filled with talk about it for weeks... when it will happen... how to prepare... and if a white Christmas is in the offing. For my desert-dwelling friends, flurries are "a light, brief shower of snow."

We were at the mall when we heard people excitedly talking about "the flurries" and sure enough, when we went outside, there was a light layer of snow on the ground. The streets were wet but no snow stuck to the warm asphalt. Mall maintenance crews had already salted the sidewalks so they also were wet but not snowy.

Flurry collage
The top of our parking garage was snow-covered... except for the mysterious circle that had no tire tracks or foot steps around it.

The snow stayed until the next day when it rained... and washed the snow away!

Wednesday, December 8

Oh Christmas Tree...

Since I was a child I have loved putting up the Christmas tree and decorating it.  There is just something captivating about an evergreen covered in lights and sparkly ornaments. It has been our tradition to put up a rather large tree early in December. Richard spends several hours making sure the branches are "fluffed" just right (yes, it's an artificial tree!) and the lights are spaced evenly. The ornaments are unwrapped with love and carefully placed on the tree as we remember where or from whom we got each one. It's a time to reminisce about Christmases past.

Yesterday, as I was admiring our much smaller (apartment vs house!) Christmas tree with borrowed ornaments, I wondered how it came about that people put a tree in their home and decorated it. The internet revealed quite a few stories about the origin of the Christmas tree but the one I liked the best is this:

"When Christianity first came to Northern Europe, three virtues- Faith, Hope and Charity- were sent from Heaven to find a tree that was as high as hope; as great as love; as sweet as charity; and one that had the sign of the cross on every bough. Their search ended in the forests of the North where they found the Fir. Lighted from the radiance of the stars, it was the first Christmas tree."

Christmas Tree
As I look at our Christmas tree, I will see faith, hope, charity and the cross... another way I am keeping CHRIST in CHRISTmas!

Monday, December 6

Baby, it's cold outside...

Winter does not officially begin until December 21st this year... 15 days from now. We have noticed the days getting shorter- it's dark by 5:30pm now- and colder- the highs are only in the 40-50's now. And yesterday at 3:30 in the afternoon (so the warmest part of the day...) when we returned to our apartment complex, we saw...

icicles
ICICLES!!

A series of storms are providing lower than normal temperatures, lots of wind and "frigid dry air" giving real-feel temperatures in the teens and low twenties. For those who are wondering- yes, I pulled my heavy coat out of the closet and have worn it! And gloves. And the ice scraper is in my car. Today I am getting windshield cleaner for freezing weather. Then let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!

Wednesday, December 1

Happy Holly!

Did you know that holly grows on trees? Well, actually, it is a tree- or shrub, depending on how it is pruned. I was astonished to discover that for myself! Holly grows wild throughout the northeast and we have seen a lot of it as we've explored Civil War battlefields.

Holly
Holly and Christmas go together like soup and a sandwich!

Holly is a traditional Christmas plant often used in wreaths. Christian tradition says that the pointy leaves represent the thorns of Christ's crown, the perennial green leaves represent eternal life and the red berries represent Christ's blood shed for our salvation. As this Christmas season approaches, I will remember this bit of Christian folklore as a way to keep CHRIST in CHRISTmas!

Tuesday, November 23

the end of autumn

I think I have mentioned once or twice how much I'm enjoying autumn here on the East Coast. I expected the beautiful fall colors, the crisp days and even a bit of rain. What I didn't expect was how quickly that all changes. In just over a week, the temperatures dropped significantly and the wind really kicked up... and then the leaves on the trees began dropping. In Arizona we have "dust devils"- a strong whirlwind of dust and debris. In Maryland, we have "leaf devils!" And just like "dust devils" in Arizona, they are fascinating to watch. What leaves remain on the trees come off as the "leaf devil" passes through leaving the trees mostly bare.

4 trees collage
The beautiful fall foliage is pretty much gone... and it's beginning to feel like winter, which doesn't officially begin for another month...

Monday, November 22

Chancellorsville, Virginia... May 1-3, 1863

Have you ever been in a situation where you lost heart and ran? That is exactly what happened to the Union Army under the direction of General Hooker at the Chancellorsville Battle. By mid-1863, President Lincoln had gone through several generals to command the Army of the Potomac in his search for one who would pursue General Lee and end the war. "Fighting Joe" Hooker seemed like just such a man, boasting "May God have mercy on Bobby Lee, for I shall have none." Events would prove otherwise.

