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Civil War Births Memorial Day

Mon, 2015-05-25 06:05 -- Jocelyn Green
  Memorial Day, as we know it, began as Decoration Day shortly after the end of the Civil War. May 30, 1868, marked the first official national observance, by proclamation of Gen. John A. Logan. But the South refused to acknowledge the observance, and it's little wonder. If you read the text of General Logan's proclamation, you'll see that the day was really meant to honor the Union dead, not the Confederates. Add to this the fact that the Federal government offered little cooperation with the attempts to bring Confederate remains home to rest in the South. Last but not least, before Arlington was a cemetery, it was Gen. Robert E. Lee's home. The Lees, and most likely thousands of other Southerners, felt that turning their home into a burial grounds for the enemy (Union soldiers) was a desecration. As a result, the South honored their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war). It is now celebrated in almost every state on the last Monday in May, though several southern states have an additional separate day for honoring the Confederate war dead. Click the image to see the sheet music.   In fact, Southern women were decorating the graves of their fallen heroes before the national holiday was ever designated. In 1867, a hymn by Nella L.Sweet, Kneel Where Our Loves Are Sleeping, was published with a telling dedication: "To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead." One stanza reads: Kneel where our loves are sleeping, Dear ones loved in days gone by, here we bow in holy reverence, Our bosoms heave the heart-felt sigh. They fell like brave men, true as steel, And pour'd their blood like rain- We feel we owe them all we have, And can but kneel and weep again. Author Cilla McCain says it well in her Huffington Post article: Although there is much dispute as to the origins of Memorial Day, it is not difficult to imagine that women are the ones who inspired the tradition. After all, for the most part, it was women who were left to bury the dead. Grief stricken and with tears flowing, they had to find a way to connect with the soldiers who paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we all enjoy. Maybe honoring them was a way to deal with not only the grief, but also the guilt we feel for surviving. Read her complete article here. Even those of us who won't be decorating a loved one's grave this Memorial Day can appreciate the sacrifices that were made for our freedoms. 

Carrying On: The Sullivan Brothers' Survivors

Thu, 2015-05-21 05:45 -- Jocelyn Green
  In honor of Memorial Day, I'd like to share the following excerpt from Stories of Faith and Courage from Home Front.  A knock at the door early one January morning in 1943, brought Thomas Sullivan face-to-face with three men in naval dress uniforms. “Which one?” Thomas asked. “I’m sorry,” replied one of them. “All five.” George, Francis, Joseph, Madison, and Albert Sullivan had enlisted in the Navy upon hearing that a friend had been killed at Pearl Harbor. The one condition of their service was that they be allowed to serve on the same ship. Their request was granted, and all five served on the U.S.S. Juneau. And now the Navy declared all five missing in action in the South Pacific after a torpedo sunk their ship on November 13, 1942. The following week, a letter arrived that answered all their questions of their sons’ fates. The letter, reprinted in the Waterloo Courier shortly after it was received, read: All hope is gone for your boys being found alive. George got off the ship, as his battle station was on a depth charger, but he died on a life raft I was on. The other four boys went down with the ship, and were killed immediately, so they did not suffer . . . I know you will carry on in the fine Navy spirit. The surviving Sullivans did carry on. Their sister Genevieve joined the Navy Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service (WAVES) on June 14, 1943, and by 1944, Thomas and his wife, Alleta, had spoken to more than a million workers in war-production plants in sixty-five cities, urging them to maximize production so the war might end sooner. “People ask me and Mother and Father too, ‘How do you manage to keep your chins up and keep going?’ We just do,” Genevieve told a reporter for the Waterloo Courier. “There’s a job to be done, a big one that means the lives of many. So we must keep working hard.” The Sullivans were carrying on for the cause for which that their sons had given their lives. In the same way, we as believers must carry on for the cause for which Christ gave His life, as well. Christ died so that we might be truly free, not just from other men, but from sin itself. Our job is to share the Good News, and it “means the lives of many.” Prayer: Lord, help me to carry on your kingdom work. “We must do the work of him who sent me. ” ~John 9:4 May you have a meaningful Memorial Day!

