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Pinstripe Press Blog: Author and Historian Michael Aubrecht
March 18, 2008
Back to work (kinda')

Tomorrow evening (Wed.) I will be doing my presentation on ‘Backyard History’ for the Lee’s Hill ’55 Club at their Lee’s Hill South Community Center. As this is a private affair and I never use the same talk more than once (I prefer to customize each one for each group), I will be sure to post transcripts, as well as thumbnails of my slides over on my website on Thursday. This will be the first time that I leave the house since returning from the hospital two weeks ago and I am extremely excited. In fact, it’s the first thing I’ve done in five weeks. The audience will be about 80 people and I can't wait to share some local history with this prestigious group.

UPDATE 3/19: Things could not have gone better at my talk tonight. I spoke for about an hour and there were approx. 70 people in attendance. I had a great time and was surprised somewhat to get a lot of baseball questions too after my formal Q&A. (Eric our book concept appears to be a hit as many of those in the audience had read about it on this blog.) The food was great, the people very attentive, and I made some new friends for sure. Most of them promised to attend my next presentation and book signing. I will post the complete transcripts with slide pics over on my website on Thursday and provide a link here. I am exhausted and a bit sore, but it was well worth it. It was nice to get out of the house and go somewhere other than a hospital for a change. Plus... I must admit it was quite a thrill to see my name in big letters up on the lighted marquee. Very cool indeed.

BTW: Here is a link to a promo page for the baseball book: You Stink!


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Updated: March 20, 2008 11:05 AM EDT
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March 17, 2008
Happy St. Patrick's Day

In honor of today's holiday, here is an excerpt taken from The Southern Cross: a Civil War Devotional by Michael Aubrecht. Now available from the Patriot Press Gettysburg, PA.

 

The Fighting Irish: An essay of encouragement

According to the doctrine of the Catholic faith, one of the most important duties that a priest performs is administering the act of Last Rites. It is a form of absolution given to a dying person. In times of war, men would obviously fall on the battlefield without the benefit of having a priest nearby. In order to accommodate this unfortunate circumstance, Catholic chaplains performed a universal form of the ritual of Last Rites prior to the battle. Much like their Protestant peers, the Catholics gathered together on the eve of (or hours before) an anticipated engagement for a religious service. The ceremony included the administering of “Last Rites,” granting general absolution to all who were present, in the event that some of them were killed on the battlefield later.

This service was especially important to brigades that were composed of immigrants of Irish and German extraction. Perhaps the most famous of these was the “Irish Brigade,” who deployed with Father William Corby. The American Civil War Web site describes his invaluable service stating, “For many Civil War soldiers, both North and South, religion served to provide hope and meaning, given what they endured during this bloody, violent conflict. When possible, men of the church would take an active role in lending such to the troops both during times of idleness and of combat.”

They add, “The Reverend Father William Corby, chaplain to the Union’s ‘Irish Brigade’ among others, extended general absolution to all soldiers, Catholic and non-Catholic alike. He was also known to administer Last Rites to the dying on the field while under fire. Prior to the conflict in the Wheatfield on the second day of the Battle of Gettysburg, he offered general absolution to the Irish Brigade. Despite the loss of 506 of their men during that day’s battle, one soldier stated that, because of Father Corby, he felt as strong as a lion after that and felt no fear although his comrade was shot down beside him. Not the only example of heroism by people of the clergy, Chaplain William Hoge ignored the Union Blockade to bring Bibles to Southern soldiers.”

Father Corby was born in Detroit, Michigan, on October 2, 1833, to Daniel and Elizabeth Corby. Daniel was a native of King’s County, Ireland and Elizabeth was a citizen of Canada. Daniel became a prominent real estate dealer and one of the wealthiest landowners in the country. He also helped to found many parishes in Detroit and build many churches. His son William attended the common schools until he was sixteen and then joined his father’s business for four years. Daniel realized that William had a calling to the priesthood and a desire to go to college, so he sent him and his two younger brothers to the ten-year-old University of Notre Dame in South Bend, Indiana. The Congregation of the Holy Cross staffed the school then, as they continue to today.

