Daniel Klingel: A Free Labor Triumph Destroyed by its Very Defense

By Emily Jumba ’24

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community. Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering. This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

Daniel Klingel (Clingle/Kelingel) was born around 1839 to Daniel and Sarah (Salome) Klingel in Mount Joy, Pennsylvania.  Daniel was the third oldest of their seven children.  His siblings were John, William, Catherine, Alfred, Sarah, and David.  Klingel’s father was a shoe and boot maker.  The family also hosted five additional young boarders in the 1850s: Henry Tellers, David Lohr, David Drowery, James Topper, and Susanna Little.  They ranged in age from 17 to 24 in the 1850 Census.  It is possible that the gentlemen worked as apprentices in Klingel’s shop, and that Susanna helped care for the children of the house. They also could have been boarders whom the family took in for additional rental income.  Daniel Klingel would grow up to achieve the free labor dream of owning land, which he acquired through hard work and moral living.  Tragically and quite ironically, his triumph would be undone in the battle that raged across his land in the name of protecting that same free labor ideology, forever changing both his socio-economic status and personal fortunes.

As a young man, Klingel followed in the footsteps of his father and became a farmer and a shoemaker who produced both boots and shoes.  His hard work paid off, eventually earning him enough money to procure his own residence and establish himself as a proudly independent member of Pennsylvania’s free labor society.  On August 30, 1860, he married Hannah S. Eyler.  Klingel’s younger brother, Albert, was among the first men in Pennsylvania to be drafted to fight for the Union.  He mustered into Company H of the 165th Pennsylvania on November 8, 1862.  Daniel and Hannah purchased their Gettysburg farm in April of 1863 from an attorney, Jacob Benner, never suspecting the tragedy and tumult that would soon present itself on their very doorstep.  They also owned Klingel’s Boot and Shoe Emporium on Baltimore Street in Gettysburg.  When the Battle of Gettysburg began, the young family was still at their farm, where they rode out the first day of fighting.  The 63rd Pennsylvania took up a position south of their farm along the Emmitsburg Road in an attempt to block a Confederate advance.  On July 1st, Daniel helped to nurse fourteen to sixteen wounded Confederate soldiers that had been brought to his home.  They occupied its bottom floor.  Perhaps Klingel was helping them out of a nineteenth-century belief in the common humanity of the “enemy,” feeling the need to ease their suffering, despite their being invaders.  It is also possible that Klingel was forced to nurse the soldiers by their comrades, as had happened with other civilians during the battle.  If such were the case, it may have furthered Klingel’s already growing resentment towards the invaders of his community and front door.

On the morning of July 2nd, he fled with his family (Hannah, and their two young children Samuel and Catherine) across the Trostle Farm to Little Round Top, which Klingel (ironically) believed would be a “safe spot” out of the way of the core fighting.  On their way, the family was stopped by an officer who at first attempted to take Klingel’s hat, but then proceeded to pay for it when Klingel protested.  During the chaos of the battle, soldiers and civilians sometimes crossed paths, and in some instances such as this one, the civilians refused to let the soldier run rough-shod over them.  Klingel refused to hand over his hat just because a soldier demanded it.  He had already given over his new family home to wounded soldiers and knew it was likely that more of his property would be destroyed in the fighting; to hand over one of his prized personal effects without protest or remuneration seemed an unnecessary and embarrassing step too far for Klingel.  Additionally, the ever forward-thinking Klingel may well have already been fretting about what the impending battle would do to his personal finances, and he could not afford to merely give his possessions away for free.

Daniel Klingel left his family at the base of Little Round Top, and then returned homewards to save his and Hannah’s better clothing.  Likely fretting over the future of the family’s cherished finery and again with an eye to the future financial ramifications of the battle, Klingel may have been intent on salvaging their most beloved possessions from sure destruction not only for their own use, but also for possible sale to help recoup their losses after the battle.  If Kingel were to leave such items at home, it was possible that they would be used for bandages in the makeshift hospital that his home had turned into, or perhaps just be destroyed or stolen by the soldiers occupying the house.  However, on his way back to his home, Klingel was stopped in the woods by his neighbor Reverend Joseph Sherfy, who warned him that intense fighting had moved onto the Klingel farm.

Klingel made his way back to his family and found a muddied soldier’s cap along the way, which he took.  This new acquisition had the potential to make him a dangerous target for enemy abuse, as he was wearing part of a military uniform; however, Klingel’s actions once again somewhat reflect his previously demonstrated refusal to just hide in fear during the battle. Back at Little Round Top, he ran into Union soldiers whose reconnaissance of the ground he helped by identifying key features on the landscape and locations at which he had seen Confederate soldiers gathering.  Both before and during battle, both at Gettysburg and in myriad other conflicts, civilians were regularly called upon to perform a variety of ad hoc military roles such as those that Klingel experienced in nursing and scouting.  Civilians were not just passive observers of the battle, as they often became important, active agents in how the battle was to unfold, whether they wanted to or not.

Afterwards, upon realizing that Little Round Top might well soon become enveloped in heated fighting, Klingel continued on with his family to a friend’s home along Rock Creek.  Like many other Gettysburg civilians who fled their homes, but not their town, during the battle, the Klingels found themselves a constantly mobile unit, relying on the kindnesses and generosity of friend networks who would continue to shelter and shuttle along vulnerable families to protection throughout the bloody contest.

After the Klingel family fled, Major Tremain examined Klingel’s property and reported back to Major General Daniel Sickles.  Sickles proceeded to commence his infamous plan of rejecting Major General George Meade’s orders that sought to keep his men posted on Big and Little Round Top, and instead marched out to the advance position of the Peach Orchard.  Brigadier General Joseph Carr ordered his troops to use the Klingel home for cover as some of them took up sinister sharpshooting positions.  Some of his men from the 16th Massachusetts quickly broke holes in the walls to allow them to shoot out of, turning the once charming domestic abode into a veritable fort for organized killing.  Brigadier General Andrew Atkinson Humphreys joined Carr there.  Eventually, the 11th New Jersey, 72nd New York, 73rd New York, 120th New York, 12th New Hampshire, and 16th Massachusetts would maneuver into Klingel’s apple orchard.  The 11th New Jersey and 120th New York faced devastating losses as they made a stand against the waves of Mississippians and Alabamians.  Late in the day, Brigadier General Cadmus Wilcox, commanding the Alabama Brigade, ultimately led his troops in overrunning the Klingel Farm, routing the Union troops, and forcing Humphreys’s division into a dangerous, pell-mell retreat toward Cemetery Ridge.        

The Confederates continued to hold the farm and use the house for cover until the famed Pickett-Pettigrew assault on July 3rd.  Prior to the assault, Confederates employed Klingel’s southern field as an artillery emplacement with guns menacingly aimed at the Union lines along Cemetery Hill.  For the most part, however, on this day, the farm proved not a protective bastion nor a strategic gun emplacement, but rather a frustrating obstruction in the path of the advancing Confederate columns, who had to break formation to march around the farmhouse.  During the course of a battle, locations could quickly and suddenly shift from holding key strategic significance or shelter to actively impeding one side’s fighting abilities.

When Klingel returned to his farm after the battle on July 4th, he found Union officers sitting around his kitchen table, who had taken most of his supply of flour.  They were likely resting after the fighting and trying to sort through the mountain of tasks to attend to in the aftermath of the fight.  The windows of the house were shattered and the walls were riddled with bullet holes, in addition to the gaping holes they bore that were created by the ramming of Union soldiers who had crudely constructed their sharpshooter nests there.  Klingel also found his crops, shoemaking tools, and fences destroyed, his cattle missing, and dead soldiers scattered across his property.  Klingel would later claim the loss of 3.5 acres of corn, 3.5 acres of oats, 2 acres of timothy grass, damage to his orchard, and a missing cow.  He also claimed that there were “rifle pits” dug across his property.

After the battle, Klingel and Sherfy worked together to make cakes from some flour that they had scrounged up for the soldiers.  Across the battle-scarred borough and its outlying farms, neighbors regularly banded together in those post-battle days in an attempt to help each other survive, begin to rebuild, and try to recoup their losses.  Klingel later recorded that he shared some of the cakes he made with a sick soldier who had not eaten for two days, but not as a free hand-out: the soldier paid Klingel a whopping five dollars for half of a cake.  Here, Klingel once again demonstrated his ingenuity in finding even small ways to make up for some of the damages that his farm had suffered during the battle.  If a soldier was willing to pay five dollars for a piece of cake, Klingel was more than ready to accept the payment.  Such recompense also helped to restore a sense of agency and control to Klingel in the midst of a situation where chaos seemed to run riot.  His wife, Hannah, also began baking bread for the soldiers and even set up a system whereby officers could pay her in advance for a place on a running waiting list to receive the next loaf.  Meanwhile, as it had on July 1st, the house also continued to serve as a field hospital in the days following the battle, with the family helping out by continuing to bake for the soldiers and attend to their wounds.  Some of the dead soldiers that the Klingels had found on the property were also temporarily interred where they lay during this time, turning the once fertile farm into a charnel house. In 1933, human remains were still being discovered on the Klingel property, along with uniform buttons and the remnants of cartridge boxes—a testament to the hard fighting around the property and the macabre scenes across the farm in the battle’s wake.  Excavators from the National Park Service believe that the bodies were those of two men from Wilcox’s Alabama brigade.

For Daniel, one of the greatest tragedies of the aftermath was the hard fact that the family had been living on their farm for only about three months before carnage swept through the property; the self-made Daniel Klingel, who had worked so hard to become an independent free laborer, and had only recently achieved his freeholder dreams, was literally being unmade by a battle and a war fought across his property to secure such free labor dreams for all in perpetuity.  Klingel filed a federal claim for $880 in 1868, but was denied most of the money, only receiving a paltry $2 for some hay that had been taken by an officer.  Klingel’s life had been a prime example of the free labor ideology dream.  He had worked hard, maintained a good moral character, and managed to purchase land of his own to work on, becoming self-sufficient.  He even had his own shoe business to supplement his income.  Klingel’s fortunes were completely undone by the battle, which left all of his hard work in ruins.  Despite the federal government supposedly championing free labor, it was still hesitant to reimburse even those civilians who had previously upheld those ideals for damages incurred by the biggest battle waged in the name of Union, democracy, and free labor unless those civilians could definitively prove that their damages were caused by Union troops themselves.  The United States government was leery of creating a morally degenerate pauper class that was dependent on government handouts, and, true to free labor ideals, expected people to be able to pull themselves out of their financial woes through work hard and self-reliance.  Additionally, with more than two years of astronomic war-related expenses weighing on the federal government, the public coffers were not exactly overflowing with extra funds with which to compensate inconvenienced civilians.

Despite (or perhaps, in light of) his personal misfortunes the previous year, Daniel ultimately enlisted in Company G of the 209th Pennsylvania Infantry on September 6, 1864.  He may have enlisted because he needed the financial boost that a soldier’s bounty would provide to support his family after the devastating losses during the battle.  It is also possible that he enlisted out of a desire to gain revenge for the destruction that the Confederates had caused to his family life that he worked so hard to build up.  However, he soon received a medical discharge on March 19, 1865 after being diagnosed with heart disease.  Upon returning home, Klingel found that, surprisingly, his fences had been completely fixed and his orchards were once again thriving.  Perhaps Hannah and their neighbors had worked together to rebuild, reminiscent of how Sherfy had come to help bake bread for the soldiers in the days after the battle.

However, Klingel’s ongoing personal financial burdens from the war, coupled with his ill health, ultimately forced him to sell the property to Joseph J. Smith on March 29, 1867 and move his family back to Mount Joy (where he was born).  In addition to these financial and health problems which contributed to his sale of the farm, Klingel also had several crushing memories associated with the land, causing him to seek out a new start for his family: first, just three months after purchasing the land, a major battle was fought across it, destroying much of the farm that Klingel had worked to build up.  Then, in September of that same year, as the family was starting to recover, their young daughter, Catherine passed away.  Not even a year later, the Klingels’ infant son John Elmer Ellsworth (named, interestingly, in patriotic honor of the famous first Union officer to die in the Civil War) also passed away, just days before Daniel Klingel mustered into the 209th Pennsylvania.  Soon after Klingel returned home from his military service, he and Hannah had a daughter named Sarah, who passed away later that year.  The Klingel family had faced tragedy after tragedy in that home, starting almost as soon as they moved in, which may well have driven them to move elsewhere.  Klingel had actually attempted to rid himself of the land shortly after being discharged from the army in 1865, but was unable to sell it until 1867 at public auction.

In November of 1867, back in Mount Joy, Hannah gave birth to another son, who was named Harry.  However, the family faced tragedy again a few months later when Hannah passed away on February 18, 1868.  Harry would only outlive her for five more months before also passing away.  Despite this successive wave of unrelenting tragedy, by 1870, Daniel Klingel had remarried, to Mary E. Conover.  Their first son, Allen, who was born in 1870, only lived for five months.  In 1872, they had another son, Daniel, who passed away at nine months of age.  Their later sons, George and Robert did survive to adulthood.  Between his two marriages, Daniel had lost six children and his first wife in a ten year span, with only four of his children surviving to adulthood.  Despite having achieved the free labor dream early in his life, Daniel’s personal fortunes had tanked at every turn continuously almost immediately after becoming a freeholder.

The Klingels resided in Mount Joy through the 1870 Census, which lists Daniel’s personal estate value at $2,575, and his real estate value at $5,000.  He had seemingly recouped his financial losses from the Battle of Gettysburg by then, but at the same time was struggling through significant emotional duress after the deaths of so many loved ones and continued to battle his heart issues.  In addition, his socio-economic status had suffered as a result of his sale of the Gettysburg farm, as he was no longer the self-sufficient landowner of free labor dreams, but merely the owner of a store whose health was in rapid decline. 

Between the 1870 Census and 1885, the Klingel family again moved, this time to Baltimore in another attempt to start anew.  There, he opened a new shop on Madison Avenue.  However, Klingel’s health continued to deteriorate. Adding to his list of troubles, he was forced to reckon with the early death of his second wife, Mary who passed away at a mere 39 years of age, in 1883.  In one of the few success stories of his post-Gettysburg life, on September 10, 1890, he received a military pension for complete medical disability as a result of the heart problem that had caused him to be medically discharged in 1865.  Nevertheless, the pension proved bittersweet; while it provided necessary money to help support the aged and infirm Klingel, it meant that he would spend the rest of his life as a dependent of the federal government—the exact opposite fortune that he had once dearly held as a free laborer and landowner in April of 1863.  This socio-economic retreat would not have been lost on Klingel, who had sacrificed both his home to a battle fought in defense of democracy and free labor ideals, and his health in large part to the stresses and grief that accompanied his successive property and familial losses.  Despite every attempt to plan ahead for financial hardship and fight for self-reliance, before, during, and in the immediate wake of the battle, and despite his numerous attempts to begin anew after successive financial and personal losses, Daniel Klingel realized that hard work and moral living could only take one so far in what Abraham Lincoln famously called “the race of life.”  Successes could be fleeting, and precarious at best.  For Daniel Klingel, fortune simply was not in his favor.  On August 17, 1893, Klingel passed away and was buried in Evergreen Cemetery, back in Gettysburg—the place in which he both enjoyed the first glimmers of free labor’s successes, and saw those glimmers forever snuffed out.

The Klingel farm house in Gettysburg, where the family rode out the first day of the battle.
The rear of the Klingel farm from the perspective of Sickles Avenue.  The Klingels fled this direction, towards the Trostle Farm, on the second day of the battle (photo credit https://www.agedwoods.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/IMG_3212.jpg)
The nearby Trostle farm, which the Klingel family fled across, in the direction of Little Round Top on July 2nd.

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Tragedy, Tenaciousness, and Unlikely Triumphs: The Abraham Trostle Family

By Emily Jumba ’24

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

Abraham (Abram) Trostle was born between 1821 and 1822 to Peter and Sussanah Trostle in Straban, Pennsylvania.  His parents belonged to the Christ Evangelical Lutheran Church.  Abraham was the second oldest of their four children.  Like his parents, Abraham eventually became a farmer, although most of the duties in running the farm eventually fell to his wife as he battled mental illness and alcoholism.  Peter Trostle acquired what would later become the Trostle family farm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania from David Troxell in 1839 through Troxell’s will.  (The property came as payment for debts owed between Troxell and Trostle).  He decided to keep both this new property and his own farm in Straban Township.  Peter would later give the 144-acre Gettysburg farm to Abraham, who had moved there with his family at some point before the 1850 census.  In addition to the land, which encompassed 144 acres just south of the borough, east of the Emmitsburg Road, the farm included a farmhouse, a barn, and a springhouse. The farm would be engulfed by intense combat on the 2nd day of battle, sustaining significant damage, but still standing and operable in the wake of the fight; the farm was a fitting symbol of its unflappable family matriarch, Catharine, who herself bore the heavy burdens and scars of an embattled marriage, and of the war fought on her very doorstep, but whose survival and ultimate success bespoke of a remarkable inner strength.