Why I Say No to Good Things

Tue, 2015-05-19 05:00 -- Jocelyn Green
Recently, I read something in my gardening book which you natural green thumbs have probably known for eons. I read that in the spring, one of my gardening chores should be to strip off the smallest peony buds, leaving only the largest one to grow on each stalk of the plant. That way, the plant will put all of its energy into one bloom per stalk. So, rather than having several small-yet-somehow-still-droopy flowers, I can look forward to "show-stopping blooms" instead. This made so much sense to me, on a life lessons level, that I immediately marched outside and set to work pinching off the smaller peony buds. Each time I dropped one to the mulch below, I thought about how similar this is to how I must manage my time when I'm trying to grow something beautiful, which is usually a book. I have to say no to several small, good things, so I can pour my energy into something bigger. I love this analogy. I love the promise that it holds, and the freedom it gives me, and all  of us, to place our energy where it will do the most good. But would you believe that it is much, much easier to pinch peony buds off my own  plant than it is to actually say no to a real person? Today, a lovely person asked me to do a good thing that should be done. I cringed when I read the request in my inbox. She was asking for time that I had already set aside to spend working on my new book project, whether it will be conducting interviews with parents of kids with special needs, or writing the devotions. My children will be cared for during this time frame, which makes this time frame absolutely precious to me. Being a home schooling mother, this kid-free time is really, really important so I can work without distraction. "Pinch the peony!" I told myself almost right away. "Tell her you can't do it! You're already committed!" I was right, of course. And yet, I still struggled. I prayed about it, deliberated, prayed some more, and finally asked a trusted friend to weigh in. Being the wise woman she is, my friend affirmed my gut reaction. I was already committed to working during those hours. I had to pinch the peony to preserve my best energy. (Judge me now, if you will, just please don't be mean in the comments. I will delete them. Because I can.) The fact that Lysa TerKeurst has written an entire book on this concept of not saying yes to every request--and the fact that it's wildly popular--tells me I'm not alone when it comes to my desire to please others. I don't think any of us relish the idea of disappointing people. We want to serve, and isn't service a good thing? Yep. But we are allowed to discern where our service will do the most good, given our skills, gifts, and experience. Lysa TerKeurst, in The Best Yes, puts it this way: Here's the reality of our current technique: Other people's requests dictate the decisions we make. We become slaves to others' demands when we let our time become dictated by requests. We will live reactive lives instead of proactive. And reactive lives get very exhausting, very quickly. Oswald Chambers, in My Utmost for His Highest, puts it this way: The greatest enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but good choices which are not quite good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1245", "attributes":{"class":"media-image aligncenter wp-image-3129", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"400", "height":"400", "alt":"The good is always the enemy of the"}}]] When we say no to some good things, we empower our "yes" to the best--that which God has uniquely called and equipped them to do. As TerKeurst writes, "This isn't just about finding time. This is about honoring God with the time we have." Amen to that, Lysa, amen! [Tweet "When we say no to some things, we empower our bigger "yes.""]   Now, here's the thing about pinching off the smaller buds, the ones you know should not receive your best attention. It's only helpful if we literally nip the bud right off, right away. Waiting until it has already bloomed before plucking it means you've already spent valuable energy on it, and there's more to clean up. In other words, it's easier to say "No, I can't take on that commitment right now," than to later say with a knot in your gut, "Oh no, I can't keep up with this commitment anymore!" Believe me, I've done it both ways. (I'll save that story for later.) Sometimes, people won't understand why we're saying no. After all, that bigger bud we're spending most of our energy on--it hasn't bloomed yet! No one can see what we're growing before it flowers, so they may doubt the value of what we've chosen. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1246", "attributes":{"class":"media-image wp-image-3095", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"400", "height":"400", "alt":"Sorbet peonies in full bloom"}}]] Sorbet peonies in full bloom   Stand strong anyway. Whether you are a work-at-home mom like me, or work outside the  home, whether you're an entrepreneur or a college student, we all need time for what God has called us to do in this season. Sometimes pinching off the smaller buds means declining to volunteer for something altogether, like I did today. But other times it could just be saying no to doing things the hard way. For instance, I will say yes to bringing treats to my daughter's violin class, but no to making homemade sugar cookie cutouts with piped icing and fancy fondant. I can say yes to having friends over for a meal, but no to making a four-course gourmet dinner. (Delivery, anyone?) We can't say no to everything, nor should we. But we do need to say "no" to some good things so we can say "yes" to the best thing. Have you found this to be true in your life? If so, please share. I would love to hear about your best thing. Which buds have you dropped to the ground so a bigger bloom could blossom?