After graduation, William Corby returned to the school and became a faculty member. During the Civil War, he volunteered his services as a chaplain in the Union Army at the request of Father Sorin, who was the superior-general of the Congregation of the Holy Cross. Corby resigned his professorship at Notre Dame and was assigned as chaplain to the 88th New York Volunteer Infantry in the famed “Irish Brigade” of Thomas Francis Meagher. It has been written that he boarded the train with a song on his lips—singing, “I’ll hang my harp on a willow tree. I’m off to the wars again: A peaceful home has no charm for me. The battlefield no pain.”

For the next three years, Father Corby ministered to the troops with great enthusiasm, making him popular with the men. According to the Catholic Cultural Society, “Chaplains, like officers, won the common soldiers’ respect with their bravery under fire. Father Corby’s willingness to share the hardships of the men with a light-hearted attitude and his calm heroism in bringing spiritual and physical comfort to men in the thick of the fighting won him the esteem and the friendship of the men he served. Frequently under fire, Corby moved among casualties on the field, giving assistance to the wounded and absolution to the dying. For days after the battles, he inhabited the field hospitals to bring comfort to men in pain.”

Known for their glorious (and disastrous) charge at Fredericksburg, the “Irish Brigade” also made a gallant stand at Gettysburg, where their priest has been forever memorialized in a modest statue that stands near the Pennsylvania Monument. The Catholic Cultural Society describes a defining moment for both the brigade and their chaplain by recalling, “Before the Brigade engaged the Confederate soldiers at a wheat field just south of Gettysburg, Father William Corby, in a singular event that lives in the history of the Civil War, addressed the troops. Placing his purple stole around his neck, Corby climbed atop a large boulder and offered absolution to the entire unit, a ceremony never before performed in America.

[L.F.] Kohl, editor of Corby’s memoirs, tells us that Father Corby sternly reminded the soldiers of their duties, warning that the Church would deny a proper Christian burial to any that wavered and did not uphold the flag. The members of the Brigade were admonished to confess their sins in the correct manner at their earliest opportunity.” At the end of the day, 198 of the men whom Father Corby had blessed had been killed.

After the war, in 1865, Father Corby returned to the university at Notre Dame where he was made vice president. Within a year, he was named president of the institution, and at the end of his term in 1872, Father Corby was sent to Sacred Heart College. He returned to Notre Dame as president in 1877 where he became known as the “Second Founder of Notre Dame” for his successful effort in rebuilding the campus following a devastating fire. Later he became assistant-general for the worldwide order.

Father Corby wrote a book of his recollections entitled “Memoirs of Chaplain Life.” He stated, “Oh, you of a younger generation, think of what it cost our forefathers to save our glorious inheritance of union and liberty! If you let it slip from your hands you will deserve to be branded as ungrateful cowards and undutiful sons. But, no! You will not fail to cherish the prize—it is too sacred a trust—too dearly purchased.”

He died in 1897 and as he was being buried, surviving veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic sang this song: “Answering the call of roll on high. Dropping from the ranks as they make reply. Filling up the army of the by and by.”


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Updated: March 17, 2008 5:24 PM EDT
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Keep on - keepin' on

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish friends! (No green here, sorry, I’m Austrian.) I spent this morning speaking with the good folks at WWED 89.5 FM Fredericksburg and WWEM 91.7 FM in Lynchburg (Bluegrass/Gospel). My publishers at Patriot Press have generously donated 20 copies of The Southern Cross and additional copies of Shades of Gray to be offered as gifts for their radio pledge drives. We are also recording several 90 sec. spots featuring devotional readings (by myself) that are taken from TSC. You will begin hearing these spots broadcast throughout the course of the week in the Central VA area fairly soon.

Traci Lower, my publisher at Patriot Press has already begun selling copies to stores up in Gettysburg and there will be additional announcements and book reviews for me to share with you very soon. The book has been announced both at the Christian networks ShoutLife and FaithWriters and the orders are already beginning to come in. This looks to be a blessed project for sure, and I am grateful for the early interest and support that we have received.

Additionally, Eric W. sent me the draft of his wonderful half of our Preface for the baseball book project and I have begun assembling completed materials here and there. The good folks at The History Press are also beginning design on the cover and promo materials of Houses of the Holy so I will have handouts at my upcoming lectures. And speaking of lectures, I spent the afternoon learning to use the digital projector that I borrowed for my Wed. talk at the ’55 Club. Very cool technology indeed. All an author needs nowadays is a laptop and one of these projectors and he’s a one-man traveling multimedia show.

