Monday, August 5, 2019

A check from 1905


This check is dated June 6th, 1905.  So many things to love about it!  First... they scratched out First in First National Bank and added in Leavenworth by hand!  And it's a huge amount ($2302.28 is about $65,000 these days) and written to a woman.  The woman's name on the front is Margaret Hinl?  But the endorsement on the back is Merryweather Hinl.  Hmmmm.  And the cancellation of the check is both stamp and a punch of the word PAID.  I will try to determine what it purchased.

A photo of Lu Igel

This soft sepia print has only the name of Lu Igel on the back.  She is one of the two women in the middle I assume because the name is centered on the reverse.  I like this photo because the women are smiling.  Clearly they are friends.  And, of course, the dresses!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Civil War Reminiscences by Col. H.L. Moore

This is copied from an article in a April 25, 1007 newspaper.  It is the text of a interview between Col. H.L. Moore (Lewis Moore's grandfather) who served in the Civil War and a Washington Post reporter. 

I have often wondered where the historian of a hundred years hence will begin when he sits down to write a history of the War of the Rebellion.  It is clear that he will not begin with the election of Abraham Lincoln to the presidency of the United States, the secession of South Carolina, or the firing upon Fort Sumpter.  The storm had been brewing long before any of these events took place.  For a long time there had been thundering low down in the sky.  The reduction of Fort Sumpter was the first peal that split the air right over our heads. In a moment the sky had fallen, and the whole North became one great camp, a Camp of Blue.  There were lines of steel, squadrons formed, the artillery wheeled into battery, and the storm broke that had been gathering for nearly a hundred years.
The Colonies had been created by the British government, and while they all admitted allegiance to the mother country they maintained that among themselves they were as independent of each other as are the goverments of this country and Great Britain today.  When the oppression of the mother country could be borne no longer, when resistance was forced upon the colonies, then they huddled together in a loose alliance of separate and independent states called a confederacy.  There was no central government to raise troops,  no money to pay them, but from the absolute necessity of the case, they clung together, fought battles, and conducted campaigns almost without money or clothing, and sometimes with the scantiest supply of food, and finally the heoric militia succeeded in achieving the independence of the country.
After this came the adoption of the constitution, and formation of the government of the United States.  Here the trouble became imminent on account of the desire on the part of some of the delegates to secure a strong central government that would have power to raise money to pay its debts, to execute its laws, and command respect both at home and abroad.  On the other hand there were delegates who maintained that the states were sovereign and independent, and that no powers were to be granted to the general government except those which were specially nominated.  The question of states rights was never settled.  I suppose it was impossible to settle it, and that if a more vigorous fight had been made to settle the question at that time the colonies might have failed to organize any government at all.  They compromised or slid over the hard places the best they could, and left the matter to be finally settled by the great battle on the ridges around Gettysburg and on a hundred other sanguinary fields.  The question of slavery was already in the air and they compromised that too.  They did not abolish it, but they did what seemed probable would finally result in its abolition, and that was they prohibited the slave trade after 1808.  It is not likely that the doctrine of state rights would have brought the sections to war if a couple of unlooked for events had not taken place:  First, slavery became profitable in the South.  Second, the whole world, including the northern states, gradually got the impression that no man had a right to live off the sweat of another man's face. Until at the beginning of the war, it amounted to two billion dollars, and from the time that cotton became valuable, the South used every effort through the action of the general government to secure the safety of the institution.  They succeeded in obtaining the passage of the Fugitive Slave Law, which required the return of fugitive slaves by the sheriffs of the northern states.  Then came the Dred Scott Decision, which practically decided that taking a slave into United States Territory, did not free him.  Slavery was fully entrenched in the laws of the land when Lincoln was elected president, but the result showed that constitutions, legal enactments and judgements of the higher courts must all give way before the aroused conscience of the people.
Soon after the organization of the Confederacy Alexander Stevens of Georgia, made a speech in which he said regarding slavery: "The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner."