The Civil War and Prosthetic Limbs

Tue, 2015-04-07 16:07 -- Jocelyn Green
“It is not two years since the sight of a person who had lost one of his lower limbs was an infrequent occurrence. Now, alas! There are few of us who have not a cripple among our friends, if not in our own families. A mechanical art which provided for an occasional and exceptional want has become a great and active branch of industry. War unmakes legs, and human skill must supply their places as it best may.” ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, M.D., “The Human Wheel, Its Spokes and Felloes”  If necessity is the mother of invention, it should come as no surprise that the Civil War, which produced some 45,000 amputee veterans, also prompted major progress in the development and production of artificial limbs. One of the characters in my novel Widow of Gettysburg is the recipient of one of these limbs. Let’s take a closer look at what was involved in this rehabilitation of amputee veterans. (You can see more on amputations in a previous blog post, here.) Once the stump was healed after amputation and the patient able to do without dressings, the surgeons' work was finished, and the patient was left to shift for himself in securing the best apparatus. But not everyone was a good candidate for a prosthetic. If the limb was taken off at the joint, such as the hip or shoulder, there was no stump to which an artificial limb could be attached. The surgeon may have performed the operation too high or too low on the limb for a good fit to be possible. Also, if the stump was prone to frequent infection, it would have been too painful to attach an artificial limb to it. For those who could pursue a prosthetic, in the North, the most popular artificial leg was a “Palmer” leg, named for Benjamin Franklin Palmer, who patented the design. A previous design by James Potts was made of wood, leather, and cat-gut tendons hinging the knee and ankle joints, and dubbed “The Clapper” for the clicking sound of its motion. Palmer improved upon this design with a heel spring in 1846, and his “American leg” was produced continuously through World War 1. Palmer’s leg cost about $150, a prohibitive amount for the average private, whose pay was about $13 per month. Add to that the cost of travel and lodging expenses to see a specialist, and the number of amputees who could afford it went down even further. The cost of an artificial limb for Confederate veterans was between $300-$500, due to the soaring inflation. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1196", "attributes":{"class":"media-image size-full wp-image-2943", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"496", "height":"600", "alt":"Wooden leg"}}]] Wooden leg   Since the majority of veterans had been farmers, planters, or skilled laborers before the war, the need for artificial limbs was, indeed, a crippling problem. To help address it, the U.S. government appropriated $15,000 in 1862 to pay for limbs for maimed soldiers and sailors. In January 1864, a civilian association in Richmond was established to pay for artificial limbs for Confederate amputees. After the war in 1866, North Carolina became the first state to start a program for thousands of amputees to receive artificial limbs. The program offered veterans free accommodations and transportation by rail; 1,550 veterans contacted the program by mail. During the same year, the State of Mississippi spent more than half its yearly budget providing veterans with artificial limbs. Many entrepreneurs who developed artificial limbs were Civil War veteran amputees themselves. In fact, one of the most successful pioneers in prosthetics was Confederate veteran James Edward Hanger, whose amputation in West Virginia was the first recorded amputation of the Civil War. He was 18 years old at the time. Union surgeons discovered him wounded and performed the amputation, giving him a standard issue replacement leg: a solid piece of wood that made walking clunky and difficult. Hanger’s adjustments included better hinging and flexing abilities using rust-proof levers and rubber pads. He also used whittled barrel staves to make the limb lighter-weight. He won the Confederate contract to produce limbs, and by 1890, had moved his headquarters to Washington, D.C., and opened satellite offices in four other cities. The company he founded – Hanger, Inc. – remains a key player in prosthetics and orthotics today. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1197", "attributes":{"class":"media-image aligncenter wp-image-2942", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"550", "height":"398", "alt":"hange-decker"}}]] The Civil War-era commitment to support veterans continues today through programs of the VA and the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) to ensure ongoing progress in prosthetics design. The war set the prosthetics industry on a course that would ultimately lead to today’s quasi-bionic limbs that look like the real thing and can often perform some tasks even better. For further reading: Hasegawa, Guy R. Mending Broken Soldiers: The Union and Confederate Programs to Supply Artificial Limbs. Southern Illinois University Press, 2012.