In 1863, Chancellorsville was a convergence of crossroads and a large home owned by the Chancellors, often used as a boarding house. General Hooker made his headquarters at this home as he prepared to engage the Confederate Army. New recruits and supplies had arrived, winter was over and he was eager to get down to business. On the other hand, General Lee had spent the winter trying to ration supplies and boost the dismal morale of his dwindling troops. He received word that the Union Army was fortifying in the Carolinas to move towards Richmond- and Lee could not allow that. He sent some of his troops there, further weakening his troop strength.

Chancellorsville Intersection
This intersection of Route 3 and Elys Ford Road is the crossroads at Chancellorsville. Directly behind the camera is the Chancellor House.

On the morning of May 1, 1863 General Hooker had superior strength, supplies and strategic advantage having maneuvered his troops in such a way as to pin General Lee's Army in the hills between two sizable forces. Everyone knew the Confederate Army was in trouble. Hooker sent troops up to the ridge (high ground) where a skirmish with the Confederates ensued. The Union Army pressed on and gained the high ground. Then, for reasons no one quite understands and to the amazement (not to mention disappointment) of his men, Hooker ordered his troops to retreat. Several battles followed until Hooker's army ended up back at the crossroads. Lee ordered heavy artillery fire forcing the final retreat of the Union Army.

Chancellorsville House collage
The Chancellor House was completely destroyed when fire broke out from the artillery fire. The foundation (left) and front steps (right) are all that remain today.

Did Hooker look at Lee's troops and see a tremendous force even though they were quite teeny-tiny? What made Lee persevere despite being outnumbered and outgunned? I pondered those questions as we drove around the battle/skirmish sites marking Hooker's retreat. I think that I am sometimes like Hooker, seeing problems as mountains instead of the molehills they really are. I don't know if Lee was thinking of Isaiah 40:10- "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."- as he persevered and pursued Hooker's mighty army, but I certainly plan to the next time I face a "mountainous molehill."

Insect collage
Today's wildlife! I think the butterfly- larger but retreats when anything approaches- is like General Hooker, while the spider- smaller but stands his ground- is like General Lee.

Wednesday, November 17

God's Crayon Box

The whole concept of autumn- with it's chilly temperatures, frost, brilliantly-colored trees and the aroma of fireplace smoke- is quite intriguing to me, probably because for most of my life it has meant little more than a subtle shift from "scorching hot" to "cool but nice." This year, for the first time in many years, I have watched autumn unfold almost before my eyes. I have worn a jacket in SEPTEMBER! I have watched my frosty breath as I exhale in October. And now, as I walk through our neighborhood in November, I smell the wood burning in the fireplaces and watch the trees change color almost daily.

What makes some trees' leaves turn yellow and/or orange while others turn bright red and purple? Small amounts of yellow and orange pigment are in the leaves all along- we just can't see it during summer when there is so much green chlorophyll, which aids in the process of photosynthesis (turning water and carbon dioxide into oxygen and glucose), in the leaves . During the autumn season, trees begin to go dormant in preparation for winter with its decreased water and sunlight (also necessary for photosynthesis). The green chlorophyll disappears from the leaves leaving behind the yellow and orange pigments. And we see orange and yellow leaves. In some trees, like maples, glucose is trapped in the leaves after photosynthesis stops. Sunlight during the day and cool temperatures at night cause this glucose to turn red- and we see red and sometimes purple leaves. Other trees, like oaks, leave wastes in the leaves- and we see brown leaves.

That is the scientific answer to why leaves turn different colors in the fall. The simple answer is God has a really big box of crayons!

3 trees collage
"November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear."   Sir Francis Scott
(In case you don't know what "sear" means (I didn't), it's an Old English word meaning "dry"- but, of course, that would not rhyme with "drear!")