Abraham Trostle married Catharine Walter at Gettysburg’s St. James Lutheran Church on January 15, 1844.  Later in their marriage, Catharine would feature as the head of the household for decades, defying typical gender roles of the time.  They had eleven children together, of whom the following ten survived to adulthood: George, Lydia, Conrad, Mary, (Abraham) Isaiah, Margaret, Ephraim, Peter, Layton, and Sarah.  According to the 1850 census, Daniel and Christian Sandy, who were respectively 16 and 11 years old, also lived on the farm with the Trostles and their young children.  Both Sandy children reportedly had at least some schooling.  Daniel worked as a laborer and was likely a farmhand.  Christian did not have a listed occupation.  Perhaps she helped Catharine with domestic work and caring for the other children.  It is also possible that the Trostles took the Sandy children in as borders, especially if their family was undergoing financial hardship and could not support them at the time.  Neighbors within the small community of Gettysburg often assisted each other, not just during the battle and its aftermath, but also as a part of daily life.                    

In 1859, Abraham found local infamy in the Adams Sentinel and General Advertiser. According to these two papers, the local court had found Abraham guilty for assaulting Edward Ziegler and ordered him to pay a $5.00 fine, as well as their court fees. While $5.00 was a significant amount of money, it was not necessarily a major financial burden on the Trostle family, whose real estate was valued at a modest but stable $5,200, and his personal estate at $1,500, just a few months later in the 1860 census.  Instead, being brought to court for the assault would have proven far greater of a humiliation, as it negatively reflected on Abraham’s temperament and respectability.  Further tarnishing the family name, he also began building a reputation for public drunkenness.  Abraham was not the only man in town who had a proclivity for drink (others included James Leister and Joshua Thompson, the deceased husbands of the famed Lydia Leister and Mary Thompson).  It is possible that Abraham resorted to drinking due to the stresses and struggles of balancing his farm and family’s financial well-being; however, if he struggled, the family still managed to remain rather well-off by then. 

Later in his life, Abraham was diagnosed as having an (unidentified) mental illness.  Perhaps he used alcohol to try to treat the symptoms of this mental illness that he struggled with.  Regardless of the cause, Abraham’s drinking habits would have negatively reflected on both him and Catharine.  Likely perceived by others as unable to properly care for his family and maintain a respectable and moral lifestyle, Abraham’s growing reputation put more pressure on Catharine to assume the duties of head of house, which in turn further contributed to Abraham’s sense of emasculation.

Interestingly, when Abraham’s father wrote out his original will, Peter Trostle initially left the Gettysburg property to Abraham, but later amended it in 1860.  Instead, he decided that the farm was to be held in trust for Abraham, rather than Abraham actually inheriting it in his name.  This noticeable change was likely due to Abraham’s growing reputation for vice.  In effect, Catharine took control of running the farm as Abraham continued to become less able to do so.  Such official legal responsibilities for the estate would have directly challenged the traditional gender roles that she had previously expected to fulfill in life.  In addition to maintaining their home as a wife and mother, she became more responsible for finances and the overseeing of manual labor, which traditionally fell under the purview of men during the nineteenth century.  While quickly teaching herself how to manage the family’s finances, Catharine also had to endure the deteriorating nature of their public reputation, which was crumbling under the weight of Abraham’s vices and the state of his household affairs; suddenly, it was Abraham who was dependent upon his wife, and not vice versa.  Additionally, owning property was a key tenet of free labor ideology, which championed an individual’s ability to make his way up the rungs of the socio-economic ladder through hard work, moral living, and determination.  By losing his land inheritance and the ability to own and operate property under his personal name, Abraham’s social status would have sunk even further in the community.  Tragically, these developments likely created even more internal strife for Abraham, which certainly did not help his addiction.

During the weeks leading up to the Battle of Gettysburg, the Trostles had heard about the approaching Confederate army from a variety of sources.  They saw posters calling for the local militia to defend their homes.  They also received a warning from Governor Andrew Curtin and heard rumors from other locals about the approaching armies.  On June 28, 1863, word arrived that a significant contingent of Confederates were looming just to the west of Gettysburg, in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania.  According to Mary, one of the Trostle children, Catharine and George (one of Mary’s oldest siblings, who was eighteen years old at the time) made a plan to hide their horses and cows from the Confederates.  They also put some of the family’s valuables in a bag that George buried somewhere in their apple orchard.  Just as they were being inundated with the swirling rumors about the approaching Confederates, the Trostles likely also heard reports of the Confederates stealing or destroying civilians’ property.  By burying their valuables, they hoped to hide them from the marauding enemy.  Mary claimed that Abraham sometimes helped to execute these plans, but overall did not add much, as he was still fighting his mental illness.  Given Abraham’s illness and relative incapacitation, it was even more necessary that the family preserve their valuables in case they needed to use them to support themselves in the wake of a battle.

Before the battle began on July 1, 1863, the Trostle family uneasily went about their chores to try to distract themselves from their worries.  However, as the first sounds of gunfire began reverberating across the once pastoral fields to the north and west of town, Abraham grew restless. He grabbed a pistol and a musket and was just about to leave the farm to go find the Confederates when Catharine stopped him and pleaded with her husband, arguing that it would be better if he remained on their farm to defend both their property and their family.  He may have wanted to fight to try to help re-prove his masculinity and restore his honor that he had lost when he lost his inheritance and property.  Despite not being able to operate his farm, he could at least attempt to defend it and his family, thus somewhat boosting his reputation in the eyes of his peers.  It is also possible that his mental illness may have contributed to his rash decision to fight. By having to step in to calm her husband down and convince him to come back inside, Catharine once more solidified her role as the de facto head of the household, once again reversing traditional gender roles in serving as the rational and cool-minded individual who was responsible for talking her irrational and emotion-driven husband off the ledge of madness.

Throughout the first day of battle, the Trostle family anxiously remained on their farm, which was thus far left unscathed.  However, the sound of fighting and re-deploying soldiers became infinitely closer on the evening of the first as the broken Federal lines retreated to their stronghold atop Cemetery Hill, Confederate forces nipping at their heels all the way through town.  The family must have become increasingly more anxious as the sounds of gun-fire drew closer to their home.  It is also possible that Abraham became even more agitated as the battle closed in on their home, particularly after his earlier determination to defend his home.  During the evening, more troops began amassing on both sides, with lines of gray and blue eventually stretching forth along both sides of the Emmitsburg Road, atop Cemetery Ridge and Seminary Ridge.  It would not be long before their farm would become engulfed by combat.

On July 2, 1863, the Trostle family awoke to find Union soldiers positioned throughout their farm.  Major General Daniel Sickles, commanding the Third Corps, had defied Major General George Meade’s orders to maintain his position along the rear high ground stretching through Little Round Top; instead, he moved part of his Corps from Little Round Top significantly forward to an advance ridgeline encompassing the Trostle, Sherfy, and Klingel farms to counter the possible advance of Confederate forces from Seminary Ridge across the Emmitsburg Road.  As the day began, Catharine attempted to maintain a semblance of normalcy in the home, cooking dinner for her family.  George hid a horse and a cow in the woods near their home.  The family initially planned on hiding in their basement during the battle, but were later instructed to leave by a few Union soldiers that informed them of approaching Confederates.

Catharine and George leapt into action, George readying their wagon with a horse that he had kept on the farm, and Catharine collecting her other children.  In a usual display of perhaps overconfident masculine bravado, Abraham declared that he intended to stay on the farm to help defend it against the enemy.  George ultimately offered to stay with him (perhaps seeking to protect his unwell father as much as his property), so Catharine fled alone with her younger children.  In a postwar account to her grandson, Mary later described her respect for her mother’s immense strength in that instant in which she bravely took sole charge of whisking her children to safety, despite crying upon leaving her home.  As they pulled away in the wagon, en route to a relative’s house in Hanover, Catharine later noted to Mary that she caught sight of Union soldiers who were boldly sitting down to eat the dinner that she had just finished making.  A flurry of emotions likely went through her mind at the sight.  She was certainly upset about the battle coming literally over her doorstep and into the home she had worked so hard to maintain.  She may have also felt a glimmer of pride in the knowledge that she had helped to feed the farm’s defenders who devoured the bread.  As she left with the children, Catharine’s mind likely buzzed with worries and wonder as to what might happen to her husband and son, as well as their home. Would she ever see any of them again? And if so, in what condition?  Once again, the traditional gender roles that Catharine had grown up with were being flipped.  Rather than her husband rushing her and the children to safety, it fell to her to see her children out of the battle’s reach.  Perhaps she had been somewhat prepared for this, after taking on the challenge of managing the farm years earlier while Abraham’s mental illness and alcoholism worsened.  However, running a farm was very different from fleeing the destruction of battle and the devastation it had the potential to wreak on the home she had worked so hard to maintain.

Shortly after Catharine’s departure, the 5th and 9th Massachusetts Batteries moved into position on the Trostle Farm, the air riddled with shells.  Colonel Freeman McGilvery had brought in the 9th Massachusetts, led by Captain John Bigelow, from Taneytown to help reinforce the Union lines.  Bigelow complained about the lack of visibility at their location, as he was stationed within a swale that hid most of the action along the Emmitsburg Road and the Peach Orchard (where Sickles’s new “salient” pivoted) from sight; nevertheless, he was ordered to remain by the farm’s stonewall and await further orders.  The fighting began around 4:00 PM and lasted for approximately three hours, with approximately 15,000 Confederates under James Longstreet’s division swinging out, en echelon, from right to left as they attempted to push the Union troops from the heights along Devil’s Den and Little Round Top, the Peach Orchard, and the Wheatfield—their sights set on the heart of Cemetery Ridge, near Cemetery Hill.  The Confederates plowed through Sickles’s advanced line at the Peach Orchard and began driving the retreating Federals north and east, in the direction of the Trostle Farm and Cemetery Ridge.

Bigelow commanded six cannons, although two of them experienced such violent after-fire recoiling against the stone wall that they were soon damaged beyond use.  Bigelow ordered his men to take those cannons to the rear.  As his subordinates attempted to roll the two cannons through the Trostles’ farm gate, the first cannon overturned, blocking the road and forcing the artillerists to maneuver the second cannon over the wall.  Meanwhile, the 9th Massachusetts was under heavy shell fire from Confederates, who had seized control of the now-abandoned Union guns in the Peach Orchard, and were using them to deadly effect against Bigelow’s gunners.  Bigleow himself was wounded in the fighting and fell from his horse.  The 21st Mississippi, under Colonel D. B. Humphreys, surged forward and the farmyard dissolved into chaos as many men engaged in brutal hand-to-hand fighting, while still others desperately loaded and fired the remaining cannon into the onslaught of Rebels.  Sensing defeat, Bigelow ordered a retreat and was guided to safety by Bugler Charles Reed, while five of his cannons were lost to the Mississippians.  The 9th Massachusetts lost an estimated eighty of their eighty-eight horses at the Trostle farm, the mangled bodies of whom were later captured in post-battle photographs of the area.

Captain A. Judson Clark and New Jersey’s Battery B were also engaged in the fighting around the Trostle farm, posted on the front-left side of the property.  They had arrived at their post early in the morning and held the position for several hours before eventually being shifted forward to try to stem the tide of Confederates advancing across the Emmitsburg Road, diagonally from the Trostle house.

Perhaps most notably, Major General Sickles himself came to observe the fighting at the Trostle farm during the three-hour afternoon onslaught.  Setting up a “field headquarters” in front of the farm house, he commanded his troops from the field next to the Trostle barn.  It was there that he was famously struck in the lower leg by a twelve-pound cannonball while sitting atop his horse.  In an attempt to calm his subordinates who had witnessed the grievous wound, Sickles casually smoked a cigar as he was stretchered off the field; his leg would later be amputated and sent to the Army Medical Museum, and eventually to the Smithsonian for display.

Like most other homes in the area, the Trostle farm became a field hospital after the fighting there ended on July 2nd.  It would remain a hospital for the remainder of the battle and through July 4th, despite the renewal of Confederate advances bordering much of the Trostle property during the July 3rd famed “Pickett-Pettigrew” assault.  Catharine and her children returned to the farm on July 6, 1863 to find complete carnage.  Their yard was full of the dead—both soldiers and horses.  Photographers such as Alexander Gardner were already there, documenting the scene.  Additionally, their home was riddled with bullet holes and the brick barn wall bore a large hole from a cannon shell that had passed through it.  Abraham and George rode out the entire battle in their home as bullets tore through the walls.  They likely hid in the basement during the worst of the fighting.  Despite Abraham’s intentions to protect the farm from the invaders, he was unable to save it, even with George there to help.  The two of them did not stand much of a chance against the sheer destruction that could be caused by the armies.  The battle delivered a devastating blow to the family’s precarious financial situation, especially as Abraham was not able to provide much help in the farm’s restoration.  Aside from the bullet-riddled house and the barn that was hit by a cannonball, most of their crops were destroyed, and they were missing several necessary items like quilts, pillows, and timber.  Approximately one hundred dead horses littered the farm, in addition to the dead and wounded soldiers that lay on the fields.  After the battle, the family began to sort through the devastation and went to work tending to the wounded soldiers with the help of some of their neighbors, particularly the Walter family.  Mary would go on to note that the already mentally ailing Abraham never really recovered from seeing the battle rage across his land in such a devastating manner.

Adding to their miseries on the farm, Peter Trostle passed away on September 11, 1863, and the property was officially listed in Catharine’s name in 1865.  By then, Abraham was living in a sprawling asylum called the Harrisburg State Hospital.  The hospital, which boasted seventy buildings and extensive agricultural fields to allow self-sufficiency in producing food for its inhabitants, was in operation from 1845 until 2006.  Despite humane reforms to asylums in the mid-nineteenth century, they often remained institutions in which people were incarcerated for a variety of reasons without much differentiation as to their individual cases.  People with mental illnesses, alcoholics, and even women whose husbands wished to divorce them, but could not, were collectively housed there.  Abraham’s relocation to the Harrisburg State Hospital likely further diminished his family’s reputation amongst fellow Gettysburgians as asylums and mental illness as nineteenth-century society held a strong stigma against them.  Due to Abraham’s now physical (and long-time mental) absence, most of the responsibilities of raising the Trostle  children and both restoring and running the farm fell upon Catharine, further deepening the gender role-reversals that Catharine had continuously faced throughout her marriage to Abraham.  By 1870, George had moved away from home, but his younger siblings were starting to come of an age where they could better assist Catharine on the farm and with restoring their battle-torn home. (Eventually, George would inherit the property after his parents’ deaths and would sell it to the federal government for $4,500 to help with the creation of Gettysburg National Military Park.  Abraham passed away in 1877, with Catharine outliving him for a decade).  However, in 1870, the Trostle children still at home ranged in age from a mere 10 to 17 years old; no doubt, the misfortunes plaguing their family forced them to grow up fast and abandon any shred of what may have once existed of their youthful innocence.

Years after the war, in 1875, Catharine filed a claim for $3,094.50 with the federal government on Abraham’s behalf for help covering the damages to their farm.  (For perspective, the 1860 census had recorded the combined real estate and personal estate value of Abraham and the farm to be $6,700.  The family lost almost half of their assets in the battle).  She claimed that the damages were caused by Union soldiers, but, as was the common response to many Gettysburgians who filed damage claims, claims agent, Major George Bell replied that the inflictors of the damage could not be proved; thus, Catharine’s claim was denied.  Her claim had included 16 tons of hay, 20 tons of wheat, 10 acres of oats, 10 acres of corn, 12 acres of grasses, garden vegetables, 2 quilts, 2 pillows, 2 pairs of shoes, 7 yards of carpet, 1 featherbed, 1 bridle, 20 posts, 1 saddle, 20 acres of timber, 4 cords per acre, and the use of their buildings for hospitals.  Even worse, the family was never able to recover the bag of valuables that George had buried in the apple orchard.  Perhaps they had somehow been uncovered amidst the shot and shell that ploughed up the land and an unsuspecting soldier happened across them in the midst of battle.  Alternately, George may have simply forgotten where he buried the bag.

With Abraham’s mental health only continuing to decline in the asylum, and her damage claim rejected, the future of the farm and of the Trostle family lay largely in Catharine’s hands, as well as those of her children.  They ultimately decided to leave the cannonball hole in the barn wall; perhaps it proved too difficult to remove without incurring additional damage, or perhaps it was a testament to the historic battle that their farm and family had borne witness to—and had managed to survive.  In many ways, the still extant hole from that cannonball, which has since become an iconic tourist attraction for visitors to the battlefield, speaks to the larger story and spirit of Catharine Trostle and her brood—a silent reminder of the tragedy and unmendable damage inflicted on the family by both Abraham’s mental illness and the battle, but a wound that ultimately was unable to defeat the tenacious and unflappable woman at the head of the house.

The rear of the Trostle house and the stone wall that was defended by Captain Bigelow’s six cannons on July 2nd.
The front of the Trostle farm house and its springhouse.
A side view of the Trostle barn, with the cannonball hole from the battle that Catharine ultimately left in the wall.
A closer view of the cannonball hole in the Trostle barn.
The land between the Trostle barn and farmhouse, littered with dead horses after the battle (courtesy of the NPS)

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“I Was Ready to Meet the Whole Rebel Army:” Carrie Sheads at the Battle of Gettysburg

By Erica Uszak ’22

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

Caroline Sheads in later life, date unknown (photo courtesy of the Adams County Historical Society)

While Caroline “Carrie” S. Sheads remarked that she felt like “a coward before” the Battle of Gettysburg, her actions showed that she was a brave soul, willingly placing herself in danger to help others. As the head of a girls’ school, Oakridge Seminary, Carrie Sheads kept her students calm under fire and duress.  With four brothers in the Union army, she knew the call of patriotism and sacrifice, and likely wished that she could fulfill a greater role for the Union cause. On July 1, 1863, she demonstrated her strength as a leader and her moral and physical courage in the midst of chaos.