How to Pray for Military Service Members

Mon, 2015-04-06 14:48 -- Jocelyn Green
We are closing in on the end of the 150th anniversary of the Civil War. Those of us who have read novels and nonfiction about this gruesome time have developed a better understanding of the monumental sacrifices made by families of those who fought for either side. Today I'd like to turn our attention to the fact that military families  continue to make sacrifices for the United States of America. Won't you join me in praying for these men and women? I asked Chaplain (Capt.) Scott Koeman for some specific things we can be praying for. Here is the insightful list he shared with me: Pray that they would have the Peace of Christ with them-- especially if they travel outside of his Forward Operating Base (FOB) Pray that they will depend on the Love of God to keep them from bitterness at others (who needlessly make life difficult on their subordinates especially when they aren't the most competent leader). Pray for Protection. Psalm I25:2 "As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people both now and forevermore." Pray that they will be vigilant if they are called upon to fire upon the enemy. Psalm 144:1-2 "Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. He is my loving God and my fortress my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me." Pray that the enemy will be turned back. Psalm 40:14 "May all who seek to take my life be put to shame and confusion: may all who desire my ruin be turned back in disgrace." Pray that our service members will be fulfilled in their jobs. Without purpose time out here is extremely long and difficult. Pray that service members and spouses will resist lowering themselves to low levels of conversations and instead seek to be examples of goodness and righteousness. Pray that service members find "good and solid" Christian brothers/sisters to have fellowship with. Pray for the leadership in Platoons, Companies, Battalions, Brigades Leadership can make or break a man. They have the biggest impact. Chaplain Koeman is married to Benita Koeman, founder of OperationWeAreHere.com, a clearinghouse of resources for the military community.

1 Disgraced Civil War General + 1 Ardent Atheist = Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ

Sat, 2015-04-04 20:03 -- Jocelyn Green
Chariot race, Ben Hur     During our first year of marriage, my husband Rob and I rented the classic film Ben Hur with Charlton Heston to watch the night before Easter. The chariot race came up awfully fast. "I feel like we're supposed to care about who wins," I told Rob. "Shouldn't we get to know the characters a bit?" The movie was over in less than an hour. "Huh. I thought this was supposed to be a long movie." We shrugged and shook our heads. Only after taking the disc out and examining it more carefully did we realize what happened. We had played Side B. Tonight my family and I are watching Ben Hur starting with Side A. (Funny how it's so much more satisfying that way.) It's a night-before-Easter tradition we cherish every year. The hope and awe of the characters when Christ is raised from the dead is absolutely contagious. and the best part is knowing that that Christ, the one who healed lepers and mended broken lives, is still alive, and He is my Christ, my Lord too. Hallelujah! A couple of years ago, while I was writing my Civil War series, I was delighted to learn that Lew Wallace, the author of Ben Hur, was a Civil War general before writing the novel. But it was only a few days ago that I learned more about the amazing story of how it all came about. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1192", "attributes":{"class":"media-image wp-image-2924", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"500", "height":"672", "alt":"Lew Wallace, circa 1861"}}]] Lew Wallace, circa 1861   In September 1876, Wallace was on his way by rail to join thousands of other Union veterans at the Third National Soldiers Reunion in Indianapolis. When a man Wallace recognized popped into his sleeper car and invited him to have a talk, he agreed. The man was Robert Ingersoll, who had been a soldier at the Battle of Shiloh, where Wallace's military reputation had been stained by not bringing his men to the battle in time. In fact, the Union defeat at Shiloh was blamed, at least in part, on Wallace's failure. But Ingersoll, now the nation's most prominent atheist, didn't want to rehash Shiloh with the general that night on the train. Instead, he wanted to share his passion: the nonexistence of God.  Ingersoll talked until the train reached its destination. “He went over the whole question of the Bible, of the immortality of the soul, of the divinity of God, and of heaven and hell,” Wallace later recalled. “He vomited forth ideas and arguments like an intellectual volcano.” The arguments had a powerful effect on Wallace. Departing the train, he walked the pre-dawn streets of Indianapolis alone. In the past he had been indifferent to religion, but after his talk with Ingersoll his ignorance struck him as problematic, “a spot of deeper darkness in the darkness.” He resolved to devote himself to a study of theology, “if only for the gratification there might be in having convictions of one kind or another.”¹ Rather than study a stack of theology books, however, Wallace took a completely novel approach--literally. He decided to explore the divinity of Christ by writing a novel about Him. That novel was born four years later in the form of Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ, and was to become one of the best-selling American novels of all time. What delicious irony! A late-night conversation in which an atheist tried to persuade another into the camp of unbelief actually set the wheels in motion for one of the most influential biblical epics ever written. Amazing. Literature critics were less impressed, but readers loved it. The book sold as many as a million copies in its first three decades in print. Ulysses S. Grant read Ben-Hur in a single, 30-hour sitting. President James A. Garfield wrote to Wallace after finishing it, "With this beautiful and reverent book you have lightened the burden of my daily life.” Jefferson Davis's daughter Varina read the novel to him from night til dawn, "oblivious to the flight of time."² Ben-Hur was published fifteen years after the end of the Civil War, and a few years after the official end of the Reconstruction Era. It is the story of compassion triumphing over revenge, and of Christ's resurrection. I can only imagine how that must have resonated with Americans struggling for rebirth. [Tweet "Because Jesus lives, Hope lives."]   The truth is timeless, for those who saw the risen Christ, for Americans piecing their lives back together after the Civil War, for you and for me. Because Jesus lives, Hope lives. Happy Easter, friends! He is risen! Sources: 1. Swansburg, John. "The Passion of Lew Wallace," Slate.com. March 26, 2013. 2. Ibid.  

