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Sunday, April 5, 2026

The War Prayer

An 1896 Spanish cartoon criticizing the U.S.

(Wikipedia)

 


In his 1902 short story, "The War Prayer," Mark Twain does not hold back. Criticizing the recent Spanish American War, a war many saw as a act of naked aggression, Twain set the scene in a large patriotic/religious rally in which a pastor is about to deliver a prayer. I quote the second part of the story here in full, beginning when the stranger appears and approaches the podium.

I offer this to counter the current administration's blood lust in the war with Iran. It is naked aggression and will probably result in what will qualify as war crimes, if it hasn't already. The administration's delight in the killing of innocent civilians and the rampant destruction borders on insanity.

So, I offer Mark Twain's perspective on such warfare. He did not allow this essay to be published during his lifetime because, as he said, "only dead men can tell the truth."

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher's side and stood there, waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal,"Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!" 

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside -- which the startled minister did -- and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said "I come from the Throne-bearing a message from Almighty God!" The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. "He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd and grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import-that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of-except he pause and think. "God's servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two- one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of His Who hearth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this-keep it in mind. If you beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor's crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it. "You have heard your servant's prayer-the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it-that part which the pastor, and also you in your hearts, fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: 'Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!' That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory-must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God the Father fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen! 

"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle-be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. 

 (After a pause) 

 "Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits." 

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said. 

 The full story can be found here: 

https://americanliterature.com/author/mark-twain/short-story/the-war-prayer

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Copying the New Testament by Hand in Greek!

Got them at B&N!

 A number of years ago I embarked on a project that went the way of many of my projects, going strong for awhile then allowing it to lapse. Now that I'm retired and have more time I have decided to pick it up again. Hey, it’s Lent!! The project is writing out the entire New Testament in Greek in the style of early papyrus manuscripts. Last time I got as far as Mark 13:10. I did a couple of verses today and will do more tomorrow.

Part of my motivation was to see how long it would take me to write a page. I am using journal type books that are a perfect copy of early manuscript in their original form. I have found that it takes fifteen to twenty minutes a page. I still have a long way to go. I'm still in the first volume, which has four thick signatures. Matthew took up one half of the book so Mark will definitely fit. I haven't decided what to do with the leftover pages yet. It isn't a huge problem.

I have learned a lot about what the scribes experienced. And, I cheat a bit. I started off using a fountain pen but found that both tedious and expensive. Of course, the scribes would have too, but it wasn't that important. I am currently using a fine point Sharpie. The ink doesn't bleed through so that's good. I have also found first hand how errors were easily introduced into manuscripts. It's in looking back and forth from the page that is being copied and the new copy. If the same word appears in two lines in a row on the page that is being copied it is easy for the eye to slip down to the second one, thereby leaving out a phrase. The same thing can happen within a single line. It is also easy to misspell a word if I memorize the whole word and don't look back while I'm writing it. So what it comes down to is that I'm just as human as the scribes who did this for a living 1700 years ago. I have correction tape just in case. It doesn't happen a lot but it does happen some.



Fortunately this isn't a project with a timeline. It will be meditative to return to this project, and will be a good way to refresh my Koine Greek.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Genealogy Hunt

Eleanor Cole Cowing, ca. 1880
Job Cowing, ca. 1880


 My original Cowing ancestor was taken prisoner at the Battle of Worcester on September 3, 1651. Many were shipped to Massachusetts and sold as indentured servants, including John Cowin. Generations later his descendants still lived in eastern Massachusetts, as they do now. Some got the itch to move. Gathelus Cowing moved with his brother to Chesterfield, Massachusetts after serving in the Revolutionary War. His grandson Job (my gr gr grandfather), born in 1820, moved around quite a bit. While working as a lumberman in the area of Orange County in southern New York he met and married his wife, Eleanor Cole.

Eleanor has been a mystery to me for decades. Years ago I discovered that given the area she was from, it was likely that she was of Dutch descent.  Members of the Kool family began to spell their name in an English manner. Orange County as well as Ulster County had many settlers that moved out of New York City. I remember having repeated disagreements with my father about this. He didn't believe that she was Dutch. You have to understand that in New England tradition the Dutch were seen as money grubbers. As if the early colonists in New England weren't. To admit that you were descended from Dutch ancestors, for some, could be the same as admitting that you were descended from pirates.

