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While doing research for a possible fictional account of the Civil War, I happened to look up my great grandfather's regiment, the 22nd New York Infantry Regiment. Curiosity, perhaps looking for a connection to the story of that regiment which I could use in my fictional account.
Little did I know that his regiment was part of the Iron Brigade, no, not the "black hat boys" of the West, but a regiment composed of Eastern units. These regiments:
- the 22nd New York,
- the 24th New York,
- the 30th New York,
- the 14th Regiment (New York State Militia, also known as the 14th Brooklyn), and the
- 2nd U.S. Sharpshooters (sometimes known as Berdan's Sharpshooters).
This Iron Brigade, sometimes known as the Eastern Iron Brigade or the First Iron Brigade had gained their moniker after a march from Catlett's Station to Falmouth, Virginia (29 miles) when Brigadier General Marsena R. Patrick remarked to their brigade commander:
"Your men must be made of iron to make such marches."
Of course, the troops quickly adopted that nickname. (Who wouldn't?) If you chase down the source of the opening photo, you'll see that the Union army had at least three "Iron Brigades," and the Confederacy had one as well. I mean, it is an awesome nickname.
Now my great grandfather is listed on the muster rolls as being 18 years old. (You can read those rolls here. Great-Grandpa Joseph was in Company K.) As the regiment was mustered into service on the 6th of June, 1861, that would mean my ancestor was born in 1843. Family records indicate that he was born in 1840, thus he was actually 21 years old at the time. If the records are accurate.
Now Great Grandpa Joseph was born in Quebec and grew up speaking French. Many of my grandfather's siblings also spoke French (as did my grandfather) and some had no English at all. Perhaps there was a language issue at the time of his enlistment, he wasn't born "Goodrich," according to this (and other sources) -
Joseph Gaudry, alias Goodrich
One of the veterans of the civil war in the person of Joseph Gaudry, alias Goodrich, died on the 12th inst. at the St. Johnsbury Hospital at the age of 64 years and six months, after an illness of over three months, which he bore in a truly edifying spirit of Christian resignation and patience. At the opening of the civil war in 1861 Mr. Gaudry enlisted in the 22nd regiment of New York and took part in ten of the principal battles of the war, among them that of Bull Run. He was one of the war pensioners. On his return to Vermont he made his home in Danville. He leaves a wife and seven children, three sons and four daughters, two of whom are married: Mrs. Patrick Demanche and Mrs. Paquin, both of St. Johnsbury. The funeral was held Friday morning from Notre Dame des Victoires church, Rev. J. A. Boissonault officiating.
[The Caledonian, St. Johnsbury, Vermont, Wednesday, April 19, 1905, transcribed by Mary Kay Krogman]. Source
It wasn't uncommon for the French to have another sobriquet other than their actual family name. While we see here "Gaudry, alias Goodrich," in French we would see "Gaudry, dit Goodrich." In other words, "Gaudry, called Goodrich." Family tradition has it that perhaps he grew tired of the English speakers mispronouncing his name. (My grandfather, when in his cups, would tell us of our "real" name. He also knew a number of rude songs in French which would cause my mother and grandmother to quickly chase my brothers and me from the room.)
One family legend holds that my great-grandfather was captured at Second Bull Run, very plausible as the 22nd New York suffered the following casualties at that battle -
The regiment lost 10 officers and 42 men killed or mortally wounded, 9 officers and 55 men wounded, and 4 officers and 60 men missing out of 379 engaged. Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was mortally wounded and Captain George Clendon of Company E was wounded. Source
Prisoner exchanges were still being held at this time, so I'm guessing he was either exchanged or turned up a few days after the battle. Missing sometimes means just that, the unit doesn't know where everybody is after a battle, so they're listed as "Missing" unless someone can actually verify that they were seen to be killed or wounded. Battles are messy, confusing affairs, it wasn't unusual for men to be separated from the colors for any number of reasons.
