Road to Emmitsburg, Gettysburg NP |
The road to Emmitsburg is the iconic pastoral scene. The road begins at Gettysburg center and
continues into Maryland. The white
painted fences separate the wheat fields, orchards and farmlands that make up
the panorama before you. The low hills that
rise and fall paint a scene straight out of an artist’s sketchbook. The white framed farmhouses with their bright
red barns stand as reminders to the area’s agrarian past. This is also the road where much of the
fighting and dying occurred on three days of July, 1863. It was the job of the 16th Mass
Infantry to defend the Emmetsburg Road.
James and Jane Roche and their 6 children probably left
Ireland about the time of the famine and found employment and housing in
Lowell. When their son, David, was old
enough he got a job as an operative in the mills. The family lived on Suffolk Street and seems
probable that their life resembled that of the many thousands of other Irish
living in the Acre. When the call came
up for volunteers after the Riots in Baltimore, David Roche, like many Irish,
signed up, and was given the commission of Lieutenant. Before the 16th Mass left Lowell,
they attended Mass at St Patrick’s Church and marched to the trains that would
carry them to war.
16 th Mass Monument Gettysburg |
The 16th Mass had a full record of encounters in
the early years of the war. As 1863
dawned, now Cpt. David Roche, was given a furlough and traveled to Lowell to
marry his sweetheart, Margaret Harrington, before returning to the war. The 16th had just finished the
battle at Chancellorsville when they were ordered to Gettysburg. By day 2 of the battle it was apparent Lee
was going to try to take the road. It
is said that the artillery the two forces engaged could be heard all the way to
Washington. It wouldn’t be until 8 days
later that Roche’s family would be notified that their son was shot in the head
during the fighting. Cpt. Matthew
Donovan, anther Lowell Irish who enlisted into the 16th, made sure
that his comrade’s body was quickly buried under a tree and a marker placed for
future identification. Back in Lowell, James
Roche, David’s father, hired Alonzo Quimby, a local painter, to retrieve his
son’s body. Bringing the wounded and
dead back to their homes became a new business as was advertised in many
newspapers. Ads also began appearing in
the Lowell Courier for women’s black woolen shawls. The ads noted how the capes were in great
demand and supplies were being replenished as quickly as possible. The young widow may have taken advantage of
the sale.
Roche & Crowley Monument, St Patrick Cemetery |
Mr. Quimby’s mission was successfully accomplished, and a
full military funeral was carried out at St Patrick’s Church. “The services were very appropriate and
interesting.” The procession was lengthy
with 16 carriages and several military companies represented as well as City officials. It would be remiss not to state that the
Courier was filled with such sad stories on a daily basis recounting the deeds
“of the brave soldiers who sleep their last sleep.” Such accounts went on for the entirety of the
war.
Standing by the monument, taking a photo for this entry, I
noted a small grove of trees and wondered if this was where Cpt. Roche was
hastily interred. The only sound that
could be heard was the wind through the tall grasses. The tranquility of the Emmitsburg’s Road
today masks the horrors of 150 years ago. (Reposted from April, 2012)
Nicely evocative, in addition to being an interesting and enjoyable piece, - as usual ;->
ReplyDeleteMy father's grandfather was from Kilkenny, Ireland. He lived in the Acre and South-End sections of Lowell. He was wounded at Gettysburg and in three other battles of the ‘Civil War’. He was a blacksmith by trade. He returned to Lowell with his wounds and, according to his death certificate, he died at the age of 62. On the certificate, it states he was 'indigent'. He is buried in St. Patrick's Cemetery. The gravestone has sunken and the neglected and gnarled surface obscures the fading words on his gravestone, his memorial.
ReplyDeleteHe fled the ‘Great’ Hunger for a better life. I wonder how he made sense out of his service in the 16th Mass Infantry, and war in general? I wonder if he had a better life pounding on steel one minute and priming gunpowder down a barrel the next.
What is his legacy? Are his descendents caring and loving, compassionate and courageous? What will their legacy be? What about war? What about wars? What about the indigent, the neglected, the invisible people? Do Sergeant Murphy’s descendents remember his suffering and sacrifices, his “terrible beauty?”
Daniel Patrick Murphy
Would you be willing to tell your g-grandfather's story in a blog post? It sounds like a story.
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