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This reminiscence of daily life on a Southern plantation during the Civil War was originally published in 1888. Filled with vivid details of everything from methods of making dyes and preparing foods to race relations and the effects of the war, the book is an unusual and beautifully written primary source of Southern life inside the blockade imposed by the Union.
A personal account of life in southern Alabama during the Civil War, 1861-1865, written by Parthenia Antoniette Vardaman Hague born in 1838 in Georgia. She was living near Eufaula, Alabama during this time. She wrote about her family, neighbors, friends, and other people living in southern Alabama and how they had to become self- sufficient when the North blockaded the Southern States at the beginning of the Civil War. The South was almost totally dependent on the North for food, clothing, shoes, supplies, etc., especially in southern Alabama.
This is a memoir written by a Southern woman during the Civil War that talks about what life was like in the Deep South and the effects the North's naval blockade had.
The story of the Confederate Navy been told less often than the spectacular history of the armies, but many of the familiar elements are there: the exuberant hopes of the Confederacy, the risk in spite of very long odds against success, the basic deficits in resources becoming desperate needs, and the dogged, exhausted persistence in the face of certain defeat. The story is epic in its importance to a nation and a people. New strategies and developing technology, however, introduce new elements into this story of the Civil War. The officers and men of the Confederate Navy were defeated at every turn by a national policy and a local tangle of political, economic, and social issues. Southern officers resigned their Union Navy commissions to fight for principle -- and soon found themselves enmeshed in construction schedules and bureaucratic delays. All too often, naval officers on both sides found themselves engaged in what is now termed "modern warfare". In this story of the Civil War, the phrase "arms and the man" begins to take on the contemporary ring of man and machine and man within and against the system.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ... XIV. Just as soon as the railroads could be repaired and bridges builded anew, I made haste to get to my father's again to find how all had gone with them while our foes were marching through Georgia. I had tried for three months or more to get a letter or message of some sort to them, as they had to me, but all communication for the time being was completely broken up. I had spent many sad hours thinking of those at home, and was almost afraid to hear from them; but as soon as a train ran to Columbus, I ventured forth. I had traveled over the same road time and again, on my way to and from home, but now as I beheld the ruins of grim-visaged war, whichever way I cast my eyes, I must confess to a somewhat rebellious and bitter feeling. There are moments in the experience of every human being when the heart overflows like the great Egyptian river, and cannot be restrained. "O thou great God of Israel!" I cried, "why hast thou permitted this dire calamity to befall us? Why is it that our homes are so despoiled?" And I marveled not at the captive Hebrews' mournful plaint, as by the rivers of Babylon they hung their harps on the willows. As the train slowed up on the Alabama side of the Chattahoochee River, I looked eagerly over to the opposite bank, where the home of my father was situated. For a few seconds my pulse must have ceased to throb, as I beheld the ruins of the city of Columbus. With others I took my seat in an omnibus and was driven to the river's edge, there to await the coming of the ferry-boat which had been built since all the bridges on the river had been burned by the hostile army. The scene seemed so unreal that like Abou Hassan, the caliph of fiction, I was thinking of biting my fingers to make sure I was really awake....
This is a memoir written by a Southern woman during the Civil War that talks about what life was like in the Deep South and the effects the North's naval blockade had.
Ms. Hague recounts her personal recollections of the civil war, describing the ingenious and laborious efforts to maintain a decent life in a small village in Alabama.