As the record above indicates Great-Grandpa Joseph participated in "ten of the principal battles of the war," he must have been at Antietam, where again the 22nd New York had a rough time -
Commanded by Lieutenant Colonel McKie, the regiment lost 1 officer and 6 men killed or mortally wounded, and 1 officer and 22 men wounded out of 100 engaged while advancing through the Cornfield in the early morning. Source
The muster roll for the 22nd New York shows that Great-Grandpa Joseph was a two-year enlistee. The 22nd went back to New York in June of 1863 (before Gettysburg) and was mustered out of service. The men who had enlisted for three years were sent to the 93rd New York Infantry Regiment. The 93rd was at Gettysburg but was held back as a provost guard. (Minding the baggage, guarding the headquarters, rounding up stragglers, and the like.)
I'm not sure if he mustered out in June 0f 1863 and went home to Vermont, or if he continued in service. I do know that there is a grave marker in St. Johnsbury, Vermont which looks like this -
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Perhaps they had a copy of the 22nd's muster roll from 1861, perhaps everyone just knew that was the unit he served in. Perhaps Great-Grandpa Joseph told tales of that unit and when he served in it.
I wish I knew.
It is interesting to note that he was with the regiment when it marched through Baltimore on its way to Washington DC -
While transferring between train stations in Baltimore, Private Edward Burge of Company I was shot and killed by a mob. The regiment returned fire, wounding several civilians, before Baltimore police intervened. Source
There was a riot in Baltimore during that time period, Union troops were attacked and there was violence. (Maryland was a very divided state in the Civil War, regiments from Maryland fought on both sides!)
Interestingly, the 1861 muster roll shows no Private Edward Burge as being a member of the 22nd's I Company. However, this source has this to say -
Co. I. Edward Burge, Private. Baltimore Killed June 30, '61
Also this
The Court of Investigation and Inquest connected with the Baltimore affair have, as yet, made no formal report, but upon consultation with a majority of its members, I learn that the preponderance of evidence goes largely to show that private Burge of the Adirondack Rangers was killed by a shot from above; and I have just learned to-day for the first that the word was passed along the left flank, "they are firing on us from the roof." It is, I know, the prevailing belief in Camp, that Burge was killed by a Baltimorean, and furthermore that his death was not unavenged.
Some sources indicate that he was killed by friendly fire, the accounts given in the source above would seem to indicate otherwise. (The source has newspaper accounts and letters from the men of the 22nd during its time in service.)
History leaves behind many mysteries. It's amazing what one might find when you start digging.
Back to my research!
Fascinating post Sarge, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhen (if) you start digging, it's amazing what one might find.
DeleteIt’s one thing to get a name from your commander or to take one from within the ranks. The rebels simply knew of the Iron Brigade(midwestern edition) as ‘them Black Hat boys’. Arguably a cooler nickname than anything else.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to anything you are cooking up in regards to this fascinating part of history.
I like that term "Black Hat boys" better than any other. A soldier to soldier compliment.
DeleteGreat bit of family history, Sarge. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGenealogy can be so much fun!! My wife dabbles at it and my dad's family drives her crazy.. Early and mid 1800s in Kentucky, to be specific. Seems about half of the males were some combination of Charles, George, or Jefferson - pick 2, and either Lovell or Owens (his mom's side) with a lot of cousins marrying, all in Rockcastle County KY. Add in that on one Census a man might be "George" and on the next "Jeff." Oh, and there was a Lovell Lovell. And a Lovell Owens in there. One, GG Grandfather had been born in VA in 1844, enlisted in the 64th VA Vol. Infantry, Co. C in March 1863, captured at Cumberland Gap, June 1861, and held at Camp Douglas until released in June, 1865. Made his way to his family who had since moved to KY.
To top it off, she, way back, had kin in Pulaski County KY, late 1700s, early 1800s. My dad was from Rockcastle County KY. Which was carved out of Lincoln, Madison, Knox, and Pulaski counties. When she told me of her KY connection, some number of GGGG Grandfather, and his surname something dinged in my head. "Check my dad's people," I said. (clicky click click....jaw drops) "We're 6th cousins!" which is an insignificant amount of consanguinity, but it's still fun to tell people "We're cousins!" and watch the mental wheels spin.
Cousins! Heh.
DeleteIt's Ky. which makes it common. Hubby warned me when he moved me here.