Health-wise, I am doing much better. I started doing office work from home this week and I get stronger everyday. The pain is manageable, but I do get tired. Recovery is a tedious process indeed and patience is the key. The meds help, but I know when they wear off and it will be sometime before I’m able to be med-free. Everyday brings a smile to my face though and I’ll be back to ‘normal’ (w/ some radical life-style changes) soon enough.

BTW: Friday I had a wonderful phone conversation with my good friend Richard Williams who also has a lot of great stuff going on too. Between him, and Eric, and John Hennessy, the good folks at CWi and the Civil War Chatroom, I have plenty of historians pushing me to get better. It’s nice to have a ‘professional’ support group like that. Even my blog readers continue to send their regards. Thanks guys and gals. I appreciate you all more than I can say.


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Updated: March 17, 2008 3:27 PM EDT
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March 16, 2008
?May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope?? (Romans 15:13)

The rest of my family is at church as I type this, and I must say that I miss attending worship VERY much. (I’m actually listening to John Tesh Live Worship at Red Rock as I post.) It has been 4 weeks since I have been able to go to Sun. service or Wed. night Bible study, and although I have had a visit from my pastor and numerous cards and phone calls from fellow members, there is nothing like being there in the house of God. I am very blessed to belong to a very active and prospering Presbyterian church. Today my oldest daughter, who is an Acolyte (which is like an alter-boy), will be presented with her first adult Bible. My oldest son will be going on a mission trip with our Youth Group in a few weeks to help rebuild houses in New Orleans, and my wife is faithfully attending our couple’s class without me. Even my littlest ones are learning about Jesus in their nursery class. So for now, I’m the ONLY one not doing anything worship-related and it is driving me a little nuts. They did post a nice promo page for my upcoming lecture on their website. Thankfully I’ll have time to heal completely before then. This Wed. I’m sure I’ll be ‘hanging’ on the podium at the Lee’s Hill Club, but that won’t keep me from yapping away. God is great and He’ll make sure I get through this and come out stronger on the other end.

I always like to share this poem that was apparently found on the body of a dead Confederate soldier. It certainly keeps things in perspective.

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked God for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for - but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among men, most richly blessed.
Amen


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March 14, 2008
Done and Done'r

Today I started working from home where I will be for the next two weeks before returning to the office. Below is a screen capture of the new splash-page that I created for my website to promote The Southern Cross. I am ‘meeting’ with our local radio folks on Monday to discuss the recording of multiple Daily Devotional readings from the book that will circulate on the air at their Fredericksburg and Lexington FM stations. Stay tuned for details on that one. I also mailed the finished files for Houses of the Holy to the publisher, so for the first time in over 2 years, I am NOT writing a manuscript. Of course Eric and I have been finalizing the outline for our baseball book project, but as that is an on-going side-venture, the pressure is off. Wow! It feels nice for a change, not to have to work on something deadline-oriented. In fact, the ONLY piece of research/writing that I have on my plate is my presentation on the life and death Sgt. Kirkland that I will be giving to the Fredericksburg Civil War Round Table at the University of Mary Washington in May. Perhaps I should get started?


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March 13, 2008
A different point of view on Stonewall

This month, the Virginia Magazine of History and Biography (Vol 116. No. 1) features what appears to be an insightful article by Christopher Lawton titled, The Pilgrim's Progress: Thomas J. Jackson's Journey Toward Civility and Citizenship. It looks to be a great piece of research/writing and I look forward to reading it very much.

According to the abstract on Mr. Lawton’s essay: “Whereas other historians have challenged James I. Robertson, Jr.'s assertions about the importance of the book of maxims in understanding Jackson's character, this article contends that Jackson was extraordinarily concerned with defining and following a hegemonic model of white, middle-class manhood.”

It will be interesting to see the author's conclusion for sure.

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Updated: March 14, 2008 9:46 AM EDT
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Promo poster

I just got a PDF of the posters that were designed by Stan Huie and the good people at SPC for my upcoming lecture. I can't wait to see the printed versions. See full-scale PDF


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March 12, 2008
The MOC and NAACP?