Carrie Sheads was born in Pennsylvania around 1836 to Elias and Mary McBride Sheads. As the third-born of seven children, Carrie likely learned, early-on, how to care for her younger siblings and assumed a leadership role that would serve her well in later years as the seminary principal. She and her siblings attended school in the Gettysburg area, and their parents knew the importance of education for their young daughters and sons. Carrie would later emphasize the importance of education for her young female pupils, perhaps hoping for better opportunities for these girls to leave their mark on the world. It appears that by 1860, Carrie and her older sister, Elizabeth were working as instructors of French and English, respectively, for the Hey family in York, Pennsylvania. John Hey was a well-to-do member of the Methodist Episcopal clergy and had apparently hired the two sisters to instruct his young daughter, Mary. Although the data for the 1860 census in York places Carrie’s birth around 1840, it seems certain that this was the same person.

At some point between June 1860 and 1862, Carrie began making plans to establish her own school for girls out of her home. By March 1862, her father had finished a new home for the family, a 12-room house at present-day 331 Buford Avenue (historically known as the Chambersburg Pike). The home would be spacious enough for all of the children, but would also leave room for other boarders. Carrie likely convinced her father to use the additional space to instruct and house young women, which brought in additional money for the family. Her father, Elias, was a wheel-maker in 1850. Although the 1850 census did not record the value of his wealth, apparently he accumulated enough savings over the years to build this large house. Carrie’s father obviously believed in the value of education for his daughters if he had sent them to school to become well-versed in French and other subjects. He must have been proud of Carrie’s achievements and wanted other girls to have the same opportunities. John Hey was wealthy (his real estate had an estimated value of $22,000) and likely paid Carrie and her sister a decent salary, allowing them to save some money and build up a reputation to start their own school. Perhaps it was Carrie’s prior instruction of Hey’s daughter that ultimately inspired her to become a leader and teacher for a larger group of young girls. Her school drew young women from the local area as well as from dozens of miles away in Maryland.

The Carrie Sheads house, finished in 1862. Photo courtesy of Gettysburg Daily

As rumors of the approaching armies spread in late June 1863, students and teacher alike must have felt the uncertainty that lay ahead. On June 30, Carrie decided to give her students the day off. Did she believe that they would be safer at home? Or did she think they simply needed a break that day? At least one girl stayed home on July 1 as well, her family frightened for her safety. Why would Carrie decide to hold instruction on July 1? John Buford’s Union cavalry held the ground close by. Did she feel more at ease with their presence, or did she wish to try to maintain normalcy and calm amidst the anxieties and upsets of the war at her doorstep? Whatever her intentions may have been, the girls would soon find themselves in the midst of the conflict.

Shots rang out at 7:30 A.M.  How might Carrie’s students have reacted to the sound of those first shots? What thoughts ran through Carrie’s head, who must have felt as scared as the students but could not let her face betray her fears? The safety of her pupils undoubtedly weighed heavily on her mind. Surely, the students must have tried to seek some kind of shelter within the house as artillery fire raged around them. At least two shells passed through the house, likely prompting the students to shudder and fear for their lives. The students must have wondered: Were their families safe? Were their homes still standing? How much longer would the shelling and rifle fire continue? As these thoughts and others swirled through their heads, the U.S. First Corps battled to hold their position just up the road, along Seminary Ridge that morning. By late afternoon, U.S. forces started to fall back from Seminary Ridge, and the wounded arrived on Carrie’s very doorstep.

The arrival of Confederates swiftly followed the appearance of wounded Union men. As Carrie struggled to maintain order in the chaos, a Union officer ran in. As Carrie herself remembered, Colonel Charles Wheelock of the 97th New York was “a very large man” who “could scarcely breathe,” with a Confederate officer following him in pursuit. The Confederate officer ordered Wheelock to give up his sword. However, giving up one’s sword if options to escape or fight on still existed was akin to losing one’s honor and dignity. For soldiers of the Civil War, Victorian notions about martial masculinity dictated that men must uphold their honor—and by extension, their swords—in the face of the enemy unless faced with threat of death. Wheelock refused, trying at first to break his sword, without success. Although he knew he would have to surrender, Wheelock bitterly mocked the officer, insisting, “If I had my men here, you could not take me.” In fact, by one account, Wheelock directly challenged the enemy officer’s moral courage and challenged the man’s sense of personal honor, opening his jacket and daring the Confederate, who had drawn his revolver, to shoot him.

Colonel Charles Wheelock (courtesy of Find a Grave)

As Wheelock protested, the Confederate officer’s patience was quickly dwindling. Carrie recognized that both men were unwilling to budge and that Wheelock’s life was truly in danger. Although accounts and retellings differ, it appears that initially, Carrie’s father used his middle-aged wisdom and fatherly stature to intervene in the two officers’ stand-off.  Mr. Sheads was immediately shoved out of the way, and the Confederate officer took aim once again at Wheelock. In this moment, Carrie herself stepped in, putting herself in direct danger to protect the colonel.  What possessed her to drop the gendered conventions of the time period that called for feminine passivity and withdrawal from instances of dangerous conflict, and instead place herself in between the two angry men? What thoughts went through her head as she suddenly became the protector of a male soldier who himself was supposed to be the protector of the homes, health, and livelihood of the Union? Was she thinking of her four brothers on the front lines? She reproached the Confederate officer, buying time as she thought of a way to spare Wheelock’s life. As she tried to persuade the men to come to an agreement and prevent further bloodshed, more Union prisoners crowded the breakfast room of the house.

With the Confederate officer now distracted, Carrie made a decision. Turning to Wheelock, she once more urged him to surrender, but pledged to save his sword, the sacred symbol of his honor. Wheelock passed his sword to her, and she smuggled it out of the Confederate’s view, hiding it in the folds of her dress. Feeling the sting of surrender, Wheelock promised Carrie that he would return for it. When the Confederate officer again demanded the sword from Wheelock, Wheelock showed his empty hands and claimed that another Union soldier had taken it. Although Carrie had helped end a dangerous stand-off, she was still incensed over the incident, and lamented the fact that he, along with scores of other brave Union men, was forced to surrender: “It was a sad sight to see them take that grey headed veteran,” she bemoaned several months later for the National Republican, a newspaper in Washington D.C.

However, once she was alone in the room with the wounded Union veterans, she revealed that the colonel’s sword was safe with her. They were overjoyed. “You should have seen the pleasure which it gave those wounded patriots (for the room was filled with them) to see their colonel’s sword safe,” she wrote.  “One of them, in the midst of his sufferings, sent some one to inquire if it was safe.” To these soldiers, the loss of their commander’s sword would have been a harsh blow. The sword represented their honor, and their bravery as well. If their commander were to lose their sword, they would, collectively, feel the loss deeply. Certain symbols meant the world to these men. A man’s firearms, his sword, and the regimental colors were all sacred objects that could not be surrendered unless under threat of death. Although they were now prisoners, they still had their colonel’s sword, which was one small victory that in turn had preserved their honor; with Carrie’s intervention, the colonel also still had his life.

Like many buildings and homes in Gettysburg, Carrie’s house was converted into a makeshift hospital for about 72 Union and Confederate wounded men. According to one newspaper account, some soldiers scrawled their initials on the windowpanes, no doubt to the family’s horror upon their discovery of the graffiti. Their house remained in Confederate hands from the evening of July 1 until the Confederates’ retreat on July 4. One wonders why this close call with combat did not send the Sheads fleeing for their lives.  Did they feel compelled to stay in order to protect their property? Carrie’s pupils? The Union wounded?  One also wonders what other interactions the Sheads had with the Confederate soldiers during the battle. How did Carrie respond to the soldiers who may have previously fought her brothers on prior battlefields? For her family, the presence of the enemy in their own home was thus deeply personal. The Sheads undoubtedly resented that enemy troops had occupied their formerly pristine house, but little could be done to change their new reality. Thus, Carrie tried to focus her energies on tending to the wounded, directing her students in helping to nurse and care for them.

The battle damage to the house, combined with the structure’s use as a hospital, forever changed the newly built home, leaving pockmarks, bloodied sheets and floorboards, and trampled crops in the battle’s wake. Years later, Carrie’s father filed a claim with the federal government for damages. Though the house was under Confederate occupation, he tried to woo claim agents by stressing that the home had sheltered Union troops, and that much of the damage to the house was due to its use as a hospital to treat federal troops, writing, “My house was filled with wounded Union soldiers.” The house had suffered significant damage, while artillery and rifle fire had shredded “the fences, wheat, trees, and shrubbery” surrounding the house. While the date remains unclear as to when he filed the claim, it was not until 1881 that Mr. Sheads to receive any compensation in the form of a mere $180.00 in response to his family’s sacrifices and suffering.

The house still shows signs of damage from the battle. Note the artillery shell by the window (courtesy of Gettysburg Daily).

Fortunately, on July 6, Colonel Wheelock returned, much to Carrie’s and his soldiers’ delight. Although he could not walk, he somehow managed to “roll away” from the Confederate soldiers, escaping near the Maryland border. Wheelock’s return likely bolstered his wounded men’s spirits: The brave leader of the 97th New York had returned as he had promised, and Carrie dutifully returned his sword to him.

 Reflecting back on her part in the battle, Carrie wrote that “every vestige of fear” that she had felt earlier, “had vanished,” replaced by a determination to do her duty to the Union army and maintain calm in the midst of danger. She had steeled herself for the chaos ahead, drawing upon her hatred for the Confederate army and her devotion to the Union. She felt “ready to meet the whole rebel army,” she wrote, likely thinking of her brothers in Union blue, fighting the same enemy. As with many women in the war, she likely had felt frustrated, earlier in the war, that she could do so little to directly fight the Confederate army while her brothers were on the front lines, risking their lives. Now she had helped save one Union officer’s life and those of countless others whose wounds she had looked after during her house’s tenure as a temporary hospital.

 Carrie’s bravery was widely recognized after the battle, her story making national headlines in newspapers like the National Republican. One wonders how her brothers on the front lines reacted to the story of her courage. Pennsylvania Congressman Thaddeus Stevens was so impressed by her story that he recommended her for an appointment as a clerk in the Treasury Department in Washington, D.C., a position she accepted. Her sister, Elizabeth, was also recommended for and accepted a federal position in Washington, D.C. for her work during the battle. Despite their socio-economic success, tragedy wrecked Carrie’s family. Two of her brothers were killed in the war, and the other two were severely wounded, bringing great grief and hardship to Carrie and her family. According to one 1867 account, “the severe exertion necessary for the care of so large a number of wounded [at Gettysburg], for so long a period, resulted in the permanent injury of Miss Sheads’ health, and she has been since that time an invalid.” Although this account offers no further description of Carrie’s condition, one wonders whether the loss of her brothers exacerbated her struggles with her poor health, if this account is true. Carrie died at a relatively early age, passing away in February 1884, at only about forty-seven or forty-eight years old. Although the cause of her death is unknown, if she suffered from mental or physical disabilities because of the war, they likely contributed to her premature death.

Burial site of Carrie S. Sheads in Evergreen Cemetery, Gettysburg (courtesy of Find a Grave).

Carrie’s bravery and her actions made her a national hero. While she helped save one Union officer’s life and the lives of many wounded men, in addition to caring for her marooned pupils under fire, she sacrificed her own health in doing so. In a time of danger and bloodshed when she easily could have fled the chaos along with many of her neighbors, she instead chose to remain, and stood strong as a calm, courageous leader, defying Confederates in her own home. Though a model both of “republican womanhood” in her support of her brothers fighting on the front lines and of Victorian female domesticity in her care for her younger siblings and her pupils, Carrie was also able to instantaneously think and act outside the traditional gender roles of her time when circumstances necessitated it, and she successfully transformed herself into a protective emblem of patriotic duty and unlikely defiance in the heat of combat. Her story shows that the line between the home front and battlefield was often blurred, and that, both at Gettysburg and beyond, many civilian women like Carrie willingly put themselves in harm’s way to mediate conflict and suffering, and to do their part to save the Union.

Works Referenced

Bennett, Joan Cleary. “Women and the Battle of Gettysburg.” Hood College, May 1988. Document courtesy of Adams County Historical Society.

Brockett, L. P., and Mary C. Vaughan. Woman’s Work in the Civil War: A Record of Heroism, Patriotism, and Patience.  Boston: R. H. Curran, 1867. Google Books. Page 776-777. https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=t_ALAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA776&dq=%22Carrie+Sheads%22&num=100&client=firefox-a&hl=en#v=onepage&q=%22Carrie%20Sheads%22&f=false

“Caroline Sheads.” Ancestry.com. 1850 United States Federal Census, Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania [database on-line]. Lehi, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2009.

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“CWRT Told of Local Histories.” The Gettysburg Times, October 29, 1977. Newspaper Archive. https://access.newspaperarchive.com/us/pennsylvania/gettysburg/gettysburg-times/1977/10-29/page-5/ .

Duttera, Sharon. “Seminary Principal Saved Life of Union Officer with Quick Thinking.” The Gettysburg Times. August 20, 1983. Document courtesy of Adams County Historical Society.

“Gettysburg’s Carrie Sheads House Artillery Shell.” Gettysburg Daily. Accessed April 7, 2022. https://www.gettysburgdaily.com/gettysburgs-carrie-sheads-house-artillery-shell/.

“July 1, 1863: A Brief History.” American Battlefield Trust. Accessed April 7, 2022.  https://www.battlefields.org/learn/articles/july-1-1863 .

“Scenes of the Battle of Gettysburg: A Model School for Young Ladies.” National Republican, Washington, D.C.  November 28, 1863. Document courtesy of Adams County Historical Society.

Sheffer, Elizabeth A. “The Sheads House.” The Gettysburg Times, January 23-24, 1988. Newspaper Archive. https://access.newspaperarchive.com/us/pennsylvania/gettysburg/gettysburg-times/1988/01-23/page-14/

Modest Means and a Westward Move: The Story of the Slyders

By Erica Uszak ’22

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

The Slyder house and outbuildings, alongside the monument to Vermont Companies E and H of the 2nd United States Sharpshooters. Photo credit: “Barns of the Civil War: John Slyder,” AgedWoods, posted July 20, 2017, https://www.agedwoods.com/barns-civil-war-john-slyder/” https://www.agedwoods.com/barns-civil-war-john-slyder/

Upon their return after the battle, John and Catherine Slyder must have looked despairingly upon their farm that they had called home for over a decade. A place where they had watched their children grow, a home that they had marked with their initials as their own, now lay in ruin from the destruction of war. As with many other families in Gettysburg, faced with harsh decisions to rebuild or move elsewhere, they chose to move on, selling most of their possessions and heading west to Ohio in search of a new start.

John and his wife, Catherine Study Slyder were Maryland natives and possibly moved to Gettysburg as early as 1840.[1] They attended St. James Lutheran Church in Gettysburg, celebrating their son’s baptism in 1844. They had five children in all, but by the time of the battle, likely only three children remained in the house: John D. (age 19), Hannah (16), and Isaiah (9).  John and Catherine made sure that their children attended school in Gettysburg. Catherine is marked in the 1860 census as illiterate, although she is not marked as illiterate in other census data. Regardless, she still impressed upon her children the importance of education.


[1] His daughter, Matilda, was born in 1840 (age 10 in 1850 census) in Pennsylvania. The eldest son, William, was born in 1836 in Maryland.

St. James Lutheran Church in Gettysburg. Photo credit: “St. James Lutheran Church,” posted May 25, 2009, https://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM6FAB

In 1849, John and Catherine saw an opportunity to further themselves as independent farmers. They poured their savings into the purchase of seventy-four acres at the foot of Big Round Top. In the next year or so, they also bought another thirteen acres on the Taneytown Road. It remains unclear how much John built himself or what structures already existed on the property in 1849. In 1852, one of their sons, William, etched his initials into the two-story stone house, forever marking it as the Slyders’ home. Perhaps the house had been finished in that year. In 1850, John only had about $1,600 worth in real estate, worth about $57,000 in 2022, a modest but meager amount. He likely had to start from the ground up to establish himself as a successful farmer.

By 1860, the Slyders’ investment in their farm had played out well. Census records estimate their real estate value at $2,000 and personal estate at $800. Agricultural census data reveals their success at an even better scale: The census taker evaluated the farm’s worth at $2,500, noting that about half of the eighty-eight acres were improved and used for various purposes. They raised plenty of animals, including two horses, five dairy cows, four cattle, and sixteen pigs. They harvested multiple crops including oats, wheat, corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, and they picked pears and peaches from their orchard.  They also built a barn, kitchen, and other structures to keep the farm and house running. No doubt the family looked upon their farm with pride, knowing that their hard labor and persistence had paid off. They likely felt assured that they had a future in Gettysburg if they kept the farm in good order and continued their hard work.

