Showing posts with label Murfreesboro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Murfreesboro. Show all posts

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Day One Hundred Five 2012

Neil and I visited daughter Kelly and grandson Knox today. Knox says "Hi!"
After lunch, we stopped by Stones River Battlefield (which is in Murfreesboro, Tennessee). A Civil War reenactment group was demonstrating the steps the soldiers went through to load and fire their cannons.
They should have warned us to cover our ears before they fired the cannon. Boom!
Grandson Knox was all happy on his grandpa's lap in his cap and shades, enjoying the sunshine. Then they fired the cannon. The loud boom scared Knox (and all of us) half to death. He cried for ten minutes, maybe more, after that. Poor kid.
Joe Cool. Before the cannon went off.
Granny and Grandpa and Knox.
As far as the eye can see....Across the street from the battlefield is the cemetery where thousands of Union soldiers are buried.
Long may she wave!
Back at the house, it's supper time for Knox. He is digging the rice cereal now.















Rice rice baby! We had a great time today. Knox was worn out and finally went to sleep (hopefully for the night!) Good times, great memories!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Day Ninety Four











My great great grandfather, Robert James Campbell Gailbreath, a Confederate soldier from Gainesboro, Tennessee, was wounded in the Battle of Murfreesboro, December 31, 1862. His arm was amputated and he died January 12, 1863. He is buried in a mass grave along with 2000 other Confederate soldiers in Evergreen Cemetery in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. I've always wanted to visit his grave site and got the chance today. Our daughter, Kelly, lives in Murfreesboro not far from the battlefield where her great great great grandfather was wounded and later died. We spent this beautiful afternoon with the dead, walking around The Confederate Circle at Evergreen, then heading over to the battlefield at Stone's River where the thousands of Union soldiers are buried. We spent a lot of time in the cemetery. The next time we visit, we plan to walk the battlefield and maybe get a feel for some of the last moments of RJC Gailbreath's life. By the way, his name is misspelled on the headstone.