According to an article that recently ran here in The Free Lance-Star, members trying to find new homes for the Museum of the Confederacy met with the local chapter of the NAACP. Why? With no disrespect to the organization as a whole, why meet with them, or any other special interest group? Are they investing monies in it? Are they going to have any direct influence into the decision making and operational aspects of the museum? No. This is a touchy subject for me as I live in the immediate area and would love to work there. However, I am dumbfounded at the ridiculous amount of politics that it takes to open a museum. The amount of meetings and forums that have already taken place (in which everyone and their mother think they have a say) is astounding too.

The goal, according to the story is to make sure that the ‘whole’ story of the Confederacy is told. I agree that this is crucial, BUT I also challenge those attempting to build the nearby slavery museum to tell the whole story of slavery too. I expect there to be an exhibit on how slaves were introduced and baptized into Christianity. After all, that’s part of the WHOLE story. Of course I have NO right to demand anything - and neither do they. Once again, no disrespect to these special-interest groups or their demographics, I just don't see this as any of their business. 

Anyone that thinks that this idea of trying to make everyone happy is a good thing needs to look a little deeper. It has NOTHING to do with history and everything to do with “What’s in it for me?”


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Diary of a teenager

Today has been an exceptionally good day for me. I am so very blessed. First, I received the good news that I will be able to use Mort Kunstler’s wonderful “Changing of the Picket’s” as the cover art on my upcoming book Houses of the Holy: Historic Churches of Fredericksburg. I won’t discuss the terms, but I am very grateful for sure. I also firmed up the delivery of all of the digital manuscript and photography files with the good folks at The History Press. That’s another one in the can and the next time that I see anything HOH-related it will be in the form of a book galley. Life is good my friends, with or without a ‘working’ back.

I wanted to share something with a little more substance today as I will be gone tomorrow having my stitches removed. Next Wed. I will finally give that presentation on ‘Backyard History’ to the good people of the Lee’s Hill ’55 Club. One of the nearby locations that I’ll be highlighting is a manor down the road called “Hilton.” And one of the associated individuals that I will be covering is a sassy little miss named Lizzie Alsop, whose father was a wealthy and influential man responsible the construction of a variety of estates in our area. Most of them are still standing today.

Here are some excerpts from my notes for the talk on Hilton and Lizzie:

Samuel Alsop Jr, Oakley's builder, was born in Spotsylvania County in March of 1776. He was the son of Samuel Alsop, Sr., and married Dorothea "Dolly" Campbell, in 1802. Alsop began to accumulate land beginning with an inheritance of acreage from his grandfather and continued to acquire large land holdings in Spotsylvania and Caroline Counties. It is estimated that he owned over $65,000 of real estate and $75,000 in personal property, which included slaves. He was the “Donald Trump’ of the day here in Fredericksburg.

In 1816, he purchased 849 acres of land from a Dr. George French and began construction of the Federal-style house that would be Oakley Farm. This dwelling was one of four such houses that he built for each of his four daughters at the time of their respective marriages. Another Alsop construction that you are probably familiar with is the Spottswood Inn that stands out on Spotsylvania Court House.  He also supervised the construction of the Old Berea Church.

At his death in 1858, Samuel and his wife lived at what today is known as ‘Breezeland’ (during the war better known as Fairview), which still stands behind the Breezewood shopping center on Route 208. Years ago I used to live in a townhouse up there in Breezewood. They had been working on that house for years and a friend and I wanted to see how the restoration turned out, so we pretended to be investors and showed up at the open house. [To this day, I would love to pick that house up and drop it in the middle of the woods somewhere.]

‘Hilton’ is the home that I would like to focus on today. (Map / photo slides). It is private property now, so I didn’t get to photograph it. But thankfully I have plenty to talk about it as we have the accounts of Elizabeth Alsop who wrote extensively about spending the Christmas of 1862 there.

Lizzie was a teenage girl during the Civil War and she kept a detailed diary that showed her contempt for the Union soldiers. She also struggled with her own faith later after realizing that the South’s Cause was lost. Like most high-society gals in 1862, Lizzie was a big supporter of the war effort. And we can tell by here writings that she was very confident about the Confederacy winning the war.