Tuesday, November 16

The Battle at Cold Harbor (Virginia)... June 3, 1864

By the summer of 1864, the Union and Confederate Armies had been fighting for three long, bloody years. Materials, men and morale were dwindling. Yet both sides were equally determined to fight to the death; equally convinced there could be no other way to achieve peace. To that end, military strategy and even the "art of combat" changed... often from battle to battle. Walking around the Cold Harbor battlefield, I could imagine the fighting, the carnage, the suffering... and came to respect both those soldiers (Blue and Gray) as well as all our soldiers past and present even more.

The battle at Cold Harbor was fought in central Virginia in and around what is now Mechanicsville (about ten miles northeast of Richmond)- the same ground the armies clashed over in 1862 during the  Seven Days Battles. Contrary to its name, there is no harbor at Cold Harbor but rather a meeting of crossroads and a local hotel that provided shelter (harbor) but no hot meals. There were several small skirmishes in late May and early June while the armies were getting into position but the real battle didn't begin until June 3, 1864.

Historians say it is one of America's bloodiest battles- 17,332 men killed, wounded or missing- and an overwhelming victory for the Confederacy. What I found interesting was that despite being out-numbered, out-gunned and without food, the Confederate Army won the battle. Why? Their leader, General Robert E. Lee, knew the big picture (the terrain) and had a plan; the commanders and soldiers were obedient, better disciplined and had better communication to and from General Lee. As I reflected on this while walking through the woods where some of the bloodiest fighting occurred, I was reminded that those same things make the Christian "soldier" victorious in spite of overwhelming odds... believing God, who not only knows the big picture but is sovereign over it, being obedient to His word, self-disciplined in all things and communicating with God through prayer regularly.

It has been said that the American Civil War was both the last of the ancient wars and the first of the modern wars. Certainly this period of history saw many advancements- the use of hot air balloons for reconnaissance, submarines and torpedoes to name a few. Smooth-bore muskets were used by infantry soldiers but snipers (also called sharp-shooters) used rifled muskets to pick off enemy scouts, infantry and especially the soldiers who manned the cannons. The new and improved rifled muskets were reserved for snipers because of their accuracy- from a treetop or lying in a dug out pit, they could hit a target 500 yards away although the distances were usually much less.

Sniper Pit
Sadly, the photo doesn't show depth but a sniper's pit is right in the middle.


Bullet-proof vest
Not many soldiers had "bullet-proof" vests. Interesting that officer's vests were more expensive (33% more!) than those for a private...

One of the very knowledgeable park rangers we met answered my many questions about the cannons- or in Army-speak, the artillery. The Union Army had more cannons throughout the war because they had several cannon foundries compared with one the South had in Richmond.  Eight men worked each cannon, drilling and practicing until they could do it in their sleep. Each man on a crew knew every other man's job as they were high-profile targets for the enemy. 

Cannon
This bad boy, knicknamed "Napolean" because French emporer Louis Napolean had supported the development of its design,  had a range of about 1600 yards. The crew could prep, load and fire in less than a minute!

Cannons fired several different kinds of projectiles. Perhaps the one used most frequently and inflicting the most damage to people was the canister. The shot was packaged in a" tin can" and when fired, the tin can disintegrated spraying shot everywhere. It was like a really big sawed-off shotgun and was particularly lethal when used at a range of 250 yards or less. Interestingly, artillery fire did not account for the majority of deaths and injury- ordinary musket fire did.

shot
The small ball in back and to the left of the Canister is a piece of shot. The Canister was filled with iron shot about the size of a large cherry.

Cannons were hitched to a two-wheeled carriage called a limber that was hitched to a team of six horses. Each limber carried one box of ammunition; additional ammunition and spare artillery tools were carried on a caisson. Caissons were also hitched to a limber and pulled by a team of six horses. Moving artillery around was neither simple nor quick. And once the cannons were in place, the horses had to be moved farther back, away from enemy snipers. The average age of an artillery horse was just eight months due to hard work, disease and enemy fire. 

Limer/Caisson collage
A limber (left) carried one box of ammunition which the driver sat on. A caisson (right) carried two or three ammo boxes and spare parts.