So, on I went. Periodically I would do another search and see if anything came up. I decided a couple of years ago to look at the census returns for Minisink and Deer Park--not a digital search but an actual scan of every page of the returns. In the 1825 return I found a Sarah Cole in Minisink with a girl in the household under the age of five. Hm. At that time it was quite rare for a single woman to be the head of household. Maybe she was a widow? I looked through the rest of the return and nearby found a Benjamin Cole and his wife. Hm. Could they be related? I searched birth records and sure enough Benjamin and his wife had a daughter Sarah born in 1789. Just the right age to have a child. Now, I potentially had Eleanor's mother. I started searching for Sarah Cole. No marriage records which meant Cole was not her married name but her family of origin. Single woman with a young child living in the same town with her parents? I did the math. The most likely explanation was that Sarah was a single unmarried mother who had her child outside of marriage. That explained a lot--no marriage record, no birth or baptismal record for Eleanor, no trace of Eleanor's origin.

What of Eleanor's father? There is absolutely no clue. No name, no record, no nothing. Several possibilities occur to me:

1) Rape (not a pleasant prospect to consider)

2) A consensual relationship, in which the father may have either been married already or would be socially embarrassed by having fathered a child out of wedlock.

3) Incest ( also not a pleasant possibility)

That's about it. I have not been able to find court records yet that might document a paternity lawsuit. My gut feeling is that I'll never know. Her father's identity will most likely be shrouded forever.

The genetic confirmation between Benjamin and Eleanor now confirmed, I could look for any trace of Sarah. Nothing. She doesn't appear anywhere in the 1830 Federal or 1835 New York census. The first possibility is that she had died. Or, somehow she had slipped past a census taker's attention. Or, she may have gone by another name. Regardless, she vanished.

With Benjamin's identity confirmed I was able to trace his ancestry back to 17th century Manhattan before it was taken over by the English. Also there are some French Huegenots from the Kingston, New Paltz area. Pretty interesting.

But it remains that I don't know who this particular gr gr gr grandfather is, and that disappoints me. That's the pitfal of many a genealogical search. Sometimes people disappear, intentionally or not. So he's a ghost, hiding from his descendants.

But there is still a happy ending.

When she was about 25 Eleanor met Job Cowing and they were married in 1845. Together they moved around a bit, spending time in Vermont before settling in Suffield, Connecticut, where they died. They raised a number of children, one of whom, Walter, was my gr. grandfather.

At the time a child born out of wedlock would have faced an uphill climb in the world. It's not surprising that there is no birth or baptismal record. Somehow she managed to grow up, whether in the care of her mother or another relative, and find stability as an adult.

I'm proud of the struggles that she overcame. And, I'm proud of my gr gr grandfather, who didn't care about Eleanor's background but married her for who she was. For the 19th century, that's as good as it could get.

The only oral history I have concerning them was from my gr. aunt Bertha, my grandfather's sister, who remembered them. She said that Job was a rather short man, and a happy person. If that's the only thing anyone can remember about him he's pretty lucky.


Along with my promise to my father to find his Gr gr grandfather Partrick Lewis (see The Empty Chair series) finding out Eleanor’s background was the other genealogical thing I promised him I would do.  It only took about forty years but it was worth it. The only remaining thing with that is finding her father but that will most likely remain a mystery until we know as we are known, as the old hymn says.

 

Postscript: Job is the reason I have a long white beard!




 



Thursday, December 18, 2025

The Impact of Photography in the 1840's

 

 

 

Daguerreotype, ca. 1847. My collection


 Sometime in the later 1840's a young man walked past a daguerreotype studio in his town or city. Like most men at that time he wore a suit and tie of the time. He also wore a fancy and colorful vest, typical of the time, that offered a contrast to his dark jacket. He stepped in, plunked down his $2 and waited his turn, looking at the examples of the daguerreotypist's work on display. When his turn came he sat down and the daguerreotypist told him to stay motionless and not blink until he said he could move. It might have seemed an eternity but he got through it. His serious expression revealed his uncertainty about what the picture would be like. He had seen his own reflection in a mirror many times, but once he turned away the reflection was gone. Now he had a permanent mirror reflection. 

The question that came to mind immediately for those who considered the implications of a photographic image was whether the daguerreotype could capture not only the physical appearance of a person but the inner, true person as well. Today, we know instinctively that a photograph can point toward the inner person without capturing them completely, but it was an open question initially. 

We don't know what he did with the picture. Perhaps he gave it to his parents before moving away to the big city to take on a job. Perhaps it was a gift for his fiance or young wife. We don't know. What we do know is that in those early years of photography in America he became one of countless Americans who partook of this hugely popular phenomenon. 