In June 1863, when news of the approaching armies became harder to ignore, the Slyders, like other Gettysburg residents, grew apprehensive. Just as they pondered their options, Union troops arrived at their very door, advising them to leave before any fighting began. The family scrambled to get a few things together, likely taking food for the journey and their valuables with them. No doubt that many thoughts about their home and their safety flashed through their minds as they wondered where to go and who to turn to. Perhaps they, as parishioners of St. James, took this moment to pray for their safety, drawing strength from their faith. Their property soon turned into a Union sharpshooters’ nest on July 2 when the skilled marksmen took refuge in the Slyders’ buildings. All too quickly, the once pastoral homestead and embodiment of a hopeful future turned into a sinister hotbed of well-executed killing. Companies E and H of the 2nd U.S. Sharpshooters slowed Hood’s Texas Brigade and Robertson’s Confederate division, of Longstreet’s Corps, as the Confederates picked their way across the rolling, boulder-strew ground up to the hotbeds of fighting along Devil’s Den and Little Round Top. Fighting also took place around the Slyder farm the next day. Union Brigadier General Elon Farnsworth led cavalry in an ill-fated charge against Confederates in the area. By the end of the battle, eighteen Confederates and three Union soldiers were laid to rest in the Slyders’ ground.[2]


[2] NPS files say three US soldiers, but historian Gregory Coco says five. On Stone Sentinels, it says that the 2nd USSS lost 5 men.

Returning home and confronted with the appalling destruction along their now blood-soaked ground, the Slyders must have raised their hands in despair. What were their options? Should they bother to rebuild? How much money should they invest in their devastated property? What did their future look like if they stayed in Gettysburg? They had suffered at least an estimated $800 worth in damage, valued at almost $18,000 in 2022. Their real estate had been valued at $2,000 in 1860, and so the cost of the damages weighed heavily upon the family.  The family’s 1868 claim later emphasized the valuable livestock they had lost—cows, hogs, chickens (thirty of them)—as well as the damage to their crops and their home furnishings. In 1860, their livestock had been valued at $360. The loss of these important animals and the significant damage to their home and land played significantly into the Slyders’ decision to move elsewhere in hopes of a better future.

By October of 1863, the family decided to sell most of their possessions in a public sale—a rather degrading practice in and of itself—and left the bulk of their life and personal history behind them. They emphasized the sale of their remaining livestock as “first-rate” and “valuable,” likely hoping to use the money towards their future in Ohio. A newspaper advertisement in Gettysburg Compiler includes a long list of items for sale, ranging from wagons to farm equipment and tools to stoves to sinks. One gets the impression that it was an “everything-must-go” type of sale. Despite this heart-wrenching sale of nearly all the tools and fruits of their free labor dreams, the Slyders likely did not want to overburden themselves with bulky items on their journey and wanted to get rid of their physical baggage, as well as their mental anguish, that had been attached to the house. It was only shortly after the sale that they moved west, placing their faith in the belief that they could somehow do it all again from scratch.

The family chose to move to Johnsville (now New Lebanon), a small town just outside Dayton in southwest Ohio, although it remains unclear what attachments they had to the area. Did they know anyone in the area? Did they have relatives? Or did they find it to be good farming land? The 1870 census lists John Slyder as a “retired merchant” with $1,400 real estate and $2,730 of personal estate. He had recovered enough money to make ends meet and retire, although it is unclear of the details of his employment and recovery after Gettysburg. In 1868, he filed a damage claim, seeking compensation for the heavy losses the family had sustained. However, there was some pushback from the government, which mistakenly recorded him as merely a tenant of the farm and not the owner. The result must have deeply frustrated and aggrieved Slyder, who, like so many others, had unfairly fallen victim to the bureaucratic, error-ridden process.

In 1873, John Slyder died in Johnsville. Determined to receive some sort of compensation, Catherine continued the damage claim process, although without success. The claim was disallowed by the government in 1877, the same year that the Slyders’ house supposedly sold. Before this time, Catherine’s brother supposedly rented the house from time to time; however, the burden of upkeep and taxes on the property sure placed a significant strain on the Slyder family. While the Slyders managed to rebuild a future in a new state, they surely looked back upon Gettysburg with anguish and frustration; yet even in their personal loss, they could still take comfort in knowing that their fortunes were inextricably bound to a great victory in their nation’s history. They had sacrificed their modest farm and home for the Union.

Works Referenced

2-12 a Slyder Farm History, Structures, Etc., Vertical Files, Civilian Battlefield Files, Courtesy of Gettysburg National Military Park.

Coco, Gregory A. A Strange and Blighted Land, Gettysburg: The Aftermath of a Battle. Gettysburg: Thomas Publications, 1995.

“Farm Field to Battlefield.” National Park Service wayside interpretative marker.

Hawks, Steve A. “Battle of Gettysburg: Slyder Farm.” Stone Sentinels. https://gettysburg.stonesentinels.com/battlefield-farms/slyder-farm/, accessed February 27, 2022.

Hawks, Steve A. “Battle of Gettysburg: Vermont Sharpshooters, Companies E & H.” Stone Sentinels. https://gettysburg.stonesentinels.com/union-monuments/vermont/vermont-sharpshooters-companies-e-h/. Accessed February 27, 2022.

“John Slyder.” Ancestry.com. 1850 United States Federal Census for Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania [database on-line]. Lehi, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2009.

“John Slyder.” Ancestry.com. 1860 United States Federal Census for Cumberland, Adams, Pennsylvania [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2009.

“John Slyder.” Ancestry.com. 1870 United States Federal Census for Jackson, Montgomery, Ohio [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2009.

“John Slyder.” Ancestry.com. Pennsylvania and New Jersey, U.S., Church and Town Records, 1669-2013 [database on-line]. Lehi, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2011. HistoricalSociety of Pennsylvania; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Historic Pennsylvania Church and Town Records; Reel: 671.

“John Slyder.” FindaGrave.com. https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/24787890/john-slyder, accessed February 26, 2022.

Free Labor, Fortune, and Fame: Gettysburg’s John Swope

By Emily Jumba ’24

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

One of the leading Democratic voices and most influential figures in the greater Gettysburg community, John Swope grew up in a wealthy family and received an excellent education, which he used to start his own lucrative medical practice.  The privileges afforded to him by his youth, along with sheer luck, helped him to emerge relatively unscathed from the Battle of Gettysburg in comparison to many of his neighbors, allowing him access to several unique opportunities in the following years.

 John Swope was born on December 25, 1827 in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania to George and Margaret Swope.  John would be their only child.  George Swope worked in Gettysburg as a dry goods merchant when John was born, but was elected President of the Gettysburg Bank in 1849, following the retirement of Margaret’s wealthy father, George Smyser, from the position.  In 1850, George’s real estate was valued at $5,000; thus, not only did familial connections earn him a leadership position at the bank, but he also had reasonable wealth in his own right to justify such distinction.  George embodied the free labor ideology dream, working his way up to the status of a merchant, and eventually accumulating enough wealth to purchase his own house and farm, which tenants maintained. His son would, in many ways, follow in his father’s footsteps, but ultimately come to leave an even larger political footprint upon not only the town, but also the nation.

George helped the Gettysburg Bank transition into the highly successful Gettysburg National Bank.  He also served as the President and Director of The Gettysburg Railroad Company, Gettysburg Water Company, The Adams County Mutual Fire Insurance Company, and the Gettysburg and Petersburg Turnpike Company—positions which assured the Swope family’s influence over some of the most significant civic organizations in the borough.  The small family moved into a newly constructed, two-story brick house at the corner of York and North Stratton Streets in 1836.  The property also came with a stable, a well, and a two-acre plot of land outside of town where the Swopes would also have a small farm.  This land purchase made George Swope a success in the eyes of free labor ideology proponents who would celebrate him for earning these successes through hard work and the pursuit of moral living (while likely disregarding the connections with George Smyser that helped smooth his path).

John Swope was used to sharing his family’s home with individuals from outside his nuclear family throughout his life.   His grandfather, Judge Smyser, sister-in-law, Bessie L. Mile, and niece, Blanche Klinger all lived with him for varying blocks of time. Additionally, many servants also occupied the house, ensuring that the Swopes would always live in comfort.  Once the top half-story was added on in 1860, the servants began living on that floor, and even had their own staircase down into the kitchen.

John boasted a highly respectable educational pedigree that set him up well for success, prosperity, and influence later in his life.  He initially enrolled in Pennsylvania College in 1842, where he studied until 1844.  He then transferred to Princeton University to complete his undergraduate degree, and eventually continued on to earn his M.D. from the University of Pennsylvania.  His doctoral program consisted of classes that were held four months a year for two years.  His degree certified him to work as both a doctor and a dentist.  After graduating, Swope opened a lucrative practice in Hanover, where he worked as a physician.  Hanover was the original home of George Swope, so John likely still had connections to that community.

In October of 1849, Swope married Emma Wirt, who was from Hanover.  They had four children together (three of whom survived to adulthood) before her death in 1862.  They began their marriage living temporarily with George and Margaret in Gettysburg before moving, in 1850, to Frederick Street in Hanover, next to the home of Emma’s father.  Despite living in Hanover, John served as the Director of Gettysburg National Bank from 1852 through 1857 (his father’s post undoubtedly contributing to his appointment there). 

Tragedy struck the young family in 1860 when their daughter, Emma (named after her mother) passed away at the age of two, just days after John’s thirty-third birthday. With John and his wife undoubtedly still reeling from their grief, George and Margaret persuaded the couple to move to Gettysburg in 1861, shortly after the Civil War broke out.  The two generations of Swopes lived side-by-side, as George had turned his home into a duplex in 1860 by adding on a two-story brick house that adjoined the western wall of his own home.  He gave the new half of the home to John as a reward for his graduation from medical school. (Interestingly, the duplex abutted the home of another of Gettysburg’s wealthiest families, the Codoris, who owned both a home in town and an ever-sprawling farm along the Emmitsburg Road).  Despite living in Gettysburg, John maintained his practice in Hanover for two more years, only moving his office to Gettysburg after the battle. 

Despite the death of his young daughter, between his excellent education, the initial success of his medical practice, and his growing family, John had likely felt prepared for a comfortable life of wealth and influence in Gettysburg.  However, tragedy struck again in 1862 when John’s wife, passed away, leaving him with three children to raise on his own.  While he would have certainly been devastated by this tragedy, John still had his parents living next door and the servants who stayed with him who could provide assistance in rearing the children, helping to ease the loss in at least a small way.  A year later however, the war would come literally to his doorstep, and John would again face tragedy, this time through the widespread carnage that destroyed so many of his neighbors’ livelihoods. 

A month before the two armies would collide in his home town, John registered for the draft.  The newly passed Enrollment Act of 1863 had required him to do so, as he fit the age requirement of being between 20 and 45 years old (he was 35 years old at his registration).  Perhaps the grieving Swope comforted himself with the thought that, if he were to be drafted, at least his service on the front lines might serve as both a physical and mental escape from the melancholies and recent tragedies that had befallen his household.  Additionally, if drafted, John could provide his medical services to the soldiers in blue. Quite noticeably, however, he did not go so far to enlist, perhaps due to his Democratic political leanings which would have been at odds with the current policies of the Lincoln administration.  John also likely hesitated to enlist because it would require him to leave behind his successful medical practice and his young children.  If he were killed in battle, he would leave them as orphans, likely dependent on his own aging parents for support. Even if he were not killed, the medical practice he had worked his whole life to proudly bring into fruition would have to be sacrificed, or at least temporarily abandoned, thus removing a key facet of Swope’s professional identity—and leaving needy patients in the community without their reliable caretaker .  Thankfully for at least one of the impending battle’s wounded, Swope was able to remain at home.

During the Battle of Gettysburg, John Swope likely hid in his basement with his family.   He probably stayed at home to protect the house, as both he and his father had a large investment put into the home.  For example, George’s half of the duplex alone was now worth $8,000 in 1860.  Even if John could not personally keep the battle away from his home, at least he could watch over the house and try to prevent expensive items from being stolen or destroyed.  He also sent a friend, Dr. J.W.C. O’Neal, to check on his parents’ farm outside of town.  O’Neal was related by marriage to John, as his wife also hailed from the Wirt family.  However, the mission turned out to be much more dangerous than expected, and O’Neal was captured by Brigadier General James Johnson Pettigrew’s Confederate soldiers and reportedly forced to tend to Confederate wounded during the battle.  As O’Neal was coerced into providing medical services for the Confederate army, his disappearance likely left John wondering about the fate of both his friend and the farm.  While luck kept him out of aiding the Confederates, he probably felt distressed and guilty for O’Neal vanishing.  If John had not sent him to check on the farm, he may have been sitting safe in his own basement.

On July 1st, the fighting raged around Swope’s home in town.  The Louisiana Tigers, and specifically Brigadier General Harry Hays’s Brigade of Brigadier General Jubal Early’s Division, pushed elements of the Union Eleventh Corps, commanded by Major General Oliver Howard, up North Stratton Street.  The street runs parallel alongside the eastern wall of George’s half of the house.  The most famous of the men killed during this struggle was likely Sergeant Amos Humiston, whose death prompted a national newspaper search for his family and famously led to the idea for the eventual creation of the National Homestead Orphanage for children of deceased soldiers in 1866.  He died clutching a stereograph of his young children—children not much older than John Swope’s.  Sgt. Humiston fought in bloody hand-to-hand combat in the streets, an unusual scenario for Civil War soldiers who were accustomed mostly to firing in distant lines across a field.  This disorienting and terrifying struggle took place just steps from where John spent his innocent and privileged childhood—the house where he now hid in the basement with his own children for safety.

The Swope home made it through the battle, although John Swope would file a claim with the state for destruction to his property committed by Brigadier General J.E.B. Stuart’s men, which likely occurred on July 3rd when they fought at East Cavalry Field.  In the claim, John likely referred to the small farm that he would ultimately inherit from George which was about two miles outside of town.  In 1879, he received $133.00 for his losses—a more sizable amount than many claimants.  The state of Pennsylvania only rarely compensated the claimants for losses caused by the Confederates.  It is possible that John received the $133.00, while many of his neighbors received nothing, because his family enjoyed so much power and influence in both Gettysburg and Adams County.  Three generations of the extended Swope family held the position of President of Gettysburg National Bank, with their control spanning more or less from 1824 until 1905.  Such influence, combined with their standing as the wealthiest family in the county in 1863, may have helped John’s cause while applying for a claim, despite the family needing that money far less than their middling and poor neighbors who received nothing. Due both to the enormous financial strains that the mere prosecution of the war effort had placed upon the state and federal government, combined with free-labor fears of creating a government-dependent lower class, few families would receive any payout from the state.  However, through their various lucrative enterprises in town, John Swope and his predecessors had established themselves as models of moral living and independent financial success, demonstrating both the good character and respectable work ethic of individuals who could be trusted and would likely not to become dependent on government handouts in the future, and whose continued leadership in the community was both needed and valued.

However, more immediately after the battle, Swope’s home became a field hospital.  On July 11th, Lieutenant William “Willie” Pohlman of the 59th New York was brought there to recover from wounds he received during the Pickett-Pettigrew assault on July 3rd.  Lieutenant Pohlman’s parents had worked as missionaries of the American Board of Foreign Missions to China and he had been born in Borneo during one of their trips.  After Pohlman’s mother passed away, his father had sent both him and his sister to Albany, New York to be raised by their aunt and uncle.  Pohlman’s father would die while making an ocean voyage.  Despite his determination to follow his parents’ path and also become a missionary, Pohlman enlisted in the 1st New Jersey Infantry after completing his freshman year at Rutgers University.

That decision would ultimately link his fortunes fatefully to the Swope family, as in January of 1863, Pohlman was promoted to lieutenant and transferred to the 59th New York in which he would serve as an adjutant during the Battle of Gettysburg.  Gettysburg would be Pohlman’s thirteenth battle of the war. During the Pickett-Pettigrew assault, Pohlman received two wounds.  First, a shell fragment hit his upper left arm.  He refused to go to the rear of the lines and instead told his comrades, “No, never while I have a sword arm left.”  He drew his saber with his right hand to continue fighting, only for that wrist to be hit by a bullet.  Pohlman again refused assistance from his men, who offered to escort him behind the Union lines to receive medical treatment; true to nineteenth-century sentimentalist views of battle, which held that even a single soldier had the power to change the course of battle if he fought courageously, Pohlman insisted that the men remain on the field, as he believed every man could make a difference in the fight.  Pohlman instead found his own way behind the Union lines to the field hospital he would stay at until July 11th, when he would be brought to the Swope house to continue his recovery.

Pohlman’s and John Swope’s fortunes may have collided on July 11th for two key reasons:  First, John Swope was a doctor who had been practicing for several years in Hanover by then.  He could have provided key medical services to Pohlman, and to countless numbers of other wounded men.  (According to Mary Pohlman,  (William’s sister), he was also nursed by Eliza W. Farnham, who treated him at the original field hospital and tracked him down after he was moved to the Swope house).  Additionally, Pohlman’s family was extremely wealthy, which meant he grew up in a similar socio-economic class as John Swope.  Therefore, it is possible that Pohlman (or his initial caretakers) may have heard about the Swope family and thought he would be able to recover more comfortably there.  After examining Pohlman, Swope called for an experienced surgeon from Baltimore (Swope usually avoided surgeries).  Then, in an effort to communicate Pohlman’s fate to his loved ones and provide comfort in the chaotic weeks following the battle, he began to exchange correspondence with Mary Pohlman.