For example, on Sunday night June 29th 1862 she wrote:

Hurrah for the Southern Confederacy!!!!! Joy! Joy! Joy!!!! Glorious news! Mr. Marye has just been over to tell us the joyful news-viz! To night Mr. Green Howe Daniel came down from Mr. James Scott's, about 30 miles distant, and brought a true copy of telegraphic dispatches received by Col. Fontaine from his son in Richmond. First ran as follows McClellan's Army in retreat, our Army pursuing already they have gotten so far that the guns cannot be heard in Richmond.

According to NPS historian John Hennessy “Lizzie was just 16 when she started her diary, and it’s remarkable in many respects. She was a first-rate flirt and chronicles her flirtations thoroughly (in fact, I think hers is one of the best testimonials in existence on 19th Century courting practices). But she was also politically and culturally aware and offers some great commentary on the Union occupation, family, and destruction.”

On Dec 29th 1862 Lizzie wrote what brought them from their main estate, which I believe was called Sunnyside, to Hilton manor on the hill:

Oh the changes, the changes, to which we are subjected, some for better some for worse, but all of which are the workings of a "Mysterious Providence." I am spending Xmas, with Father Mother Nannie & Em, yet not at home. How strangely all things work together for good, if it is for our true good, that we should be driven from our loved home; so many cast on the cold charities of the world; and yet this war develops people's characters. Some we formerly believed, unselfish gentlemen of refinement & polish, show that they too can act as rudely as the merest mechanic. Others whom we consider, close, cowards, selfish & c have now come out & manifested their real selves.

Five weeks ago Father Mother Nannie, Mr. & Mrs. Allen fled from Fredericksburg, thought to be in imminent danger; and took refuge in this house [Hilton], and here they have been ever since & are likely to remain for some time. During the shelling of Fredericksburg, November 11th 1862, very few citizens remained in town, not more a hundred & fifty if so many. Uncle William & Mrs. Foulke were at our house, but after the Yankees crossed over they left. The house was very much injured, every room rendered not inhabitable except two. The garden & yard turned into the common, the furniture nearly all cut up or very much injured...

[Thanks to the wonderful folks at the NPS, I have the entire transcripts of Lizzie’s diary and plan to write something much more extensive for the newspaper, perhaps even a series if possible. It is amazing to see how even teenagers back then had such a mature and patriotic grasp on the world around them. Sadly it is something that is less common today.]


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Updated: March 12, 2008 4:34 PM EDT
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Paparazzi Historians

Last night I watched about 20 minutes of a documentary on paparazzi, the scourge of the entertainment world. It got me thinking about another scourge, paparazzi historians. What are those? Well much like the guerilla photographers, they themselves seem to only be able to create something by disrupting the lives of their subjects. The unfortunate reality of their existence is that they appear to be so distracted by the constant assault on the work of others; they themselves fail to contribute anything on their own. What surprises me is the self-appointed qualifications to do so that they thrust upon themselves.

  • They criticize books, yet they themselves have never published one…
  • They criticize films, yet they themselves have never produced one...
  • They criticize heritage organizations, yet they themselves belong to none…
  • They criticize newspapers and magazines, yet they themselves don’t contribute to one…
  • They criticize religion, yet they themselves don’t practice one…
  • They criticize declarations and license plates of states that they don’t live in…

They are the unpleasant bully in the corner of the sandbox, waiting for some one else to build something, so they can walk over and knock it down. They create nothing tangible themselves, contribute nothing for others to critique, and ultimately hamper the preservation and presentation of history despite their adoration of it.

Teenagers sometimes go through that stage when they ‘hate everything’ and walk around sulking and itching to pick an argument. These paparazzi historians never grew out of that stage. They troll the Internet, blogs, magazines, and papers, looking for something to harp on… anything remotely related.

In the end, they are so obsessed with what other people do, their entire existence turns into the criticizing of it. The worst part of all is that they think their opinions matter so much that their destructive, and at times, ignorant analysis will garner them the same respect as those that they critique.

It’s a bothersome existence to say the least. In fact, it’s a little sad as if they spent half of the energy that they do tearing other people down in the creation of something themselves, it would probably be very good.

I know, that you know these kinds of paparazzi historians too. It must be a terrible feeling to have to attack everything that you see around you all the time. Certainly, it’s no fun to be the bully.

There is an old-saying that I would like to skew for purposes here: “There are those that can do, and those that live to criticize those that can do.” I pray that I never become the latter.


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