This flung defiance in the face of the whole civilized world, and it was one of those chickens which come home to roost.  As the war ebbed and flowed the representatives of the Confederacy beseiged the courts of France and St. James for recognition. France was only too willing but waited for England, and the governing classes of Great Britain were so anxious to see the dismemberment of the Union that the Confederacy would have been recognized early in the war if our representatives had not maintained that we were fighting for freedom, fighting to free the slave, but this argument fell flat when we were reminded that the generals in the fields were sending escaped slaves back to their masters. So, in 1863, Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation which he called a war measure.  It was that, and an effective one, but one of the impelling forces that caused that action was the sentiment of the laboring men and women of the manufacturing centers of England who were willing to go without cottoon and short of food, as long as the shortage came in a prosecution of the a battle for freedom.
The governments of Great Britain and of France were no friends of ours during those four years of blood shed, and they hailed with rejoicing the news that came from Chancellorsville and Fredericksburg, while they morned for Vicksburg and Atlanta.  During all these years the plain working classes of England were our allies, and any British administration that acknowledged the independence of the confederacy could not have held its place for twenty four hours.  The South finally learned this, and in the latter months of 1864, while Lee was cooped up at Richmond and Sherman was plowing that furrow from Atlanta to the sea, an ambassador was sent to London offering to guarantee the abolition of slavery as the price for the recognition of the conferderacy.  He was told, "It is too late."
I have come to look upon the war of the Rebellion as one of those things that had to be.  It was inevitable.  Nobody began and nobody could end it.  We were all in in.  The men of the North fought and marched and fought again, and so on from day to day and year to year.  The women of the North waited and worked, they picked lint and rolled bandages.  They nursed the sick and wounded back to life again, when they could, and when they could not, they mourned for their dead.
This ought to have been enough, but the cross borned by the men and women of the South was heavier than this.  The battle field was at their doors, their crops were trampled into the ground by charging squardons, their houses and barns were burned, and their country was made desolate.
Fate threw us into the ranks of the army that finally achieved victory.  Suppose, Comrades, that we had been born in South Carolina, Georgia or Mississippi, attended their schools and read their papers. Would we have served under Grant of Lee?  Sherman or Johnston?  I think no doubt but we would have proved ourselves the product of our environment, and laid down our arms at Appomatox. So, I feel no resentment for the southern soldier who joined his army and waged his war in accordance with the canons of civilized warfare, and when he surrendered, admittedd that the war was over, and returned like an honest man to the pursuits of peace.
Now this doesn't mean that it made no difference on which side we fought, nor which side won thebattle.  It did make all the difference in the world.  I tell you the country was in peril. Free govenment was in danger.  Government by the people, for the people was at stake, and its very existence depended on whether you and I kept our guns clean and our cartidge boxes full.  The generals were all right enough but the fate of the day always depended upon the man behind the gun.  If he was caught in the flanks and stampeded, the battle was gone.  If he kept his nerve and changed front he saved the day.
What have we gained for all our march and battle?  We have got a good deal.  The flag we followed through the smoke of the conflict floats the proud banner of a free people from sea to sea, and from the lakes to the gulf.  It floats there because in a thousand instances, when the flag went down some brave soldier tore the flag staff from the dead hand of his fallen comrade and bore it on to victory.
The substance of the country is not wasted in building lines of fortifications and in supporting great standing armies.  What  a man earns now can be used in clothing and feeding his family and in supporting his children.  He can build a better house, furnish it better, own more land and enjoy many more of the conforts of life because the men who wore the Blue carried their lines from the Potomac and the Ohio to the Gulf.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Picture of Horace Moore's headstone

And another link to a photograph of the headstone of Horace Moore. 

A link to a Moore Family Geneology

Here is a link courtesy of my brother, Michael, to the ENTIRE text of the genealogy of  Andrew Moore.  Happy reading all!

Friday, November 19, 2010

"My Trip Abroad" by ten year old Emma Louisa Sutton

In the Summer of 1925 Emma (grandma) takes a trip abroad with her mother.  Here is the first two entries in her journal:
June 14, 1925
On train between K.C. Mo. and Chicago
Dad put Mother and me aboard the Santa Fe at K.C. After the train started pulling out grips from under seats interested me imesely (sic) when I wanted to read the funny books the Sutherlands gave me before I left for dinner I was oblidged to feast on candy which had carefully been tucked away in the grips and mother perslated (?) in having much fun by smashing a poor little fly on the window but our day ended happily with crossword puzzles in our bed.