DeleteAh yes, Kentucky. I reckon everybody knows everybody there. Incidentally, my wife's sister lives in Kentucky, her husband is from there. As he's Caucasian and she's Korean, they are certainly not even distant cousins!
DeleteDoing research on forebearers is a noble use of your time, Sarge. With my father's recent passing, I have inherited a goodly bit of material; some of which I knew about and other stuff quite new.
ReplyDeleteAs to genealogy; I am fortunate that my Dad did the hard work some years ago and a cousin on my Mom's side actually published one of those very expensive books. However...I am uncovering some ...interesting ...things about my grandparents and their parents which are going to require some sleuthing on my part.
Keep up the good work, Sarge!
Boat Guy
Some in the family (my nephew in particular) did a lot of the ground work which led me to this. Knowing the exact name helped a lot!
DeleteFascinating stuff Sarge. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteFar more is known of my mother's side of the family than my father's (which might for an interesting project in itself). My great-great-great grandfather emigrated from County Down Ireland in 1810; his son took ship to Panama in 1849, walked the Isthmus, and then took ship to San Francisco area as part of the California Gold Rush.
At some point in time my paternal grandmother's family Bible went missing, there was a lot of good information on that side of the family which has gone. Bitter thing that.
DeleteSarge, thanks for sharing your family history, and thanks to your ancestors for saving and sharing it. Regrettably, I know nothing of my family history beyond my grandparents. More’s the pity.
ReplyDeleteCheers
juvat
Make sure your kids know at least what you know. Once the tradition of remembering is instilled, it persists. (At least in my experience.)
DeleteMy Norwegian branches of the tree (19th, 18th, & 17th century) have branched and come back together a couple times (ancestry software doesn't like that).
ReplyDeleteAntietam and the Cornfield, that was one I thought of tackling. I have some vivid scenes from there. I'll, leave the east, and move farther west, or a different century (or continent). Sarge is obviously working on something, and I don't want to get in the way, let him do his magic.
Good I proofread, I wrote something that unintentionally came across as cocky. I deleted it. Was a long list of scenarios I would try stories for if asked. I saw how it could be taken wrong (again not my intention). Should have saved it somewhere private, had some good ideas.
You can always email me your thoughts and ideas, DV. I won't share without your permission.
DeleteMaybe would have been fine, I just didn't like the way it "read"... discretion. Threw an aside to Beans saying I'd leave the Crusades to him, and I wouldn't do pilot stories because there are too many flyers here. Think I'll just dartboard subjects to visit and play with, rather than "improv requests" (though, throw a subject, worst I can do is fail.) Of the ones I deleted , there were some "interesting" and common subjects. Pondering.
DeletePondering is good.
DeleteThe sun was finally breaking through the clouds and fog scudding across the North Sea, the storm had been horrific. No other sails anywhere, their boat sliding through the waves like a serpent. Blasts of brilliant sunlight erupted until the clouds doused it again. They’d started out with three ships, the storm blew up and they were alone now, off course, blown too far west, they had to go south. The wind wasn’t favorable, but they were roughly heading the right direction. Weather had kept them at sea much longer than planned, low on food and water, they had to find land. With the wind becoming tamer, the steersman and the skipper tried hard to get a fix with the sun compass, and had a couple reefs taken out of the sail. Blasts of wind and salt spray still soaked them, and the constant, roll and plunge of the ship was wearing on them physically. The salt drying in the wool would rub skin raw and bloody. Cold, hungry, and wet on the North Sea, not a good place.
ReplyDeleteSomeone spied a bird, then another, land? Half the day bounding up one wave and down another, dark smudge on the sea, land? Yes, a low bluff, waves’ frothing at its base, darkness was coming but wouldn’t last long in summer; they’d lay off till first light. It looked like there was a fire or several, burning up one of the inlets, that would do with some investigation. Help throw out the sea anchor and try to sleep. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Old tired eyes looked up from the choking peat smoke, smoldering under the racks drying of cod. Down the hill, out over the inlet, between swirling smoke and the dying daylight… Did he see a sail on a ship? Norsemen have come before, and have been dealt with a few times. Some favorable some not. He was getting far too old for this, he sighed as he steadied his cane and hobbled down the path to the huts.