As sometimes happened with wealthy families of officers, Mary eventually sent a carriage to Pennsylvania with the aim of retrieving her brother so that he could complete his recovery within the comforts of home, under the care of his loving family.  However, such was not to be his fate.  Lt. Pohlman seemed to be recovering well until July 20th, when his wounds suddenly began to hemorrhage and he became confused.  On July 21st, Pohlman passed away in Swope’s house, with the carriage sent by Mary to retrieve him still en route to Gettysburg.  Pohlman’s body was embalmed in Gettysburg (which John probably had ordered) before being returned home to Albany for burial.  John provided Polhman with the sentimentalist version of the “Good Death” that soldiers often imagined when enlisting.  Not only did he provide Pohlman with excellent medical care (even going so far as to call in a surgeon from out of state), but he also made sure Pohlman rested in as much comfort as could be provided in the situation.  John helped Pohlman to communicate his last wishes to Mary, which is an opportunity that most soldiers in the Civil War did not have.  After Pohlman’s death, John ensured the return of his body home to Albany for a full Christian burial. 

Despite John’s attempts to avoid the war (including his reluctance to enlist), the grim realities of war still found their way quite literally into his house alongside Pohlman, even after the battle raged in the streets around the home.  John may have seen tending to Pohlman as satisfying his patriotic duty to his country, as he tended one of its fallen heroes.  Even though he never enlisted, John could say that he contributed to the war effort, opening his home to a wounded Union officer.  While doing so, John certainly thought about the impact that bringing the reality of war into his home would have on his young daughters.  Even though he remembered a peaceful, innocent childhood in the Swope home, his daughters would grow up to have memories of hiding in fear for their lives in their own basement during the battle, as soldiers fought in the blood- soaked streets outside their doorstep. They would remember the once pristine, blood-soaked operating table and furniture surrounding Pohlman during his final days; they would have the memory of Pohlman’s desperate cries and struggles for life amidst his hemorrhage imprinted in their young minds forever.

Despite their grim memories of the battle, in the years following the Battle of Gettysburg, the Swope family remained prosperous, unlike many of their neighbors who struggled with significant financial losses after the battle.  John’s home had survived the battle relatively unharmed, and he would eventually receive compensation for the damage it did face from his claim.  John Swope remarried sometime before 1870 to Blanche Mitchell.  They had three more daughters together who survived to adulthood.  His post-war fortunes helped him to bounce back from the personal tragedies that had defined his life on the eve of the war. He also benefited from never having to serve on the front lines during the war itself and thus avoiding being torn away from his family to fight, unlike so many others.  He may have paid a commutation fee to have someone else serve in his stead after registering for the draft, or perhaps John just benefited once again from luck and was never drafted.

Swope continued to use the post-battle years to become more actively engaged in the Gettysburg community and take advantage of numerous professional opportunities.  He moved his medical practice to Gettysburg shortly after the battle, likely helping to treat additional injured.  In 1879, he became the President of Gettysburg National Bank, following the death of his father, George, who had previously held the position.  Additionally, John donated $5,000.00 to St. James Lutheran Church (which the family were members of) in honor of his father to help fund the construction of the church’s new bell tower.  The church sat diagonally opposite the Swope House at the intersection of York and North Stratton Streets.  After the church completed the bell tower’s construction, the tolling of the bell could be heard on the Swope property every Sunday morning, reminding John, and everyone else within hearing distance, of George.  Having inherited George’s wealth and property, he also made significant renovations to the home to showcase his newfound wealth and thereby expand his own influence within the community.  In the last census before George’s death, his combined personal estate was valued at a whopping $157,000, and his real estate at $8,000.  To that end, he replaced the original eighteen-pane windows on the front of the house with four-pane windows (the larger sheets of glass were more expensive and a clear sign of “conspicuous consumption.”).  He also added bump-outs to the east side of the house where George had lived.  John finished his renovations by adding molding to the roofline in the front of the home, which served as a clear statement piece about his socio-economic position.

Gaining momentum from his new-found personal wealth and local prominence, in 1884, Swope ran, and was elected, to replace Democrat William A. Duncan in the United States House of Representatives.  Swope moved his family to Washington D.C., where they would remain through his death.  After finishing out Duncan’s term, Swope was elected for his own full term, thus solidifying the Swope family name in not only local, but also state and national political influence. However, Swope’s rapid rise within the political arena must have complicated his life within certain sectors of Gettysburg.   Many of the other prominent families in the borough were Republicans whose political views would have clashed dramatically with his own (especially during the war years and those immediately preceding and succeeding them). To hold dissenting views as merely fellow voters within a community was one thing; to suddenly represent the community through an official Democratic voice in Congress was another.  Nevertheless, it appears Swope’s personality and political savvy somehow enabled him to navigate these challenges remarkably smoothly, as his obituary noted that he had “filled the position with great credit to himself and his constituency.”  Indeed, Swope appears to have cultivated a reputation of personal honor similar to that which had gotten his father first elected as President of the Gettysburg Bank almost forty years prior.  Never one to forget his home town, no matter how great his political fortunes, while living in Washington D.C., John remained actively involved in the affairs of Gettysburg outside of the operations of the bank.  He also gave back to his original college in his hometown.  In 1882, he became the Vice President of the Board of Trustees of Pennsylvania College—a position he held until his death.

Despite his professional and financial successes, however, Swope suffered from poor health during the last two years of his life.  Battling through numerous illnesses, Swope eventually lost most of his eyesight.  He passed away in the morning on December 6, 1910, in Washington D.C., just shy of his eighty-third birthday.  His former neighbors in Hanover and Gettysburg received the news of his death through telegraph.  Swope was buried alongside his first wife, Emma in Evergreen Cemetery in Gettysburg on December 8, 1910.

Thanks to his family’s wealth and influence, John Swope enjoyed a largely privileged life which ultimately helped him launch a political career that extended the Swope family’s influence beyond Gettysburg to the national level.  His father, George, had followed the free labor dream, climbing the socio-economic ladder and setting John up for a life of success. However, no amount of familial hard work, top-notch education, and inherited wealth could, keep tragedy from John Swope’s front door, as he struggled through the premature death of loved ones and, despite his best attempts to escape the war, brought the bloody conflict into his own front parlor.  Undoubtedly changed forever by his all-too-personal encounters with death and suffering that the battle and his unexpected patient, Lt. Pohlman forced upon him, Swope nevertheless rallied in the wake of war to continue to serve the family, the community, and the nation that had nurtured him and his good fortunes since youth.

George Swope, John’s father, who established the family in Gettysburg (photo credit: https://play.google.com/books/reader?id=9StWAAAAMAAJ&pg=GBS.PA4.w.2.0.0&hl=en)
Lt. William Pohlman, 59th New York Regiment. Wounded twice in the Pickett-Pettigrew Assault of July 3rd, John Swope welcomed Pohlman into his home while he recovered (photo credit: https://images.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2000/361/5126437_977900508.jpg)
Obelisk marking the burial plot of the Swope family, with each side of it dedicated to a different generation of the family.  It stands in the Evergreen Cemetery in Gettysburg.
The Swope family crest, featuring the imperial eagle, a golden shield representing their honor, and stars that represent their lofty ambitions.  The family immigrated to Pennsylvania from Germany in 1720. (Photo Credit: https://play.google.com/books/reader?id=9StWAAAAMAAJ&pg=GBS.PA4.w.2.0.0&hl=en)
The Swope House as it stands today.  When John lived there, the bottom left window was the entrance to his half of the duplex.  The original structure that George built in 1836 starts at the front door and continues to the corner of York and North Stratton Streets (to the right).
A model of the Swope house, as it would have looked in 1863, located in the NPS’s diorama of 1863 Gettysburg in the David Wills House (Photo Credit: Ziv Carmi.

Nature and Nurture in 1863: Anna Louisa Garlach

By James Duke’24

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

Author’s note: I would like to give special thanks to the Adams County Historical Society for providing me with Anna’s primary source materials.

Pictured here are Anna and Frank Garlach, sister and baby brother. They survived alongside Catherine, their mother, and William, their brother, during the three days of battle at Gettysburg. Their father missing and their mother tied up with protecting the family in his stead, Anna took care of her brothers and provided them comfort while the Union and Confederate armies fought in the streets of town.

Anna Louisa Kitzmiller (1845-1919), born Anna Louisa Garlach, was a lifelong resident of Gettysburg. She, along with so many others born in the decades before the Civil War, had the unfortunate fate of being caught in the literal crossfire and chaos of the battle which swept through her hometown, leaving seas of dead and wounded across the once-picturesque countryside and the charming small town. A teenager at the time of the battle, she lived in a house which comprising 319, 321, and 323 Baltimore Street, where she hid with her family during the battle. Her town besieged, she saw soldiers in blue and grey fill the streets, the bloody warfare which plagued Virginia spilling North. From her home, she witnessed the ebb and flow of Union and Confederate lines, as well as the presence of a particular stranger dressed in blue, General Alexander Schimmelfennig, who hid behind her house for three days during the battle. Alone, confused, and wary of the violence around them, the Garlach family was trapped for three days of bloody battle during which they grew to have an intimate knowledge of war and its aftermath, despite knowing little about the picture and larger significance of the fighting that was unfolding around them.  They are but one human piece of a larger puzzle—the story of Gettysburg. – their story is one of many which tell the tale of Gettysburg.  

Anna’s father, John “Henry” Garlach (1817-1887) was a carpenter by trade. He had purchased the house on Baltimore Street in 1855, where he lived with his wife, Catherine. Catherine Garlach (1822-1893) would be the fateful observer and protector of Schimmelfennig during the general’s three days of concealment, bringing him food whenever she went to feed the hogs in the backyard. Anna had four siblings – George, William, Catharine, and Frank, of whom she was the eldest. One of around fourteen carpenters in Gettysburg, Henry must have made a decent living, despite his manual profession. The family had property downtown with a real estate value of $1,300 dollars; his personal estate was worth $500. The family also clearly cared about the education of their children, as Anna attended the Gettysburg Female Institute, located on the corner of Washington and High streets, with Tillie Pierce, one of the more well-known civilians of Gettysburg during the war.

Though Pierce’s account of the fighting is one of the more oft-quoted narratives of the battle, Anna also published her own account of the battle in the Gettysburg Compiler in 1905. Eighteen at the time of the battle, Kitzmiller finally told her story as she remembered it at age sixty. Starting on the evening of June 30th, Kitzmiller described the Federal army entering town, and how she and her family endeavored to feed them, then offered them dinner on the next day. Several of the neighbors fled outright, fearing the coming conflict;  if the Federal  army had arrived, the Confederate army likely was not be too far behind. Henry, enraptured by the approach of the army, went to see what was going on in town. He did not return until the battle was over. Soon, other neighbors joined the Garlachs in their home; Anna notes eleven in number besides her own family, making a crowded group of fifteen occupants on July 1st. The large home of the Garlach family made a good place to gather; they had plenty to give and a great deal of space. As was true for other civilians moving from house to house seeking shelter and comfort with friends and acquaintances, within the Garlach home, Gettysburgians who once had been used to socializing and doing business together now huddled in shelter for fear of the massed armies at their doorsteps; the labor of the day was mere survival. The first shots of battle rang out as Anna was shelling beans for the soldiers who were to come for dinner. They never came.

The battle raged for hours as the Garlachs anxiously marked time. Eventually, a wounded Union cavalryman made his way into town, right past the Garlach house; Catherine tried to dress his wounds, but before she could finish the job, the Union retreat into town was in full effect. The man went riding off to join them. Much to Anna’s shock, the brave men whom the young girl had fed the day before were now fleeing just as many civilians had during the army’s advance. Not long after, the streets were full of men packed so tightly they could have been cobblestones. Anna would later recall in her memoir, “In the retreat of the first day, there were more people in the street than I have seen since at any time. The street seemed blocked. In front of our house, the crowd was so great that I believe I could have walked across the street on the heads of the soldiers.” If the soldiers who were supposed to protect the civilians were retreating, what were the Gettysburgians to do?

The Garlachs were told to go to the cellar by retreating Federal troops, but Catherine took Anna and the others up the street to a house with a ‘ten pin alley,’ the George Shriver home, where they hid until nightfall until the streets were safe to return home. George Shriver not only ran the bowling game but also the Shriver saloon. The Shrivers were wealthy due to their thriving liquor business, and their saloon was a place to secure needed supplies for the refugeeing family. The constant rush of both soldiers and civilians was a common occurrence throughout this first day of battle;– though many had fled before the battle, many more had remained. Inside the saloon, the former place of liveliness and laughter became quiet except for hushed whispers and distant gunfire. Anna and Catherine found a place to secure the children with them, keeping them calm until night fell.

Soon, the Garlachs departed from the Shriver house, as did the neighbors who took refuge with them. Once back in their own home, which the Garlachs realized was now firmly within Confederate lines, Catherine made beds on the floor for the night to shield themselves from the ever-present risk of stray bullets. It was during the calm of night which Union General Alexander Schimmelfennig slipped into the alley beside the house, hiding in the pigsty. Located in the back of the house away from the street, the pig sty offered Schimmelfennig a degree of concealment from Rebel forces. Forced between the rock of isolation from protective Federal troops and the hard place of an invading Confederate army, both Schimmelfennig and the Garlach family faced a similar situation; they seemed to be mere pawns of battle who truly had no idea as to what was going on outside their home, the only hints being the booming bass of cannonades and staccato volleys of musketry in the distance.

Meanwhile, Henry eventually found himself on Cemetery Hill, having gone there to get a good look at the battle. This vantage point gave an unobstructed view of the town and the surrounding area, but it was also where the Union line formed to face the Confederate army. Suspecting him of being a possible spy, Union troops detained Henry, forbidding him from crossing the battle line and returning home. Longing to be back with his family and anxious for their safety, it is clear Henry would have realized his mistake. In going to get a clearer look at the chaos around him, he opened the Garlach home to a whole world of it. Catherine was forced to take on a new role within the besieged household. Though she held status within the household as the mother, with the man of the house missing, it was up to Catherine to fill both roles of caretaker and protector.

Catherine began to seek secondary places of shelter within the home, ordering her children to cling to the floor as to avoid stray bullets. Though the house had received little direct fire, the Garlachs had no idea if their house was a target – or an acceptable sacrifice. Furthermore, they knew that sharpshooters from both armies were using civilian homes all throughout town as sniper nests; would their house be seized for such a purpose and made into a direct target as a result? Crossfire was inevitable, and pockmarked bullet holes on the structure today show that the Garlachs’ fears were validated. Tasked with keeping the children quiet, Anna kept her brothers close and never out of her sight. Just a day ago she had been handing out food and water to soldiers, but now she was hiding from them; where had the army gone? Why had her sleepy little town become such a hotly contested target and into whose hands would it finally fall? All of these questions raced in her mind as she tried to comfort her brothers, one just a baby and the other just old enough to ask innocent questions such as, “Where’s Dad?”

It was during the morning of July 2nd that Catherine discovered Schimmelfennig among the pigs. He simply said, “Be quiet and do not say anything,” though of course her discovery would have startled her, nonetheless. The sudden intruder must have reminded her of the men whom she had fed not too long before, as well as those who had retreated so haphazardly through town. Despite the dangers of harboring an officer behind enemy lines, she took pity on him, feeding the stranded general while the battle raged. Though after the war some called him a coward for hiding so, especially forcing a woman to be his protector, Anna testified to the bravery of Schimmelfennig; to her, his hiding behind enemy lines was the only course of action he should, or could, have taken. It is possible she found him a little dashing, too. Her admiration for the general’s bravado was something she carried with her for the rest of her life.

Although Catherine did everything in her power to provide Schimmelfennig sustenance and shelter during the battle, she was careful not to take too many unnecessary risks. Catherine’s responsibility for her family was paramount. She set about making the cellar of their house into a livable space, assisted by the eldest of the boys, William. The cellar floor had flooded due to recent rains, so Catherine made platforms of salvaged wood on which she settled the terrified family, including Anna’s youngest brother Frank, who was only a baby at the time. They used their cellar as a safe-house of sorts – if firing commenced once again, they would seek cover there. While William and Catherine worked to make the basement habitable, Anna kept Frank close. Such a young, vulnerable soul, Frank’s world had turned upside down. With no other way to express his terror and confusion, he wept. Anna held him and comforted him as she knew a sister should.

For most of July 2nd the Garlachs stayed in the kitchen. Sharpshooters of both armies roamed the streets, skirmishing and raiding as they went on the hunt for a Rebel or Yankee soldier. Anna noted the craftiness of one Confederate who put his hat on a stick to draw the fire of Union men, then proceeded to down the enemy combatants once they had taken their shots. Later, William went to peek out of the attic window and narrowly avoided being hit by a stray ball; someone must have mistaken the boy for a sharpshooter. Catherine ultimately forced him to remain downstairs for the rest of the battle; she desperately did not want to lose a son, and she already feared that her missing husband might be dead or a Confederate prisoner. Once again keeping William at her side, Anna sought to keep both boys in check. Though the fighting would move further southward, away from their house as the day wore on, the Garlachs were not out of danger. The brutality of the enemy and the sinister sharpshooting certainly shook the family, but it would not harden their hearts. The family huddled around their hearth and stayed awake late into the night, anxious over intense firing on nearby Culp’s Hill which erupted at various times  throughout the evening. They remained on the kitchen floor, cooking their meals while huddling together for safety. the anxious family  did not know when the horrors of  battle would leave their town, if ever.