How to Be Inspired

Tue, 2015-03-31 09:00 -- Jocelyn Green
Recently a writer friend emailed me with this: “I noticed on your Facebook post this morning that you said you had ideas ‘again.’ Does that mean that for a while you didn’t?” She was feeling such pressure to be inspired and write another book, and it just wasn’t coming together for her. Do you ever feel this way? Yes? Welcome to the club of Almost All Writers Almost Everywhere! Inspiration is a slippery thing. Sometimes I have way too much of it to be practical, and other times, I am bone dry. Here’s what I shared in response to my writer buddy’s email: “Yes, friend, yes, for a while I did not have any ideas. I was completely burned out, and the pressure to perform also sucks the creativity from me. In fact, my publisher sat me down for dinner last year in Chicago and asked what I wanted to write next—anything was fine—and I could not come up with a single solitary answer. I had nothing. Also, I’ll tell you that I’ve had some false starts on my way to my current ideasthat are totally pumping me up. I spent lots of time researching a couple of topics that just fizzled out because I couldn’t get passionate about them. So if you’re having half-hearted ideas, keep looking for something that captures your FULL heart. You might not find it right away. And remember that reading good books is part of your process. Fiction and nonfiction. Just read. Sooner or later you’ll find something that snags you, and you should just pull on that thread and see where it leads. But try not to put pressure on yourself to find that gem right away, because then it isn’t fun anymore. Just explore.” This is not just what I told my friend, and what I’m telling you right now—it’s what I tell myself, many times. For those of you who have a fondness for lists, as I do, perhaps this will be helpful for you as well: Seven Steps on the Journey to Inspiration Read. As I mentioned earlier, this includes fiction and nonfiction. I was inspired to write my Heroines Behind the Lines Civil War series when I was reading dusty archival materials in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. But the ideas I have brewing right now hatched because I read the little cards next to displays at a museum my family visited. Read books on writing. Read good books. Read. Ask questions. My favorite question to ask while plotting always begins with “What if…”. If you’ve got your story and characters lined up but it all lacks a certain spark, interview your characters. (It’s OK. You’re a writer. Having conversations with fictional people is part of the job.) Watch your favorite movies. Write down what you love about them. Characters’ virtues or flaws? Story line? Plot twist? Dialogue? What makes that story great? Can you do that in your own writing? Pay attention. People watch. Listen when people tell stories about their lives. Read newspaper headlines, and the buried articles, too. Watch human nature react to different situations. All of this is ripe with possibility. Think hard, without distractions. This means separating yourself from email, Facebook, Twitter, phone calls. Shut it down, writer. Interruptions are not conducive to creative genius. Some of my best thinking has been with a notebook and pen in hand. Take care of your brain. Brains function best when we get enough sleep, eat the right kinds of food, and get a moderate amount of exercise. Many writers go for walks, bike rides, or jogs to rev up their creativity. Me? I watch my kids try to do a pilates video while I sit on the couch. That counts, right? No, seriously, I only did that once. I actually do break a sweat a few times a week now just in case it will make me think better. Pray. We should all be praying every step of the way that God will guide us to the stories He wants us to tell, and then guide us as we tell them. And now: repeat. Ironically enough, inspiration is not something I can guarantee with “seven easy steps” after all. You may have to go back and repeat this entire thing, and perhaps more than once. But if you invest in the process, you’ll find your inspiration. Be ready to grab hold!