A Viking tale? Nice!
DeleteJust pounded out more, Now? or tomorrow?
DeleteAt your convenience.
DeleteWhen doing genealogy research, there are loads of resources. One of the best is Ancestry.com which provides really great search options. Yes, it is a paid service, but well worth it if you want to dig deep.
ReplyDeleteI use it much more for historical research than for pure family history, and consider it a great bargain.
John Blackshoe
It is good, much of what my nephew found was there.
DeleteWith much more peripheral detail are each state's Annual Report of the Adjutant General by year. Some are available on Archive.org. They are long slogs of complete company officers, musters and dispositions (about 600 pages) but are worthy of perusing.
DeleteBe something to look into.
DeleteI'll leave the end of this one here (it took a fun twist and I "took that road less traveled"). I'm forging on with a parallel... next one might get a bit bloody.
ReplyDeleteSun coming up in the northeast, ready the oars, while some have a morning “movement” over the side, pull in the sea anchor and ready the steer board. Sharing communal bowls the men washed their faces, beards and hair, mutton fat was dabbed onto any metal exposed to spray, weapons checked, hair combed. Now to the benches, off with some of their outer garments, there was work to be done. Pulling for the inlet, smudges of smoke could be seen, then a small coastal village. A place they could have traded with, if, the other larger longships with the majority of the trade-goods, were here. This boat’s Steersman wasn’t very wealthy and they only had basics onboard, very few at that. They needed food and water, not much “loot” in these remote villages, and were hoping for a “target” of opportunity. No one could be seen as they slid onto the gravel shore, a couple archers stood in the bow not needed. Over the side they go, hostile? friendly? Woolen pants and his shoes were now soaked again. Splash up out of the water and form a very rough shield wall, still no inhabitants, but there are fires burning. There aren’t many huts to search and all are empty, a few trinkets, very little food, these were poor people. The cod racks above the huts attracted their attention, not many fish… more smoldering fires under some large pots, full of? Rendered fat and dried cod. ? It was food, they scooped up and packed down to the shore anything that looked edible. These folks weren’t going to fight.
Peering up over the damp crest of the hill, the old man watched the longboat pull away back to sea, thankful the town had been spared. They’d only lost most of their fish and this years batch of lye soap, that they’d dumped the fish into to make them inedible.
Weeks later, the cod hadn’t spoiled, and as they made their way through the passage between Bru & Mekjarvik, They had no Idea they were bringing back what would, later to become a Midwest Lutheran church gathering staple, “Lutefisk”…
Hey, it could have happened that way. Has to be one of the best “pranks” ever pulled.
Haha! Love it!
DeleteThere is a modern version that purports that the Irish doused their spoiled codfish in lye to poison the Vikings, then discovered and then discovered that the Scandinavians thrived on it. Worse, they were taking all their potato crop to make lefse. Finally, the great Saint Pastrick stood on a high place, spread his arms and commanded all the Scandinavians to go to hell. And they all left for Minnesota.
DeleteAlrighty then.
DeleteLike that version of "history"... Though I think potatoes and the Vikings missed each other by more than 400 years, that good lefse, and Aquavit would come later. Ya, Ya, they vent to Minnesota.
DeleteHeh.
DeleteHoped some would "get" the twist. I may have had ancestors on both sides of this tale.
ReplyDeleteSide note : The Mothership.... Neptunus Lex link appears compromised.
The link is long gone, I can't bear to remove it.
DeleteSaw it updated 10 hrs ago, thought I'd look... wasn't expecting that.
DeleteReally pisses me off.
DeleteMauston, Wisconsin, where I grew up, was the home of Company K, of the 6th Wisconsin Infantry Regiment, of the Iron Brigade.
ReplyDeleteIn the book I mentioned, the author does refer to the Wisconsin boys as "Badgers."
DeleteThem's us!
DeleteYup.
DeleteBerdans Sharpshooters must have been one of the most lethal infantry units on the front.
ReplyDeleteThink Sharpe's Rifles but with half century of weapons development in industrial era.
They were pretty good.
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