photo copyrighted by Jen Goellnitz (http://www.drawthesword.goellnitz.org).
Louis was your husband’s grandfather and yours, too! How strange, really and not something anyone would want to speak of… my how times have changed.
Enos Louis Blair was born in Lacolle Canada in 1826 and emigrated in 1842. He was my great, great, great-grandfather. I discovered this summer that he’d served in the Civil War. A bit more digging yesterday and the damn of information broke free.
I’m literally swimming in all this wonderful history! How can you not love familysearch.org? The photo above commemorates the 9th Calvary, of which Enos served from Nov. 1861 – April 1863 when he was discharged due to “disability.”
And so, here is the first installment of Sue’s imagination.
Hang on, it’s gonna take flight…
September 27, 1861
Enos Louis Blair was 38 years old and living in the United States illegally. He glanced down at the document laid on the table. With this piece of velum he would be joining the Union army. He would be serving in a war that’d threatened to rip his surrogate country apart.
“Do you speak English, soldier?” The man asked as he handed him the quill.
“Non. But a little.”
“Make your mark here.” He pointed with a filthy hand. Fatigue reflected in the harsh lines on the man’s face. Behind Enos stretched hundreds who’d also heard the call and were milling about, waiting to enlist. Rouses Point, New York had been transformed almost overnight as the men continued to arrive.
“You ride? Comprende?” He made a motion like riding a horse.
“Take this paper and see the Sargent in the next building. He’ll set you up with a mount.”
Enos held his hat and tried to look like he understood. When he hesitated, the man impatiently gestured to the right.
“Horse,” he said and pointed as if Enos were a child, “that way.”
He slipped on the cap on and left the crudely erected building. There was no turning back now. Not that he would. Enos had lived in New York since crossing the border in the brutal winter of 1842. He’d found hope here and something he needed more desperately as a farmer without land; he’d found work.
This was his country, though he wasn’t naturalized. He didn’t need a piece of paper to know what needed to be done. When his president called, he stepped up.
The farming could wait until the war was over.
Stayed tuned for the next chapter…. and Happy New Years, everyone!
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