5 Pioneering Women Doctors and Nurses of the Civil War

Sun, 2015-03-29 14:43 -- Jocelyn Green
The truth is, all women who were doctors and nurses during the Civil War were pioneers in their field. Prior to 1861, nurses--and all but two doctors in the United States--were men. But when social reformer Dorothea Dix pointed out to President Lincoln that he had a scant 28 surgeons in the army's medical department to care for the 75,000 volunteers he'd just called for, he reluctantly conceded that women be allowed to serve as nurses. I want to introduce you to five remarkable women who blazed the trail for women in medicine. 1) Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell. An English immigrant, Dr. Blackwell (shown at left) was the first woman to earn a medical degree in the United States, and ran an infirmary for women and children near the slums of New York City. When the Civil War broke out, she realized the Union army needed a system for distributing supplies and organized four thousand women into the Women’s Central Association of Relief (WCAR). The WCAR grew into chapters around the county, and this body systematically collected and distributed life-saving supplies such as bandages, blankets, food, clothing and medical supplies. Blackwell also partnered with several prominent male physicians in New York City to offer a one-month training course for 100 women who wanted to be nurses for the army. This was the first formal training for women nurses in the country. Once they completed their training, they were placed at various hospitals. By July 1861, the WCAR prompted the government to form a national version—the United States Sanitary Commission. And it all started because Dr. Blackwell decided to mobilize the women of the country to help the Union.   Georgeanna Woolsey 2) Georgeanna Woolsey. At 28 years old, Georgeanna should not have been allowed to serve the army as a nurse, but she got through the application process anyway. Against her mother’s and sisters’ wishes, she was one of the 100 women trained in New York City to be a nurse. Not content to sit in a parlor and knit or scrape lint, she was eager to go where the fighting was, to get her hands dirty in a way she had never been allowed to before as a wealthy, privileged woman. Georgeanna wrote many letters and accounts of her experiences, including this: “Some of the bravest women I have ever known were among this first company of army nurses. . . . Some of them were women of the truest refinement and culture; and day after day they quietly and patiently worked, doing, by order of the surgeon, things which not one of those gentlemen would have dared to ask of a woman whose male relative stood able and ready to defend her and report him. I have seen small white hands scrubbing floors, washing windows, and performing all menial offices. I have known women, delicately cared for at home, half fed in hospitals, hard worked day and night, and given, when sleep must be had, a wretched closet just large enough for a camp bed to stand in. I have known surgeons who purposely and ingeniously arranged these inconveniences with the avowed intention of driving away all women from their hospitals. “These annoyances could not have been endured by the nurses but for the knowledge that they were pioneers, who were, if possible, to gain standing ground for others. . ." Georgeanna Woolsey is the inspiration for my main character in Wedded to War. Woolsey nursed patients in seminary buildings, the U.S. Patent Office, and aboard hospital transport ships which carried wounded and sick soldiers from the swamps of the Virginia Peninsula. After the war, Georgeanna and her husband, veteran Union surgeon Dr. Francis Dr. Mary Edwards Walker Bacon, founded the Connecticut Training School for Nurses at New Haven Hospital.  She also published Hand Book of Nursing for Family and General Use and co-founded the Connecticut Children's Aid Society. 3) Dr. Mary Edwards Walker After volunteering as a nurse in 1861, and then as an assistant surgeon, Dr. Mary Edwards Walker earned a Union army commission for her services as surgeon in 1863. In 1864, she was captured by Confederates, suspected of espionage, and thrown into Richmond's Castle Thunder prison where she remained four months before her release. In 1865, she became the only woman ever to receive the Medal of Honor. Dr. Walker appears in Spy of Richmond. The newspaper article Mr. Kent dictates to Sophie about Dr. Walker's imprisonment is verbatim from the original story that ran in the Richmond Enquirer--including the comment about her "homely" appearance. 