Trench warfare (a military strategy) was first used by Americans during the Civil War and by the Cold Harbor Battle, it had been nearly perfected, especially by the South. Soldiers dug trenches with whatever they had- shovels, cups, spoons, even their hands. Amazingly, the trenches, although shallower, are still visible nearly 150 years later. Walking beside the long line of trenches, it's not hard to imagine thousands of men lying cramped together waiting for the enemy to approach. At this battle, the Confederates were deeply entrenched and "let" the Union Army come to them. It proved to be a costly mistake for the Union. In his memoirs, General Ulysses S. Grant said, "I have always regretted that the last assault at Cold Harbor was ever made... no advantage whatever was gained to compensate for the heavy loss we sustained."

Trenches collage
While the trenches are intact, the landscape, unfortunately, is quite different now. At the time of the battle, trees were much more sparse (for example, not in the middle of a trench!) and there was little or no undergrowth as livestock kept it chewed down.

This was the fourth Civil War battlefield we've visited this year and each one has given me a different glimpse of our country's history in general and the Civil War in particular. The more I learn about this bloody war, the more questions I have!


Sunday, November 14

Fredericksburg, Virginia... December 11-14, 1862

In 1862, Fredericksburg, Virginia was a quaint little town  (population about 5,000) situated on the Rappahannock River. Large plantations produced a variety of crops and iron-working and mining were important industries. But it was its proximity to both Washington, D.C. (the Union capital) and Richmond (the Confederate capital) that brought this charming, genteel town into the Civil War... not once, but several times. The first battle took place in mid-December, 1862 when General Burnside's Union Army clashed with General Lee's Confederate Army with disastrous results for the Union.

As we toured the battlefield national park area as well as walked around the old part of town, we began to get a feel for what transpired here almost 150 years ago. It was both sobering and inspiring.

ORDINARY HOMES
General Burnside (Union) wanted to capture Richmond (thus ending the war, in his opinion) which required crossing the Rappahannock River into Fredericksburg. But it would not be an easy endeavor as General Lee (Confederate) had taken the precaution some time ago of burning all the bridges across the wide river. Burnside's plan was to meet the Army engineers across the river from Fredericksburg, have them build a pontoon bridge and then, with the element of surprise on their side, march into town. However, the pontoons arrived ten days late, the element of surprise was lost and the Confederate Army was ready and waiting.

General Burnside made his headquarters at Chatham Manor (the Lacy House) on the east side of the river, which had been used by the Union Army since April, 1862. The plantation owner (and slave owner), James Lacy, was serving in the Confederate Army as a staff officer when Union troops arrived and commandeered the estate. His wife and children abandoned the plantation and moved across the river to Fredericksburg.

Lacy House- original entrance
Built in the mid-1700's, this 1280-acre plantation was an ordinary plantation home that had some extraordinary visitors: George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Walt Whitman, Clara Barton and Abraham Lincoln to name a few. It is the only building that both Washington and Lincoln visited.

Once it was taken over by the Union Army, it became a working military post with a strategy center,  housing for officers and even was used as a hospital after the battle. Eventually soldiers ripped the paneling off the walls to use as firewood and then marked the walls with graffiti- interesting that the "art" hasn't changed much in over a century!

Lacy House collage
The top left photo shows the manor's original back entrance which is now the front entrance. Today the National Park Service is housed in the building. The tree in the bottom right photo was there when the battle was fought; most of the other trees on the estate are "new."

By the end of the war, the plantation and manor had been ravaged. Blood stained floors, walls, furniture and draperies. Windows were broken, walls marred and the grounds trampled. It remained a shattered shell of its previous style and elegance until 1920 when new owners restored it to its former beauty.

View from Lacy House
The proximity to the river (and town) made Chatham Manor a valuable asset to the Union Army. (Chatham Manor is directly behind the camera.) The church spires in Fredericksburg were there at the time of the battle but saw little or no damage.

Back to the battle: The battle was no longer a surprise and General Lee had reinforced his position in two places- directly across the river in the homes that lined the riverfront and in the surrounding hills. When the pontoons finally arrived, Union engineers began putting the bridges together under cover of fog. As the fog lifted, Confederate snipers across the river began picking them off. The Union responded with cannons (causing much damage to the houses across the river) and drove the Rebel soldiers back. The Union Army finally crossed the Rappahannock only to loot the homes and shops, destroying and stealing whatever they could- not their finest moment.

