Traveling the back roads of rural Wisconsin
A rural Irish country cottage

Show me first the graveyards of a country and I will tell you the true character of the people ~ Benjamin Franklin

This is Bonneyville Mill which is located near Bristol, IN

Month: November 2013

A Revolutionary War soldiers Thanksgiving

In my last post I wrote of my favorite book, and one I recommend, the journal of a Revolutionary War Private, called “A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier by Joseph Plumb Martin. The following is an exert of the book where he wrote of a Thanksgiving day celebration of 1777.

While we lay here (in "the Gulf") there was a Continental thanksgiving ordered by Congress; and as the army had all the cause in the world to be particularly thankful, if not for being well off, at least that it was no worse, we were ordered to participate in it. We had nothing to eat for two or three days previous, except what the trees of the fields and forests afforded us. But we must now have what Congress said–a sumptuous thanksgiving to close the year of high living we had now nearly seen brought to a close. Well–to add something extraordinary to our present stock of provisions–our country, ever mindful of its suffering army, opened her sympathizing heart so wide, upon this occasion, as to give us something to make the world stare. And what do you think it was, reader? -Guess.- You cannot guess, be you as much of a Yankee as you will. I will tell you: it gave each and every man half a gill of rice, and a table spoon full of vinegar!!

After we had made sure of this extraordinary superabundant donation, we were ordered out to attend a meeting and hear a sermon delivered upon the occasion. We accordingly went, for we could not help it. I heard a sermon, a “thanksgiving sermon,” what sort of one I do not know now, nor did I at the time I heard it. I had something else to think “And the soldiers said unto him, And what shall we do? And he said unto them, Do violence to no man, nor accuse any one falsely.”

The preacher ought to have added the remainder of the sentence (from Luke 3:14) to have made it complete: "And be content with your wages.” But that would not do, it would be too apropos; however, he heard it as soon as the service was over, it was shouted from a hundred tongues.

Well– we had got through the services of the day and had nothing to do but to return in good order to our tents and fare as we could. As we returned to our camp, we passed by our Commissary’s quarters; all his stores, consisting of a barrel about two thirds full of hocks of fresh beef, stood directly in our way, but there was a sentinel guarding even that; however, one of my messmates purloined a piece of it, four or five pounds perhaps. I was exceeding glad to see him take it; I thought it might help to eke out our thanksgiving supper; but, alas! how soon my expectations were blasted! The sentinel saw him have it as soon as I did and obliged him to return it to the barrel again. So I had nothing else to do but to go home and make out my supper as usual, upon a leg of nothing and no turnips.

A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier by Joseph Plumb Martin

Journals from the American Revolution are few and far between, and ones from the common soldier are almost nonexistent. Pvt. Joseph Plumb Martin, was one of latter, that suffered and sacrificed as many of our ancestors had to make the country what it is today. The journal is called “A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier by Joseph Plumb Martin”. It was originally published in the 1830, when Martin was an elderly man, but his diary begins in the early days of the war when he was a young spirited teenager and follows him through out the war. Here is the audio book on YouTube:

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