The next day, while the Garlachs sheltered in their cellar, a Confederate sharpshooter broke into the home. With her husband gone, perhaps dead, Catherine was the only person who stood between the enemy soldier and her family. She sprang into action, forbidding the soldier from entering the home and scolding him that he might draw fire upon the innocent women and children who resided there. Convinced and ultimately deterred by her display of motherly fury, the soldier departed after creating a smokescreen with a shot from his rifle. According to Anna’s account, more tried the same scheme, but none got past Catherine. Equally inspired and scared by her mother’s protective attitude, Anna redoubled her efforts. She had mouths to feed, including two young lives which depended on her to survive.

Many families were not so lucky to have met Rebels who could so quickly be deterred; houses all over town were ransacked for their goods, if any remained. Several white men were detained or imprisoned by the Southerners, and the free black population of Gettysburg fared far worse, with as many as forty black men taken south to be sold into slavery. Not willing to put her family or Schimmelfennig into any more danger, Catherine Garlach would only go out to feed the soldier during the quiet nights, holding bread and water in the pail used to feed the pigs. In the space through which not too long before thousands of enemy soldiers had poured, Catherine set out to feed a man who could have been killed on the spot if he were to be discovered by the enemy – a general who had been reduced to hiding in a hog’s heaven. The only thing between the invading force and the Garlach family was one woman determined not to let any harm come to her kin or the fighting man in her care. In those times when Catherine was gone, the vulnerability of the household was palpable. What if she did not come back? Were they truly alone? Having little time to process what was going on around her, it is no doubt that Anna took this time to cry, herself.

Following the Union repulse of the Pickett-Pettigrew charge, the living retreated, but thousands of wounded and dead remained. Anna went from taking care of her brothers to tending to the wounded. On the 4th of July, the Garlachs found themselves responsible for a wounded adjutant from the 17th Maine, simply named Roberts in Anna’s account. He remained in their care until he was well enough to go home to Maine with his father. Another soldier whom Anna mentioned was a man named Mr. Godspeed, one of the men whom they had previously fed. The family would send the wounded Godspeed food every day, visiting him at the Presbyterian Church until the field hospital had closed and he was sent along.

Just as Roberts eventually returned to his kin, so would Schimmelfennig. When Catherine came to check on him on the morning of July 4th, she saw him stiffly limping to a group of blue-clad Union men who seemed excited to see him ,as  they had previously thought him dead as well. Catherine’s husband, Henry would also return to great jubilance from the weary and teary-eyed family. The home which had served as a shelter for three days of battle was finally whole again. Henry was employed as a coffin maker and as such was busy after the battle. Though his was grisly work, he would have been able to support his family and repairs to his pock-marked home with the unexpected income.

Anna’s story claims that years later, once she had settled down with her own children, Schimmelfennig’s descendants came to visit and she showed them where their ancestor had hidden for those few days of survival through her mother’s creative subterfuge. No doubt, the descendants were grateful for the Garlach’s devotion to their loved one, and finally being able to see the iconic location of his hiding and to meet his caretakers was an important moment in their lives.  Anna went on to marry Jacob A. Kitzmiller (1842-1897) on the 24th of July, 1866. Kitzmiller was a native Gettysburgian and a well-regarded member of the community – a member of the Gettysburg School Board, a member of the Gettysburg Bar Association, and formerly a Private in the Union Army. Kitzmiller had lost an arm at the battle of Spotsylvania Courthouse in 1864. In a way, he must have reminded her of the wounded blue-clad soldiers whom she and her mother had worked to care for during those July days of 1863, as well as the stranger Catherine had risked life and limb to save.

The war never really left Anna, just as it never really left the town in which she lived. Her generation was scarred by the war and forced to deal with its consequences. It is not difficult to believe that Anna was just as wounded by the war as Jacob – just in a different manner. Mental traumas could cut just as deeply as physical injuries, and the trauma of witnessing the battle certainly left a mark. Constant reminders of the war were all around Anna – even in her marriage bed. Despite the challenges that may have come from Jacob’s amputation, the couple had two children, Ida (1867–1939) and Louise Kitzmiller (1869–1948). Anna would outlive her husband of thirty-one years, remaining in the battle-scarred town for the rest of her life. She passed away at age 71 and was buried in the Evergreen Cemetery alongside the family to whom she was so devoted. Though she was not a famous general or nationwide celebrity, Anna’s story illustrates the power of giving during a war which took so much. Furthermore, her story, along with those of all the other civilians who were trapped in the town of Gettysburg during the three-day battle, remains to remind us that the American Civil War was not only fought between armies, but by the men and women trapped between them.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears: The Rose Family and the Battle of Gettysburg

By Erica Uszak ’22

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

“The Rose Farm,” photograph taken by Jim Flook, Gettysburg NMP, August 23, 2013, “Fields of Conflict II: The Rose Farm 1844-1979, From the Fields of Gettysburg:  The Blog of Gettysburg National Military Park,
https://npsgnmp.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/fields-of-conflict-ii-the-rose-farm-1844-1979/.

In 1858, when Philadelphia butcher shop owner, George W. Rose bought his Gettysburg farm on the Emmitsburg Road, he likely thought the picturesque stone house and 230 acres of farmland, woods, and orchards, would bring him great profits and provide a peaceful and relaxing summer home. Those aspirations would be violently dashed only five years later when his farm bore brutal witness to some of the most destructive fighting of the Battle of Gettysburg. He weighed his options, wondering how he would recover from such a loss and to whom he could turn for help. Free labor ideology of the time dictated that the common man rose to and maintained prosperity through his own blood, sweat, and tears. George Rose had done everything right to reach his goal of prosperity, but much to his despair, he quickly discovered that his previous hard work would not win him any federal assistance when confronting subsequent financial struggles outside of his control.

Although George Rose owned the Gettysburg farm, he primarily resided in Germantown, a neighborhood within Philadelphia. He was a Pennsylvania native, born in 1808, and his wife, Dorothea (also spelled as Dorothy) Hegy Rose, was born in 1805. He and Dorothea belonged to the Market Square Presbyterian Church. George owned a butcher shop in Philadelphia, and he apparently rented the house to fellow butchers, as he and his wife lived with three of his younger coworkers in 1850. He had an estimated value of $8,000 real estate at the time. By 1860, his real estate value had increased to $10,000, and his personal estate stood at an estimated $500 value. $10,000 in 1860 is equivalent to about $330,000 in 2021. Clearly, he had some money to spare for a summer home, a place to enjoy the fruits of his labor, as he clutched the American Dream of prosperity and economic independence within his grasp.

His brother, John Rose, his wife, Ann, and their seven children primarily lived in the Gettysburg home. George or John Rose also hired four other people in 1860 to help maintain the property, assisting with the farm work and general upkeep of the house—yet another testament to their hard-earned financial stability that enabled them to hire the labor of others in order to guarantee an economically comfortable and physically less demanding day-to-day existence.  John worked out a deal in which he and George evenly split the interest on the crops in exchange for John and his family’s residency and maintenance of the house. An additional tenant family, the Ogdens, might have lived in the stone house at one time. It remains somewhat unclear as to whether they actually resided at the farm itself, especially since the Ogdens did not file a claim for private property damages later. Francis Ogden, the father, was a tenant farmer who lived with his wife and four sons and possessed half interest in two of the Roses’ wheatfields. Francis and his sons provided further help with extensive amount of labor required for the 230 acre farm.

Civilians like the Roses and Ogdens reacted with uncertainly to news of the approaching Confederate army in mid-June. They had heard rumors of Confederate invasions before and pondered whether they should stay or flee the area. Francis Ogden did not take any chances. He rounded up his livestock and moved them temporarily to another farm outside Gettysburg before he evacuated. Ogden’s 13 cattle, two mules, and two horses were too integral to his livelihood to lose them to either army (although soldiers did seize nine of his sheep that he had moved a few miles away). John Rose, however, was not as prepared as Ogden, and he hurried his family out of Gettysburg as the battle approached their doorstep. Because he and his family left in a rush, they were only able to collect some food and a few valuables to take with them. John likely had no time to process the full extent of what could happen to the farm, but once he left Gettysburg, his stomach likely churned as he wondered what items might have been spared from the soldiers’ wanton destruction.

The Rose farm was especially hit hard by the fighting on July 2, although both armies traversed on the farm all three days. On July 1, Buford’s cavalry likely stopped for oats and corn for their horses, trampling and removing much of the Roses’ and Ogdens’ harvest–a product of their hard work and a source of future profit. George and John Rose would later claim these crops as part of their losses. On July 2, Confederates in McLaws’s division ofLongstreet’s corps surged past the Emmitsburg Road towards the Rose farm to fight the Union 3rd and 5th Corps, and later reinforcements from the Union 2nd Corps. In particular, General Joseph Kershaw’s South Carolina brigade, as well as Paul Semmes’s and George Anderson’s Georgia brigades, engaged with Union 3rd Corps troops under Régis de Trobriand and 5th Corps soldiers under Jacob Sweitzer and William Tilton. These troops clashed in the Rose family’s infamous Wheatfield, which passed in and out of control of both armies multiple times. Union artillery, under Colonel Freeman McGilvery’s command, further damaged the Rose house and the surrounding area.

Confederates used the house for shelter and quickly transformed the comfortable rural abode and barn into grim makeshift hospitals.  They used the beds for the wounded and left the house in bloody shambles. When John Rose returned, he found the ceilings, walls, and floor filled with holes from artillery and musketry fire. The carpet, living room furniture, kitchen table, and dishes suffered damage or utter ruin, and the Confederates had raided their pantry of all food. While George owned the house, these items were almost all John and his family’s possessions. Everything they owned had vanished in a matter of days. Who would John turn to for help? How would he relay the bad news to George? No doubt, George anxiously awaited news from John about Gettysburg, as he read newspapers avidly and wondered with sickening dread about his farm’s fate.

Yet the house would mark only the beginning of their problems. Outside, Confederate soldiers lay in shallow graves, sometimes half-buried or in some cases, left above ground, their bodies decomposing in the muddy fields and woods. One visitor, a Pennsylvania attorney named John B. Linn, described a burial ground by the Rose barn in graphic detail, writing that the dead South Carolina soldiers “were only slightly covered with earth and you could feel the body by pressing the earth with your foot.” He noted with horror how “one man’s left hand…stuck out of the grave looking like an old parched well worn buck-skin glove.” An April 1912 Gettysburg Compiler article claimed that a half-severed, bloodied body rested in the Rose family’s spring, making their water unusable. The Roses later assessed that at least one thousand soldiers lay buried on their property, as they and others attempted to pinpoint the exact number of men scattered across their farm and woods. (Official government estimates place the number at a likely more accurate, but still shocking figure of 400-500 bodies). George also tried to keep a written record of some of these Confederate dead, marking the names, rank, and burial locations of about fifty Confederates, in a small notebook. The graves presented the largest problem to the Roses. Who would want to live in a graveyard of shallow burials, surrounded by the smells of rotting flesh and tainted water? They could not till the land for farming if they had wanted to. This was no place to continue raising their children. Neither George nor John likely wanted to ever live in such conditions on the property, but then, who would want to buy it?

The dead also presented an ethical question as to how to give them a proper burial. Victorian culture dictated that the dead should be given a Christian burial and properly laid to rest with an identifying grave marker– all hallmarks of “the Good Death” of the nineteenth century. Many of these dead were buried without ceremony and often without markers denoting their identities. Alexander Gardner captured the horrific battlefield carnage at the Rose farm in his photographs of the South Carolina dead just days after the armies departed Gettysburg (seen below). This famous photo captures the haphazard rush to bury the bloated bodies in shared trenches, with only a few of the bodies receiving even the simplelest of wooden headboards. The image spotlights the grim realities of warfare and quelled many of the romantic ideas civilians held about battle. Photographs like Gardner’s shocked the public, who had not been accustomed to seeing such stark images of battlefield death. Civilians and soldiers alike struggled to understand and give meaning to the lives of each individual soldier who died in battle, amidst the overwhelming number of casualties and sobering reality of the often anonymous burials.

Dead from the 2nd South Carolina Infantry. Photograph from Library of Congress and “What Happened to Gettysburg’s Confederate Dead?”, From the Fields of Gettysburg:  The Blog of Gettysburg National Military Park, posted July 26, 2012,
https://npsgnmp.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/what-happened-to-gettysburgs-confederate-dead/.

George tried to sell the house multiple times. In June 1866, he advertised a rosy picture of his farm in the local paper, describing it as “one of the most desirable properties in the county” with plentiful orchards, multiple springs, and good farming ground.  This advertisement for public sale did not attract any buyers, who perhaps knew better that the farm was not the picturesque place that George had described. In the meantime, George entangled himself with a number of creditors. He mortgaged the farm multiple times and obtained loans from different individuals. The debt piled up, not only from the farm, but from meat suppliers for his butcher shop as well. When he paid off one person, another creditor appeared, demanding money. He became skilled at fending off multiple creditors, although in late 1871, the Adams County sheriff seized the house and auctioned it off. A man named Charles Hagy, perhaps related to George’s wife, Dorothea Hegy/Hagy, bought the title to the house for a mere $100. If he was a relative of Dorothea, perhaps he was merely trying to take the house off their hands temporarily or divert the attention of money-hungry creditors. In any case, he too, could not handle the house’s finances, so control of the house passed quickly back to the Roses. No doubt George felt both the frustration and anguish of his plight, but also shame over such a public fall from his privileged socio-economic position.

Both George and John filed a claim for damages to the federal government, directing their claim to the Quartermaster General’s Office. George’s real estate claim focused on the damage to the house itself, including compensation for repairs to the ceiling, walls, and flooring. He needed reimbursement for destroyed fencing and some livestock. And more importantly, he sought compensation for the destruction of his grounds. Most of the Confederate dead remained on the property until 1870 or 1871, making it difficult to farm the land, and most importantly, to even continue living at the house. Shouldn’t the government compensate him when the army turned his private property into a public soldiers’ graveyard?

The government thought not, and turned away his claim. He did not have enough evidence that the Union army was responsible for the damages, as he had no documents to support that it was the Union army that took anything from his house; the federal government’s rigid policy only compensated owners for documented Union army-incurred property damage. George’s frustration with the government only multiplied with the absurd futility of his situation. After such a costly war, the government was reluctant to shell out additional war-related funds. However, politicians and civilians warned that some men would take advantage of the government, creating fraud and wasted money. They also feared that individuals would grow too dependent on the government for funds and that society would degenerate into a state of immoral pauperism. Nineteenth-century culture dictated that respectable men were those who worked hard and independently. People who applied to the government for financial assistance were looked upon with harsh scrutiny, as Civil War Americans often associated poverty with vice and poor character, rather than with personal misfortune beyond one’s control.

John also applied for a personal property claim, claiming interior objects like his furniture, beds, mirror, tables, and chairs, as well as small farming equipment that had been destroyed or seized by the Confederates. His claim was also turned down for the same reasons as George. In 1874, he advertised the sale of many of his personal items, producing a long list of furniture, stoves, a wide variety of farming tools, horse saddles and other items for riding, and multiple horses and cows. The advertisement read like a long list of his remaining possessions. Perhaps he, too, was trying to rid himself of debt, but it remains unclear as to the amount of items he actually sold. He listed many of the same items a year later in another advertised sale. Clearly, both brothers struggled to recover from the utter destruction of everything they owned, even as long as ten or fifteen years after the battle. Worse yet, their struggle was on display for everyone in the greater Gettysburg community to witness.

George’s troubles with the house continued, but in 1875, he sold the house to Rosanna and William Wible. However, they soon returned the house to him less than two months later, finding it unfit. The record shows that George ultimately bought the house from the Wibles for $9,000, an amount the Roses clearly could not have paid easily. Maybe the Wibles knew the Roses and had tried to temporarily lift their financial burden with their short ownerships. George closed his butcher shop for several years, instead earning meager wages as a clerk, until 1878 or 1879, when he finally saved enough money to open a small butcher shop from his Philadelphia house. By this time, George and Dorothea were physically and emotionally exhausted, approaching the age of 70. They no longer had the energy to work long hours or confront their struggles with the Gettysburg farm. By 1880, the Roses resumed renting their house to boarders for extra income, as the census shows another couple in their Philadelphia abode.

For unknown reasons, Rosanna Wible took interest in the Rose farm again in 1880, and finally bought the house for $8,000. She offered some long-standing relief to the Roses, who remained weakened by the financial burden. Dorothea Rose died in December 1881, and her husband quickly followed, passing away only one month later on January 2, 1882, of stomach cancer. They no doubt keenly felt the stress of their creditors, and although it must have brought great relief to finally unburden themselves of the house, that relief arrived just a little too late. The house had already inflicted too much damage upon the Roses’ physical and mental well-being, bringing unrelenting anguish over long sought-after, but cruelly denied dreams of prosperity and repose in the south-central Pennsylvania countryside.