Meanwhile, General Lee was reinforcing his position across town at Marye's Heights, a natural high ground with a sunken road at the base. And as if the high ground and sunken road were not enough of an advantage, there was also a stone fence the entire length of the field. 

Wall at Sunken Road
The Sunken Road is on the other side of the wall, most of which has been restored or rebuilt since the battle. There is one section of original wall at the far right side.

The Union Army advanced from the riverfront, passing houses and businesses,  to engage the Confederate Army here at Marye's Heights. 

Union side of house
Union soldiers marched up through the now modern neighborhood in the back, which would have been mostly fields and a few houses, past this house that was there during the battle. How close was it to the "front?"

House with wall
THAT close!

The modest Innis House had wisely been evacuated by the Confederate Army prior to the onslaught of fighting. The National Park Service has restored the outside of the house leaving just one small section to show damage. But the inside of the house is pockmarked from musket and artillery fire. Although the house is locked at this time, you can peer in the windows for a look back into time.

Damage collage
Left- One of only a few original planks in the Innis House showing musket ball damage.
Right- The left gate post of this private family cemetery shows artillery damage.

After a few small skirmishes, the battle at Marye's Heights began in earnest. Union soldiers started advancing across the open fields but division after division was cut down by Confederate artillery and musket fire with no Union soldier getting within 25 yards of the stone wall. Confederate soldiers watched in disbelief as wave after wave (six in all) of Union troops kept on coming straight at the wall but they continued to fight. Mercifully, night came and the fighting stopped. The Union Army suffered nearly 13,000 casualties that day- and the enemy was still in place. The next evening the Union Army began their retreat.

EXTRAORDINARY MEN
As night fell on December 13, 1862 the field in front of the stone wall was littered with dead, dying and wounded Union soldiers. Those that could walk made their way to the back. Doctors and nurses helped those who were near the back, working towards the front. As dawn broke on December 14th, thousands of wounded soldiers were still lying on the field. As the day wore on, their pleas for water, blankets and help were deafening. Both sides were emotionally moved but also fearful to help. Until Richard Rowland Kirkland, a Confederate sergeant filled as many canteens as he could carry with water, gathered blankets and rushed out onto the battlefield... to help his ENEMY! Union soldiers looked on in disbelief while Confederate soldiers stood ready to mow down anyone who even looked like they might harm the sergeant. Kirkland made numerous trips at great risk to himself to help not only people he did not know, but people who just hours before he had been shooting at.

Statue
Kirkland was described by friends as a religious, moderately educated, kind young man. He went on to fight in several more battles before being mortally wounded in the Battle of Chickamauga in 1863. His final words were, "Tell my pa, I died right."

Although most of the townspeople fled the battle scene, they often were not far away witnessing the thick smoke in the air and the hoarse screams of wounded soldiers. After the battle, they returned only to find their homes badly damaged, their possessions plundered and make-shift graves in their yards. With perseverance and hard work they set about rebuilding their homes and town.

The soldiers on both sides were mostly young men who were somewhat educated. They were God-fearing, hard working "regular Joe's." Most were passionate about their beliefs and reasons for fighting. Those who died in battle were either buried at the battle site (Union) or returned to Richmond for burial (Confederate). After the war, the bodies of Union soldiers at Fredericksburg were exhumed and reburied at the Fredericksburg National Cemetery.

Union Cemetary collage
Fredericksburg National Cemetery is the final resting place for more than 15, 000 United States soldiers- most of them Union soldiers who died in the battles around Fredericksburg. Sadly, over 80% of the soldiers are unknown.

The graves seem to stretch as far as we could see. The hill is terraced with row after row of graves. Some have markers with a name and state identified. Other, smaller markers, have two numbers- the top number is the site number and the bottom number indicates how many bodies are buried in that grave. 

Grave Marker collage
Mass graves do exist... right here in the United States.

Dead Confederate soldiers that were not moved to Richmond were buried at the Confederate Cemetery in Fredericksburg. It is much smaller and more run-down looking. It seemed that they also used mass graves for unknown soldiers- 2184 of the 3300 Confederate soldiers are unknown.

Confederate Cemetary collage
We wondered if President Lincoln had been alive to oversee the reburial process if there would be just one cemetery for all United States Civil War soldiers, rather than separate ones. As he once said, "A house divided against itself cannot stand."