4) Captain Sally Tompkins Sally Louisa Tompkins founded a private hospital in Richmond, Virginia, to care for the flood of Confederate wounded. During the war, her hospital cared for 1,333 soldiers and suffered only 73 deaths, which was the lowest mortality rate of any military hospital. The Robertson hospital, named for the judge who let Sally use one of his houses, returned 94 percent of its patients to service. Eventually Confederate authorities decided to close all private hospitals, declaring that soldier patients could only be cared for at government hospitals run by a commissioned officer with at least a rank of captain. When Tompkins heard the news, she Captain Sally Tompkins called on Jefferson Davis and asked for an exception to the new rule. Since her hospital's remarkable record spoke for itself, Davis commissioned Tompkins a Captain of Cavalry, unassigned, making Robertson Hospital an official government facility. She was the only female commissioned officer in the Confederate Army. As an unassigned officer she could remain at the hospital permanently. The military rank also allowed her to draw government rations for her patients, but she refused to be added to the army payroll. 5) Clara Barton No list of groundbreaking nurses would be complete without her. Barton was fiercely independent, a self-appointed field-nurse for the Army of the Potomac. Working on her own, beyond the structure of the Sanitary Commission and Army Medical Department, she stockpiled supplies in her small Washington flat and then drove into the Virginia countryside, and into Maryland, to disperse them among the wounded.  At General Butler's request, she cared for the soldiers in the Army of the James during the summer Clara Barton campaigns of 1864, as well. Her work for soldiers and their families didn't end along with the war, however. She continued her service by opening the Missing Soldiers’ Office in Washington, D.C. to help family members find the remains of their loved ones. By 1869, she had identified 22,000 missing men and received and responded to 63,182 letters from those trying to locate their soldiers. Later, Clara brought a chapter of the International Red Cross to life in America. For more in Clara Barton, click here.   ~~~~~~~~ A Woman's Place The following is excerpted from my nonfiction book, Stories of Faith and Courage from the Home Front, to explain why women had such struggles as nurses at the beginning of the war. The clash between surgeons and women nurses which Georgeanna Woolsey described had its roots in how each group of people viewed the woman’s place in society. Americans in the mid-nineteen century commonly believed that men and women had their own separate spheres of activity. Men occupied the commercial, business and political fields. Women’s activities were relegated to home, church, women’s clubs and reform groups, and circles of female friends and relatives. But in which sphere did the hospital fall? Normally, when someone fell ill, a doctor visited the home, examined the patient, and left the nursing care to the female relatives living in the household. Wives, sisters, daughters, and grandmothers administered medicine, dressed wounds, and saw to the patient’s recovery. The only people treated in the hospital were those who didn’t have women at home to nurse them. Once the war began, medical care for soldiers had to be systemized since the troops could not recover at home (although many wives and mothers travelled hundreds of miles to personally nurse their own wounded family members). Male doctors held that the ward was part of the military hospital, so it fell under their dominion. Popular opinion also held that women would faint in the presence of war’s gruesome casualties, and that their innocence would be marred with exposure to the naked male body. Women nurses were convinced the hospital ward belonged in the female domain, since they were treating sick soldiers the same way they would in their own homes—and the home was unequivocally within the female sphere. More tension arose between men and women when the female nurses viewed the doctors’ advice as suggestions rather than strict orders, for at home, they had the freedom to follow or not follow the doctor’s orders as they saw fit. Over the course of the war, the surgeons and nurses came to accept and work with each other as both groups proved their mettle and shared genuine desire to save lives and speed recovery of the soldiers. ~~~~~ Wedded to War (Heroines Behind the Lines Civil War Book One) Charlotte Waverly leaves a life of privilege, wealth–and confining expectations–to be one of the first female nurses for the Union Army. She quickly discovers that she’s fighting more than just the Rebellion by working in the hospitals. Corruption, harassment, and opposition from Northern doctors threaten to push her out of her new role. At the same time, her sweetheart disapproves of her shocking strength and independence, forcing her to make an impossible decision: Will she choose love and marriage, or duty to a cause that seems to be losing?   Find out more here.