Before the war, George and Dorothea Rose had no idea that their home-away-from-home would morph into their worst nightmare. They invested their life savings in the property and looked forward to a relaxing upper-middle-class lifestyle. George’s brother, John, who escaped right at the battle’s beginning, also confronted the loss of all his material possessions and hopes for eventual economic independence. The battle and its destruction had cruelly snatched away all of their dreams and finances, and the repercussions lasted until their deaths. Furthermore, they faced the humiliation of confronting their struggles in public for all of Gettysburg, as well as Philadelphia society, to see.  Worst of all, they must have felt cheated by the federal government and the entire concept of free labor ideology–the very thing that hundreds of thousands of their northern comrades were fighting to preserve and in whose name they had sacrificed their own livelihoods—and the refusal to financially compensate them for their sacrifice revealed the harsh realities, risks, and perils that accompanied the promises of free labor society.

From Fiery Ruins to Lucrative Legend: The Harmon Farm

By Alexander Dau ‘22

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

For the farmers of Gettysburg, the battle that took place there from July 1-3, 1863 was a devastating event. Their fields were the sites of immense violence and carnage. When the smoke cleared, many farms had been destroyed and the farmers’ livelihoods appeared hopelessly ruined. While some left Gettysburg to try their luck elsewhere, many others stayed, determined to rebuild. Once such farmer was Emanuel Harmon. His story showcases some of the more unique and resourceful practices that farmers relied upon in order to gain back their fortunes in the aftermath of the war’s devastation.

The Harmon farm was located west of Gettysburg along Willoughby’s Run and included a large, two-story colonial mansion known as the McLean House after its former owner. Emanuel Harmon bought the 124-acre property in October of 1857 for $10,000, equivalent to $315,000 today. Harmon must have been an already well-to-do individual to make such a purchase. Born near Gettysburg in 1818, Emanuel applied to the US Military Academy at West Point in 1836, but was rejected. At the time of the battle, Harmon lived in Washington, D.C, where he was something of an inventor, holding several patents, including one (ironically) for a fireproof house. The fact that he did not actually live at the farm himself further highlighted his wealth. He was an absentee landlord who had the luxury of renting out his farm to tenant farmers. The ability to hire tenant farmers to work your land was considered the goal of 19th century farmers, showing a mastery of the free market economy.

The site of the former Harmon farm, taken from the roof of the Gettysburg Springs Hotel.

When the battle began, the only residents of the Harmon farm were the 16-year old Amelia Harmon, whose father, Richard, was a “hydropathic” physician and Amelia’s aunt, Rachel, who was married to one of the tenant farmers named David Finefrock. Another tenant William Comfort, who would later marry Mary Harmon, another one of Amelia’s aunts, was absent from the property when the battle erupted. While census records indicate that Richard, Rachel, and Mary were all siblings, it is unknown how they were related to Emanuel. It is possible that he may have been another sibling, although there are no records to indicate such. The male tenant farmers had fled with their horses to the safety of South Mountain before the armies arrived, leaving Amelia and Rachel alone. While some today may view their actions as cowardice on the men’s part, they had good reason to leave, as it was vital that they protect the livestock that enabled their farm to function. Additionally, as several of Gettysburg’s white male citizens would be captured by the Confederates and taken to Southern prisons, it was wise for many men to flee the town before the army’s arrival. As for why the women stayed, Amelia later wrote that they felt safe behind the house’s 18-inch thick walls.

Amelia left a very detailed account of her experience of the battle. She wrote that on the morning of July 1, she and her aunt heard cannon shots from the west. Overwhelmed with anxious curiosity, both women raced to the window to see what was going on. They saw Union cavalry racing past their home to seek shelter in the woods west of the farm. But before they could reach safety, Confederate shots rang out from the trees and the Union men returned fire from behind the Harmons’ barn and various outbuildings. Amelia and her aunt immediately locked all the doors and went to the second floor. They opened one of the windows for a quick glance that nearly cost Amelia’s aunt her life when a spent Minié ball struck next to her ear. From the window, Amelia saw that the woods were swarming with hundreds of Confederates. A Union officer saw the two women and yelled at them to leave the window in order to not get killed. Amelia and her aunt obeyed, but instead of heading to the cellar where they would be safe, they headed to the house’s cupola. This may have been a case of reckless curiosity on the women’s part, since they were no longer protected by the house’s thick walls. But the possibility of seeing a battle excited them more than it frightened them. Perhaps they believed that if they were up high, they did not need to worry about being accidentally shot. Additionally, they likely were desperate to gain a sense for how the battle was unfolding—who was winning, who was losing, and in whose hands their property might ultimately fall into.

From her high vantage point, Amelia witnessed the Confederates of Archer’s brigade clash with the Union Iron Brigade along Willoughby’s Run. The Union forces were initially successful before being pushed back by Confederate reinforcements, who took up a position next to the house. Around midday, two Union companies took the farm and ordered Amelia and her aunt into the cellar. Above them, the Union sharpshooters were firing out the windows of the house into the Confederates. This period was especially frightful for Amelia. Even though it was more dangerous, she preferred to stay up top, where she could at least know what was going on. But in the dark cellar she knew nothing, only hearing booms and cracks of cannon and muskets and watching a continuous flow of blue and grey legs running past the cellar window.

At some point in the afternoon, Amelia heard the scurrying of feet above her. Through the cellar’s windows she could see grey pants. Amelia and her aunt returned upstairs to find that the Confederates had forced the Union troops out and entered the home. Alarmingly, they saw that the Confederates were preparing to burn the house in order to prevent it from being used by any other sharpshooters. Amelia begged the Confederates to spare the house, but they refused. They piled up furniture, books, and rugs and set them aflame. They also burned the barn. The fire forced Amelia and her aunt to rush out of their home. To their horror, they found that they were between the lines of the clashing armies. They made their way to the rear of the advancing Confederate line, bullets whistling past their ears and bodies falling around them. The actions of the two women surprised and amazed the Confederates. Eventually, they encountered a group of Confederate officers and journalists. After telling them their story, one of the journalists found a place for the women to stay for the rest of the battle along Seminary Ridge, and provided them with a guard and rations. Although doubtless thankful for the shelter and food, the situation must have infuriated Amelia. The Confederates had destroyed her home and now she was forced to rely on them for food and salvation. She was under the protection of the enemy, and there was nothing she could do about it.

On the morning of July 4th, Amelia and her aunt found that their guard had vanished, as the Confederates fled from Gettysburg. They stayed the night in town before venturing back to what was left of their home the following day. Amelia found the Harmon house a blackened ruin, surrounded by scores of bodies from both sides, along with the bloated remains of many horses. In the aftermath of the carnage the town’s residents buried the Confederates on the property. Although most would later be reinterred in Southern cemeteries, some were left behind and in the decades to come local newspapers would frequently mention visitors finding skeletons on the property. After the war, Amelia married a Gettysburg minister and moved across the country with him. She would not record her experiences of the battle until 1915, when she was 70 years old. At the end of her narrative she wrote, “Here I draw the curtain and allow the scene to fade into the shadow of the past.” Amelia did not take joy in recounting her harrowing experience. It is possible that she only did so because she believed that it was a story that needed to be told, and when she was done she wished to forget about it entirely.

Although Amelia Harmon eventually left Gettysburg, Emanuel Harmon began to become more invested in his property there. Despite the destruction of his farm, Harmon’s finances did not appear to suffer significantly from the battle. In 1864, he purchased some neighboring property to increase his Gettysburg land to 190 acres. But he was always looking to make more money. Along Willoughby’s Run, on the Harmon property, there was a spring which, since the 1830’s, had been rumored to possess special medicinal properties. During the battle, Confederates drank from its water and rumors soon spread of its supposed miraculous healing powers. Harmon, ever the entrepreneur, took advantage of these stories.

In 1865, several chemists tested the water and found that it had a unique composition, including lithia, a type of salt with supposed health benefits. Soon afterwards, the story of Harmon’s water became national news as individuals from various states began purchasing it. In 1867, a New York company signed a contract with Harmon to bottle and ship the water across the country. At this time, the springs from which the water originated began to be called the Katalysine Spring from the Greek for laxative, perhaps revealing one of the water’s benefits. The New York company constructed a building next to the springs where the bottling took place. However, many Gettysburg residents were unhappy with the state of the Katalysine Spring business. They felt that with the water being shipped out of Gettysburg, they were missing a huge opportunity for growing profitable local business. Therefore in 1868, they proposed to construct a hotel next to the springs to attract tourists. Harmon sold five acres of land on which the Gettysburg Springs Hotel would be built. He also ended his contract with the New York bottling business, as he saw the hotel as the more profitable venture.

The Gettysburg Springs Hotel, circa 1890.

The Gettysburg Springs Hotel would cost $30,000 dollars to build. It was three stories tall with rooms for 250 guests and included a large ballroom. The showers and baths of the hotel would use the famous Katalysine Spring water. In order for guests to easily access the hotel, Gettysburg’s residents constructed a horse-drawn railway, which included a bridge over Willoughby’s Run (the ruins of which can still be seen today). The Gettysburg Springs Hotel opened on June 28, 1869. Among the first guests to stay there was none other than George G. Meade himself, the victor of the Battle of Gettysburg. The hotel proved to be popular that summer for both tourists and veterans. In the 1870’s, the hotel expanded to include a bowling alley and ice house, as well as an artificial lake that was constructed for swimming and boating. The resort rivaled many of the grand city hotels of New York, Philadelphia, and Boston at night. Harmon, meanwhile, continued to negotiate contracts for the bottling of the Katalysine Spring water until his death in 1876.

The horse-drawn railway crossing Willoughby’s Run. The Springs Hotel can be seen in the background and the Katalysine Spring on the right.

In the years after Harmon’s death, the popularity of the Gettysburg Springs Hotel steadily declined. It remained a favorable spot for veterans, both Union and Confederate. But as these veterans died off, so did business. By 1900 the hotel was only opened for special events, including the fiftieth anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg in 1913. On December 17, 1917 a fire broke out in the empty hotel. Due to a recent snowstorm, firefighters were unable to arrive in time and soon the three-story building was nothing but a blackened ruin, just like the Harmon house fifty years earlier. In the 1930’s there was an attempt to revitalize the Katalysine Spring business, but this effort proved unsuccessful. In 1947, the land of the former hotel and Harmon farm was sold and the new owners built the Gettysburg Country Club on it. Among the frequent users of the Club’s golf course was President Dwight D. Eisenhower. In 2008, the Gettysburg Country Club declared bankruptcy and in 2011 the former site of the Harmon farm became part of Gettysburg National Military Park.

Emanuel Harmon was a true entrepreneur of local legend. He saw in the Katalysine Spring an opportunity to profit from the destruction of the battle, but the question remains as to why. Did he truly believe that the water of the spring contained healing qualities and wanted to share it with the country? Or did he view the stories of the water’s power as a chance to cajole people into giving him money, essentially creating one of Gettysburg’s first tourist traps? It is impossible to know the truth for sure. But whatever his motivations, Harmon was successfully able to turn his destroyed farm into a profitable enterprise, and transform the site of some of the most vicious bloodshed of the entire battle of Gettysburg into the stuff of lucrative legend.

A Nurse’s War: Elizabeth Salome “Sallie” Myers

By James Duke ‘24

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

Pictured here is Elizabeth Salome Meyers, who taught the children of Gettysburg before and after the battle which thrust her into the position of a nurse at the age of 21.

Elizabeth Salome ‘Sallie’ Stewart, born Elizabeth Myers on the 24th of June, 1842 to Peter Appel Myers (1816-1870) and Hanna Margaret Sheads (1818-1881), was a native Gettysburgian and impromptu nurse during the 1863 battle,. She was a teacher who worked in the town’s public school, the High Street ‘Common School.’ After the battle, Sallie acted as a nurse in St. Francis Xavier Church, which had been converted into a hospital to help the many wounded left behind by both the Union and Confederate armies. Thrust into the role of a caretaker, Myers took twelve soldiers in on her first day as a nurse, and every day afterward her home on west High Street would remain filled with wounded until the convalescents finally were able to leave the town. She published an account of her 1863 experiences in San Francisco’s The Sunday Call in 1903, and was also interviewed for the Philadelphia North American newspaper in 1909. She also kept a diary about the events that unfolded in her town in July of 1863, which was published in 1996. After the war, Sallie was elected Treasurer of the National Association of Army Nurses for her service, even though she had not officially been trained as a nurse– something she came to regret. She taught at the Franklin Street ‘Colored’ School for a time, eventually moving off of High Street into the 1st Ward of the Borough of Gettysburg where she lived out her days.

Sallie was twenty-one at the time of the battle, working as the principal’s assistant at the ‘Common School.’  She had been a teacher since the age of sixteen, and had a knack for nurture. She had eight siblings at home, the youngest of whom was around four at the time of the battle. Though she had older siblings, she still lived with her parents, no doubt helping to support the many mouths to feed. Her father, Peter, was a coach-builder who built all kinds of stagecoaches, buggies, and wagons. He volunteered in the 87th Pennsylvania from 1861 to 1862, but was released from service due to varicose veins and rheumatoid arthritis. Her mother, Hanna, was described in the census as a housekeeper.

 Living on High Street would have been a benefit to Sallie, being so close to her work; however it also put the family in an interesting social position, as High Street was a part of Gettysburg’s Third Ward, the home to a large segment of the borough’s black community. It is in this area that Frederick Douglass spoke in 1869, that Pennsylvania College janitor Jack Hopkins owned a house, and that famed abolitionist and Congressman, Thaddeus Stevens rented out and sold homes to black folks. Living in the heart of the black community would have set the family apart from and may have raised the eyebrows of many of their white counterparts – It also certainly meant that they were the opposite of wealthy. Though there is no indicator of his salary, at his death, Peter’s estate was worth only about 150 dollars .

Though there are no records of such things happening in Gettysburg, well known race riots occurred in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania around 1830-1842 due to disgruntled Irish Immigrants accusing free African Americans of stealing jobs. In the “free labor” climate of the north, this competition for employment was common, though violence was relatively rare. Gettysburg, with a sizable free African American community, can be seen as a microcosm of the success that African Americans saw in Philadelphia, the largest free black community at the time. Though there were no such incidents of violent racial discord recorded in Gettysburg, it is difficult to decipher the exact nature of the relationship between the Myers family and the African Americans who lived around them. The Third Ward was known for being the only area in downtown Gettysburg where people would rent or sell to people of color – what was the Myers family doing there? Were the family’s finances too strained for them to purchase a home in the white sectors of town? However, the census states that not only Sallie worked as a teacher, but  her sisters did as well. How would a poor family have afforded to educate multiple daughters who would later themselves become teachers? Did the Myers family perhaps choose to live in the Third Ward, and might they have had a stronger relationship with Gettysburg’s black community than did most whites?

Coming from such a large family, it is no wonder that Sallie grew to be such a nurturing individual. With so many mouths to feed, as an older sister she probably served as a second mother to many of her siblings. The career of an educator is a natural extension of this nurturing attitude, not to mention one of the few public professions deemed respectable for women during the time. By July of 1863, Sallie was on summer vacation from school, relishing the time away from work to spend more time assisting her family at home–until the fateful day of July 1st.  Sallie noted in her diary, “On Wednesday July 1, the storm broke. We were brimming over with patriotic enthusiasm. While our elders prepared food, we girls stood on the corner near our house and gave refreshments of all kinds to ‘our boys’ of the First Corps, who were double-quicking down Washington Street to join the troops already engaged in battle west of the town.”  With Federal protectors entering her beloved town, Sallie felt that urge to nurture once more; giving the haggard but heroic marchers refreshments was one way in which she could sate her patriotic fervor. However, as much as she wished to welcome the Federal Army into her beloved town, news of the brutal fighting west of town quickly reached the borough bringing with it the sobering reality of war.  A more subdued Sallie later noted that, “After the men had all passed, we sat on our doorsteps or stood around in groups, frightened nearly out of our wits but never dreaming of defeat.” Though Sallie could not fight, it was her duty to believe in and support the cause of democracy and to help uphold the morale of the troops and on the home front. In a way, as much as she was counting on those brave men to protect her, they were in fact counting on her. Her identity as a faithful “daughter of the Union” would swell the hearts and minds of every good man in the Union Army.  

However, Sallie’s early and idealistic patriotic fervor was harshly challenged by the sight of the battered retreating men who would pass her hours later. The sight of blood sickened her and made her weary; by the afternoon she was in her cellar, hiding from Confederate shells and minie-balls flying through the air over the heads of the retreating Union soldiers making their way through town. Where once an outpouring of patriotic love reined, terror gripped the small cellar as the bass of booming artillery shells exploded outside the home. Much of the black community had fled, fearing capture by the Confederate Army; many went to nearby Quaker communities or to the Lancaster area. Alone in the neighborhood with no sign of their Federal protectors, the only thing to do was hide. Peter, having been rejected by the Army, was not fit to defend his family. No doubt this was frustrating to him as the male head of the household, but there was safety in numbers. Where once many children laughed and played, silence fell for fear of being discovered by the enemy. By the evening, the bombardment had stopped. Sallie and her family emerged from the cellar as the wounded were brought into town.