June 15, 1925
On train between Chicago and Montreal
Waking up at 5:30 in the morning to change trains at Chicago is no easy job but easy or not it had to be done.  After arriving in Chicago early in the morning I proseded to get something for Dick and Fred and finding something for boys to me its a hard job. After picking a box of candy and a matchcase from hundreds of other things we aboarded the M.C. train and who should enter in the same car with us but our friend Mrs. McGarvey, Mrs. Lavorce and a charming young girl named Tracy.  We saw Dick and Fred for a few minutes but "All Aboard" was called much to soon to our sorrow.  After the same old talk we arrived at Detroit and an hour never went so fast in all my born days as it did then.  All we had to do was to set the clock up an hour.  The porter told us 25 minutes stop there so our little party of five started to the station for a drink after fooling around a bit we decided the train would be the safest place to use up the rest of our time.  We got to the gate and low and behold our train had left us.  Well after much excitement we got on another and caught up with the bygone train at a little Canadian city named Winsow and it stopped to pick we orphan five.  The rest of the evening was left for pleasure and talk.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Final Installment of Aunt Nonie's Wedding

At last... the final chapter of the wedding letter.  First two parts are in previous posts.  Read them first if you are just starting!

.... I had given her a centre piece of my needle work, and with this mass of silver, beautiful linen, cut glass, and embroidery, a set of Havaland china decorated in delicate pink flowers and gold, and a dozen American Beauty roses in the centre, I leave you to imagine what the table was like.  We had gone over the afternoon before and set it ourselves.  About five oclock all the guests but my son Charlie and myself left.  Then Nonie and Mr. Harper fussed around the house like two old married people.  Packed their girps for the Park trip which they are taking, I counted all the silver and linen and put the latter away, the former was spread out on the polished dining table to show in the evening, and then we sat around the cozy grate fire in the dining room and talked until the gentlemen from the Assay office, seven in number, two with their wives, arrived.  It was such a jolly party.  Mr. Harper showed them over the house, and then we all gathered around the dining room fire again and Mr. Harper and I passed champagne and cake.  It was all so bright and informal you might have thought it was just one of Nonie's regular evenings only we did not let her serve. Mr. Harper has been in the U.S. Assay office twelve years, under three administrations and his associates one and all look up to him with the highest esteem and liking.  It is said about town that seldom has there been a marriage here which has called out the expression of good will that they have heard for Mr. Harper. The guests all left by ten oclock and Nonie went up and changed her dress.  They wanted Charlie and me to go to the train with them, but we found it was so belated that they could not get off until half past twelve, so at eleven we drove home and I suppose they are at one of the park hotels today.  One of the gentlemen from the office took the silver down and put it into the vault until their return, which will be at three oclock Thursday morning.  I will go over on Wednesday, see that the house is in order, there is a man staying in it while they are away, make their bed and take them something for breakfast.  I hope you are not weary with this long letter, but I felt that it was hard that you could not be with your eldest daughter yesterday, and that it was hard for her not to have you, so I did my best to supply your place and relieve her of all care and .  I was dubbbed the mother-in-law pro tem.  Nonie is looking forward to so much comfort in seeing Bertha Peaper and perhaps Lou this fall.  With love to you all, I am
Yours cordially
Imogene S. Lotz

713 Spruce Street
Helena, Mont.
July 1st 1898

Some information on United States Assay offices...
The Assay Offices of the United States are part of the United States Treasury Department. They are responsible for the testing, melting, and refining of gold and silver bullion and foreign coins and recasting them into bars, ingots, or discs. Assaying is done at all the federal mints, but special plants were established at New York in 1853, at Boise, Idaho, in 1869, at Helena, Montana, in 1874, at Deadwood, South Dakota, at St. Louis, Missouri, in 1881, at Seattle, Washington, in 1898, and at Salt Lake City, Utah, in 1909. Other than the federal mints, there is now only one assay office. It is located in San Francisco.