Irish-Americans and the Civil War

Tue, 2015-03-17 13:47 -- Jocelyn Green
"Erin's Pride" by artist Dale Gallon   I didn't expect to become so fascinated with the plight of Irish Americans when I began writing my first Civil War novel, Wedded to War. But as I researched 19th-century New York City, where my heroine Charlotte Waverly lived, I was totally drawn in to the story of how "the other half" lived. My heart broke as I read about immigrants trying to make ends meet in the city, and how Irish soldiers' families struggled to survive when the paychecks were not forthcoming. I created the character of Ruby O'Flannery to show a contrast between the privileged women of New York City, who had to fight to get their hands dirty as nurses, and the immigrant women whose hands were dirty with work all the time, and yet never seemed to have enough. Ruby's husband Matthew fought in the very real and very Irish 69th New York regiment. The 69th fought honorably at First Bull Run, the Seven Days Battle, Malvern Hill, Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, and was present at Lee's surrender at Appomattox. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1176", "attributes":{"class":"media-image wp-image-2872", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"400", "height":"618", "alt":"Monument to the Irish Brigade at Gettysburg"}}]] Monument to the Irish Brigade at Gettysburg   Ruby's story in Wedded to War captured so many readers' hearts they begged me to finish her story in a future novel, which is why she comes back in Yankee in Atlanta, the third book in the Heroines Behind the Lines Civil War series. Toward the beginning of Yankee, we see through Ruby's eyes another piece of Irish American history: the New York City draft riots of July 1863. It was the largest civil and racial insurrection in American history, aside from the Civil War itself. What began as a protest against the draft which called up working-class Irishmen devolved into a race riot against free blacks of New York City, who were not eligible to be drafted at all. The four-day riot killed hundreds of people, destroyed blocks of property, and ended only when Union troops came to quell the violence with howitzers, muskets, and bayonets. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1177", "attributes":{"class":"media-image wp-image-2873", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"550", "height":"522", "alt":"Depiction of the Draft Riots, Illustrated London News"}}]] Depiction of the Draft Riots, Illustrated London News   Seven Union generals were Irish-born while an estimated 150,000 Irish-Americans fought for the Union during the war. Although significantly fewer Irish lived in the Confederacy, six Confederate generals were Irish-born. There is no doubt that Irishmen and the families who supported them made a significant impact in the Civil War.  

Recipe: Gingerbread, inspired by Spy of Richmond!

Mon, 2015-03-09 05:28 -- Jocelyn Green
Have you ever read a book that made you hungry enough to head to the kitchen? That's what happened to Pegg Thomas last week when she was about half way through Spy of Richmond. Apparently the references to ginger cakes (gingerbread) that the Kent household cook prepared for the Union prisoners were just descriptive enough to convince Pegg it was high time she had some herself. Thankfully for the rest of us, she's sharing her family recipe with all of us! Thank you Pegg! 2 1/4 cups flour 1/3 cup sugar 1 cup molasses 3/4 cup hot water 1/2 cup oil 2 eggs 1 tsp soda 1 tsp ginger 1 tsp cinnamon 3/4  tsp salt Mix all and beat well. Pour into well-greased 9” square glass dish. Bake at 325 for 55 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Serve warm with whipped cream or applesauce. About Pegg Pegg lives on a hobby farm in Northern Lower Michigan with Michael, her husband. They have a few animals including Trooper – the horse, Tam and Murphy – the dogs, 3 barn cats, 2 rabbits, 8 sheep (plus lambs in spring), 9 laying hens, and several pigs in the summer months. They also have a large garden, a small orchard, and a growing berry patch.Besides writing, she enjoys a variety of crafts including spinning her sheep’s wool into yarn, knitting, counted cross stitch, quilting, scrapbooking, and card making. She and Michael enjoy camping, fishing, boat-nerding (you have to be a Great Lakes person to know about that), and thoroughbred horse racing. A life-long history geek, it’s no surprise that historical fiction is her genre. Colonial America and the Civil War era are favorite time periods to both read and write. Her favorite type of book centers on a great fiction story surrounded by factual historical events. Find more about Pegg here. *Do YOU have a recipe to share that was inspired by any of the Heroines Behind the Lines Civil War books? I'd love to put it on the blog! Message me through the contact tab or email me: jocelyn@jocelyngreen.com. Spy of Richmond (Heroines Behind the Lines Civil War Book 4) [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"1170", "attributes":{"class":"media-image alignleft size-full wp-image-2014", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"125", "height":"193", "alt":"125Spycover"}}]] Compelled to atone for the sins of her slaveholding father, Union loyalist Sophie Kent risks everything to help end the war from within the Confederate capital and abolish slavery forever. But she can’t do it alone. Former slave Bella Jamison sacrifices her freedom to come to Richmond, where her Union soldier husband is imprisoned, and her twin sister still lives in bondage in Sophie’s home. Though it may cost them their lives, they work with Sophie to betray Rebel authorities. Harrison Caldwell, a Northern journalist who escorts Bella to Richmond, infiltrates the War Department as a clerk–but is conscripted to defend the city’s fortifications. As Sophie’s spy network grows, she walks a tightrope of deception, using her father’s position as newspaper editor and a suitor’s position in the ordnance bureau for the advantage of the Union. One misstep could land her in prison, or worse. Suspicion hounds her until she barely even trusts herself. When her espionage endangers the people she loves, she makes a life-and-death gamble. Will she follow her convictions even though it costs her everything–and everyone–she holds dear?     

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