After receiving a message from Dr. James Fulton of the 143rd Pennsylvania Volunteers, Sallie came to the aid of wounded men at the Presbyterian and Catholic churches nearby her home. Women all over town began to heed his call. Like many women her age, Sallie was expected to take up the matronly mantle of caregiver at a moment’s notice, even if the graphic nature of such duties was entirely new to her;  it was her duty, just as a soldier’s was to fight. Upon arriving at Saint Francis Xavier Catholic Church, she rushed to the nearest man, Sergeant Alexander Stewart of the 149th Pennsylvania Volunteers. He was dying, and they both knew it. The terror of the day’s events fully sank in, and, overwhelmed, she ran outside. Stewart, she wrote in her diary, had been shot through the lung and spine, without the ‘slightest hope’ for survival. She cried on the doorstep of the church before composing herself once more; her compassionate, caring spirit had returned. If she would not care for him, who would? She sat by Alexander, reading to him a selection from the Bible: John chapter Fourteen – “Let not your heart be troubled. You believe in God. Believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places. If it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, you may be also. You know where I am going, and you know the way.” Though he was suffering, she could give him some peace. To hear the word of God just as he would have likely heard it every Sunday, before every meal, and now before his untimely passing might ease his racing heart and give him the Victorian “Good Death” he deserved. Providing such comfort was the least Sallie could do for a man that had sacrificed so much for her beloved nation. However, Sallie no doubt also found comfort in the familiar readings which likely helped to calm her own nerves and steel herself for the grim task ahead. Now with a markedly stronger and more stoic heart with regards to coping with the stresses and sickening scenes of suffering and death around her, Sallie sought to ease Stewart’s his passing further by moving him into her home alongside other wounded men where, despite her care, he would pass away on the 6th of July. To give a dying man the peace he deserved would be all the thanks she would get.

Growing more and more accustomed to the sight of gore all around her, Sallie continued to steel herself before the men she cared for, even while the bullets of battle still flew. She notes in her diary that she moved between her home and the many hospitals around town without any fear; the soldiers commended her, but she would not have it. In her own words, “I had no time to think of the risk I ran, for my heart and hands were full.” Ever busy, she eventually moved to a hospital at Wible’s Woods, in the area called Rose Woods today. This was a triage-type of field hospital where men would go before being taken to the larger hospital at Camp Letterman, on the eastern outskirts of Gettysburg. There, she mostly focused on writing letters for wounded men, as well as those who knew they would not even make it to the camp – a task no less grave than dressing wounds. Providing the casualties of war, both the recuperating and the dying, the ability to send what might be their one last letter home was common practice – it was a final testament that every soldier wished to have. However, the emotional toll on the scribe was enormous. Nevertheless, through her actions, Sallie enabled many men to achieve some semblance of the antebellum ideal of a “Good Death” – the ability to convey final thoughts and wishes to loved ones, contemplate death with comforting Biblical readings, and hear a few words of comfort, albeit from a stranger, before joining God in Heaven above.  Such was the opposite of being savagely and unexpectedly cut down on the battlefield, or left to die alone in agony while outside, exposed to the elements.

Sallie’s care for these men would not go unnoticed after the battle. Later in the month, she received a letter from Henry Stewart, the younger brother of Sergeant Alexander. He endeavored to visit the nurse who cared so for his brother, his mother by his side. After a lengthy series of correspondence, Henry finally visited the quant town of Gettysburg with his mother in 1866. To meet the woman who gave his dying brother the peace that he could not was a way to achieve some semblance of closure to the death of such a close loved one. To hear from Sallie directly what happened to his brother, his final words, and just how he was cared for in his final moments was a vital substitute for not being able to witness these moments himself. In an interesting twist of fate, Elizabeth would go on to marry Henry Ferguson Stewart in 1867 .  Such romances were not completely uncommon in the postbellum years, as unlikely relationships did form between civilians or caregivers and soldiers who found themselves forging bonds of affection through mutual or interrelated experiences of grief. Additionally, some soldiers felt it their paternalistic duty to provide for the poor, widowed, or simply kind-hearted women who had cared for a relative or comrade, which also resulted in numerous marriages.

Tragically, only a year later, Henry, who suffered from  uremia and arteriosclerotic cardiorenal disease, was ultimately struck down by terminal pneumonia. Soon after his death, Sallie moved back into her family’s home with her son, Henry Alexander Stewart. By 1880 she was living on Baltimore Street, a significant upgrade – the more economically successful First Ward. She would continue to teach until 1905, when she became involved with the National Association of Army Nurses until her death in 1922. Her son, Henry, would (quite fittingly) be one of the founders of the Adams County Historical Society, and was an accomplished surgeon. His obituary stated that in 1902 he built one of the first X-Ray machines in Adams County. When Sallie wrote, “Besides caring for the wounded, we did all we could for the comfort of friends who came to look after their loved ones,” it would be remiss not to note that she married one of the very brothers of those loved ones she wrote about so many years ago.  Through both literary means and through childbirth, Sallie helped to ensure that the sacrifices of those loved ones would not be lost to time, and that the ideals for which they fought would be preserved and passed on to future generations.

The Warfields: The Hardships and Resilience of One African American Family

By Erica Uszak ’22

War on the Doorstep: Civilians of Gettysburg

By late June of 1863, alarms warning of approaching Confederate forces were nothing new for the 2,400 residents of Gettysburg. Living just ten miles from the Mason-Dixon line, small-scale raids, kidnappings of freed-people, and rumors of an imminent clash between the two great armies had long plagued the borough and its surrounding community.  Nevertheless, none of these events could prepare Gettysburgians for the ferocious 3-day fight between 165,000 soldiers in early July of that year that would transform the lives and lands of Gettysburg’s civilians forever. However, these civilians’ experiences were not monolithic; while some were defined by tragedy and blight, others included remarkable episodes of perseverance, successful pragmatism, and creative profiteering.  This blog series profiles the lives of diverse Gettysburgians who were forced to confront the war at their very doorsteps, each on their own terms, whose stories speak to the kaleidoscope of experiences of civilians struggling to survive, and thrive, along the Pennsylvania-Maryland border during the Civil War.

The Warfields were an African American family who evacuated before the Battle of Gettysburg began. Their story reminds us of the unique dangers that the battle posed to the African American community, such as Confederate kidnappers who trafficked many free blacks into slavery, as well as the possibility of physical abuse and even death if they dared to remain in Gettysburg. When the Warfields returned to their farm, they confronted the graves of Confederate and Union soldiers in their yard, the destruction of their home, and the loss of their crops and animals. Thus, for the Warfields, the merciful end of the battle on July 3, 1863 did not bring the conclusion of their troubles in Gettysburg, but rather ushered in a new set of challenges in recovering what they had lost.

     The Warfield house, present-day. Picture taken by Erica Uszak, September 18, 2021.
The Warfield house before its restoration. Picture found on Steve A. Hawks, “James Warfield House,” Stone Sentinels, https://gettysburg.stonesentinels.com/battlefield-farms/james-warfield-house/. Accessed October 21, 2021.

The Warfield family had moved to Gettysburg between October 1861 and October 1862. Their house had been built in 1845, and by the time of the battle, the family had constructed a blacksmith shop, a barn, and an orchard on their thirteen acres, upon which they also grew wheat and corn. The head of the household, James Warfield, was born in Maryland in either 1819 or 1821 and married a woman named Eliza. James was a farmer as well as a blacksmith. From the 1860 census, it appears that he and Eliza had six children when they lived in Uniontown, Maryland, but by 1863, a few of them may have moved away. It is also uncertain whether Eliza was present in Gettysburg in 1863.

According to the 1860 census, James Warfield was a man of modest means, with his real estate valued at $600 and his personal estate at $200. However, the 1870 census shows that, seven years after the battle, he still had four young daughters in Gettysburg to look after: Anna Louisa (also shown in the 1870 census as Ann Louisa), Martha Ellen, Mary Alice, and Sarah Jane. (Most of the daughters had been born in Maryland, except the youngest, Sarah Jane). James Warfield was literate and recognized the importance of education for his children, ensuring that his three youngest daughters had attended school by 1870.

Gettysburg was a small town in 1863 with a little more than 2,000 residents, many of whom worked as farmers like the Warfields or in a variety of middle and lower class occupations. However, it was somewhat unusual that an African American man such as James was a self-sufficient farmer, as historian Margaret Creighton notes that “many black men worked without a named skill, and labored for others as a means to credit or pay” in Gettysburg.  James certainly felt proud of his success as a farmer and blacksmith and the house that he had procured, even without the skills of reading and writing. A white family, the Sherfys, lived close by the Warfields.  The Sherfys were pacifists, belonged to the Church of the Brethren, and the patriarch, Joseph Sherfy, served as the reverend of the church. The two families must have formed some sort of working relationship with each other, as Raphael Sherfy later became the executor of James Warfield’s will and oversaw the sale of the Warfields’ house after James’s death.

There is no question that James Warfield worried about his, and especially his young daughters’ safety when he heard news of the nearby Confederate army. In October of 1862, Confederate cavalry under J.E.B. Stuart had come as close as four miles away from Gettysburg, no doubt bringing terror to the residents. In mid-June of 1863, the governor of Pennsylvania called for Gettysburgians to harvest their crops and hide their valuables or transfer them elsewhere, and one Union general, Darius Couch, warned the local residents to seek immediate shelter. People had sounded the false alarms of Confederate invasion before, but James must have felt the unique urgency of this particular situation as more people began to evacuate the area. Like many of his fellow townsfolk, James may have evacuated his family on previous occasions as a precaution. However, the increasingly panicked rumors unsettled James to the point where he felt he needed to take his family away from the danger.

The exact date of when James left remains unclear—he may have left in late June, when many others began to evacuate, or maybe as late as July 1, when he heard the sound of the guns north of town. Even so, up until the end of June, it was uncertain where both armies stood and the routes the Warfields could safely take to avoid an encounter with Confederates. Perhaps James reached out to other African American families in the area to travel together. He likely packed the bare necessities that they could take with them, like food and clothing, as well any precious items they could carry that James feared might be destroyed. The uncertainty and terror of the situation was undoubtedly maddening, as James had no idea of when—or if—the family could return.  Regardless, James’s decision to evacuate proved to be a wise move, as his house would eventually sit squarely within the major Confederate battle lines.

Many African Americans moved further north and east (and elsewhere) to avoid the Confederate army, including places like Harrisburg and even as far as Philadelphia. Many African Americans also evacuated to York and Carlisle, and other places within 30 miles or so of Gettysburg. Although we don’t know the exact of number of black kidnappings nor the fate of those taken, civilian accounts of the battle reveal that the Confederate army seized a number of African American civilians to be taken south into slavery. One African American resident was brutally attacked and mutilated by Confederate soldiers and left to suffer a painful death when he refused to go with them any further. Certainly James Warfield feared a similar attack by the Confederates and what might become of his young daughters–the eldest of whom was eight  years old and the youngest of whom merely about one year old. James also likely wondered (with no small amount of horror) what would happen if the Confederates won the battle, and what such a victory ultimately would mean for him, his family, and his home. A return to Maryland was even less secure than remaining in Gettysburg. Where would they go? What would a Union defeat meant for the country?

During the battle, it is likely that Confederate soldiers used the Warfield’s house for shelter; however, the farm and it came under fire on the second day of the battle. At one point, Alabama troops clashed with the 1st United States Sharpshooters and the 3rd Maine around the Pitzer Woods area near the Warfield farm, a fight which ended in the retreat of the U.S. skirmishers. When James returned to his property a few days after the battle, he found it much changed and significantly damaged. He summoned Abraham Flenner, a fellow (white) farmer of Adams County, who helped him assess the value of the damage to his property. While James and his family had survived and the U.S. army had won a costly, but critical victory, one can imagine his anguish at seeing his modest abode in ruin, the farm and blacksmith shop—his entire livelihood that supported his large family and for which he had worked so hard—in shambles. The house itself was damaged, his furniture ruined, his fences torn down, his bushels of corn and wheat destroyed, and his pigs and cattle missing. An unwanted graveyard now pock-marked his farm, with at least thirteen Confederates and five U.S. soldiers buried there upon it. After overcoming his shock, James’s mind likely turned to how he might possibly rebuild his livelihood, what to do with his farm, and whether anyone, including the state and federal government, would help him recover what he had lost.

The Warfields were not alone in their struggle. Numerous Gettysburg farm families found themselves in similar situations, but it is unclear to the extent that the community came together to help them. According to Margaret Creighton, African Americans in the community seemingly were left to fend for themselves when repairing damages to their property. However, she also notes that several African Americans earned money by washing the bloodied uniforms of the dead and wounded to be reused, and that they fixed damages to white families’ properties, although it is unclear as to the amount of compensation they received for either. Did James Warfield himself ever turn to his neighbors for help? His relatives? Would his neighbors refuse to help an African American family? As mentioned previously, James had at least one good relationship with his white neighbors, the Sherfy family. The Sherfys also left their farm early on the morning of July 2 and returned July 6 to ruin and destruction.  Raphael Sherfy, as mentioned earlier, later became the executor of James Warfield’s will, so it is possible that the Warfields and the Sherfys turned to each other for help in the battle’s aftermath, perhaps working to rebuild each other’s properties and replant their fields.

A year after the battle, the house and property remained a thorn in James’s side as he struggled over what to do with it. He tried to sell the property in 1864, but no one was interested. Like many other unfortunate families, especially other African Americans who evacuated before the battle, the Warfield family eventually left Gettysburg sometime in 1864 or 1865 and shifted their place of residence to nearby Cashtown, Pennsylvania. The Warfields had to settle with a rotating lease of the Gettysburg farm for income, as no one claimed interest in buying it as a permanent residence.

In 1868, the Pennsylvania state government passed a law allowing for compensation for those “whose property was damaged, destroyed, or appropriated for the public service” during the war. Warfield filed a claim that year, but it was not until the Pennsylvania government passed another act in May 1871 that they approved Warfield’s claim of property damage. In total, James applied for $516 worth of property damage–$155 for the loss of his pigs, cattle, and furniture and $361 for real estate damage to cover the loss of 50 bushels of wheat, 60 bushels of corn, fences and crops, and general damage to the house. $516 was a valuable sum in 1868—in today’s dollars (2021), that amount equals almost $10,000.

The Pennsylvania government did not grant James Warfield the full amount of $516, but awarded him $410 in November of 1871, based upon the act passed earlier that May.  Many people who filed never received anything, and the slow-moving process likely felt discouraging to James. But after eight years of persistence, James earned the financial compensation that he desperately deserved, having lost so much in the battle. He had overcome many obstacles to become a successful, independent farmer and blacksmith, and, despite the necessity, perhaps felt frustrated about having to depend on the state government for financial support. He also likely reflected upon his ironic, bad fortune that his hard-earned self-sufficiency and independence in a free state had ultimately been destroyed largely by Confederate soldiers, of all people.

James was one of many Gettysburgians to file for state compensation. In fact, so numerous were the locals’ complaints about their damages and losses that they aroused the frustration and scorn of Union artillery officer Colonel Charles S. Wainwright, who scoffed that the Gettysburg residents had “damned themselves [ with their selfishness] with a disgrace that can never be washed out.” Wainwright scorned, “Instead of helping us, they were coming in shoals with their petty complaints of damages.” For the Warfields, as for so many, the damage that their house and property sustained was far from petty. They had put their life’s work into buying the house, cultivating a farm of their own, and running a successful blacksmith business—all of which they were forced to walk away from.  And unlike the majority of their white neighbors, they had risked their lives in doing so.

James died in 1875, and after his death, the house was sold to a Frank H. Echenrode (or Eckenrode). Interestingly, it appears that, despite the unexpected devastation of the war years, James not only managed to recover some of his financial losses by 1870, but that he actually increased his wealth, as the federal census shows that he had $1,700 worth of real estate and $500 of personal estate. He resumed working as a blacksmith and farmer in Cumberland Township.

The National Park Service has worked for the past two years to restore the Warfield house to what it would have looked like in 1863. The interior of the house was presented to the public for the first time in 2021, and the house is open for visitation during certain occasions. Park staff have removed the modern additions, post-war vegetation, and stabilized the existing historic parts of the house. The park staff also worked on restoring the roofline for the original 1 ½ story house, the historic windows, and other features on the interior and outside portions of the house. Visitors can see the original floor, stone masonry, wall beams, bricks, and the house’s overall structure when they step inside. Standing outside the Warfield house, looking at Southern monuments on nearby Confederate Avenue, a sharp contrast exists between the triumphant picture of Confederate soldiers fighting to preserve the system of slavery against the story of a free African American family that toiled long and hard to earn their own house and property, only to have their home and farm destroyed by a battle that ultimately helped to save the Union. The Warfields’ story and restored home reminds visitors of how close the Confederate army came to threatening not only the family’s lives and freedom, but also their livelihoods. Despite their ultimate relocation to Cashtown, the Warfield home also attests to the Warfields’ remarkable resilience to recover and rebuild in the aftermath of the battle that helped to determine the future of four million of their fellow African Americans in bondage.

One portion of the interior of the Warfield house. Picture taken by Erica Uszak, September 18, 2021.
Another look at the interior. Picture taken by Erica Uszak, September 18, 2021
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