Saturday, February 27, 1864 Feb 27, 2005 2:40:26 GMT -5
Post by benotforgot on Feb 27, 2005 2:40:26 GMT -5
Mollie's Rememberings . . .
In time we had more to think about than raising food and preparing clothing, though that still had to be done. The war was coming closer and we were beginning to hear the battles being fought. One day Aunt Mary sent some of us under the house to dig and line a deep hole outside the cellar. Into this she put silverware, deeds, and other valuables and it proved to be a wise thing to do. The enemy never did uncover it either.
Closer came the fighting until one day we could hear the cannon booming as a battle was fought over a bridge maybe twelve miles from our home. I remember what they called that bridge, though I don't know how you would spell it — Sookietoncha, it sounded like. [The Sakatonchee River runs through this County.] It made cold chills run over you to hear that cannon.
We had already had several wounded soldiers to take care of -- Aunt Mary and Mother were fine nurses — but now they really poured into the house. I remember that Col. [Jeffrey] FORREST had some by the day before and asked Aunt Mary for a horse to ride. She had told him to take his pick, only leave her old Tom to ride, since he was real gentle. But he insisted on using Tom, and in anger she told him, "I hope he does you no good, Sir!" Late the next day, after the battle at the bridge, old Tom came home riderless with blood all over the saddle. Col. FORREST had been killed on him. [This event occurred on 22 February 1864, near Okolona, Mississippi, during the Meridian Campaign.*] Aunt Mary wept in remorse and never again rode old Tom. Col. [Jeffrey] FORREST and Gen. [Nathan Bedford] FORREST were brothers, and we saw them often.