The daguerreotype was introduced in 1839 by Louis Daguerre in France, and quickly caught on in the United States. Daguerreotype studios began popping up in American cities in early 1840. Early daguerreotypes are easy to spot because of their sparse and sometimes stark character. The sitter often has the classic deer in the headlight look about him/her, as though they don’t know what to expect.  It’s the encounter with a new technology that they don’t understand.

Prior to Daguerre's invention a family with means could commission a portrait, perhaps a miniature of a loved one to remember them by if they were away from home, or had died. There would always be an element of the painter flattering the sitter by making adjustments to improve the face. This couldn't be done with a daguerreotype, though. It was warts and all or nothing at all.

Initially, the daguerreotype process was seen primarily as a way to preserve images of architecture, and artifacts of antiquity such as hieroglyphic inscriptions. Newspaper editorials waxed philosophic about it:

     The Daguerreotype is destined to high purposes. It is one of the most brilliant discoveries the mind of man has ever conceived and compassed. That light should be its own historian and draftsman, is indeed a sublime conception. Its perfection is unapproachable by human hand, and its truth raises it high above all language, painting or poetry. It is the firs universal language, addressing itself to all who possess vision, and in characters alike understood in the courts of civilization and the hut of the savage.

Charleston (SC) Courier
Friday, Jan 17, 1840 

By the author's description, would the definition of civilization be the ability to see oneself accurately, as in a mirror? There's a lot to unpack here.

The (New York) Evening Post, Jan 31, 1840
Initially, several lecturers toured parts of the United States to display the results of the seemingly miraculous process. The busiest of these was a Francois Gouraud, an student of Daguerre. Gouraud planned to tour the major cities on the East Coast in the fall and winter of 1839 lecturing on the daguerreotype process and displaying examples of the art that depicted landscape scenes and famous buildings. He appears to have only made it to New York and Boston, though, where his demonstrations were attended by overflowing crowds.

Daguerreotype ca. 1843-47. My collection

What captivated people as they encountered this form of imagery for the first time was the ability to capture an image in a short time. Originally it took several minutes for the image to be captured, which may explain the initial rhapsodizing about architectural views and landscapes, but gradually that was worked down to anywhere from five to twenty seconds. The shortened exposure time led to the early adaptation to portrait photography. Even with shorter exposure times blurry images could be a challenge. The image below from the early 1840's demonstrates this. Note the blurry image of the baby's face, indicating that he/she was wriggling. Nothing has changed there!


People at the time had no way to adequately describe this new technology:

It is a modern invention of art to catch the intangible image of the human countenance, and preserve it in the form of a perfect likeness. The subject pauses a moment as he passes, and when he looks again, he beholds the beautiful miniature.

The Religious Herald, Hartford, CT

Saturday, Mar 21, 1846

A painting of a man and woman with stern expessions standing side-by-side in front of a white house. The man holds a pitch fork.
Grant Wood, "American Gothic," Art Institute of Chicago (Wikipedia)

The idea that having one's photograph taken must mean putting on a stern, expressionless face endured for some time. Perhaps the equivalent of today’s driver’s license photo. This standardized view of posing for a photograph lasted for a very long time, well past the era of the daguerreotype, which ended for all practical purposes around 1860 as more affordable options appeared. In effect, people didn't have the stern appearance because they had to because of long exposure time. That actually wasn't very true. It was more likely because having a photograph taken was not the casual thing it is now, but was a formal event, and a serious expression seemed more appropriate. It is generally accepted that Grant Wood modeled his painting, "American Gothic," on this general way of posing for a photograph, what an 1859 writer called the "cold, somber daguerreotype expression." (The Ladies' repository, Volume 19:8, Aug 1859) The expressions on the faces of the man and woman below exemplify this formal attitude. This couple caught my attention because of their resemblance to American Gothic, and their serious expressions give the impression that they were waiting to be put to death.

ca. 1847 daguerreotype, my collection

Facial expressions aside, Americans quickly realized the novelty of this new invention. The idea of having an actual image of oneself or of a friend or loved one was important. Daguerreotypes were expensive, though, the equivalent of at least $40, so they were not taken very often by many. 

An 1852 poem, "The Gold Hunter and the Daguerreotype," written in the sentimental style of the time, was about a prospector who had left his family back east to make his fortune prospecting for gold in California. He had been gone for a year and missed his family. As he sits wistfully, thinking of his wife and family, someone delivers a small package to him that contains a daguerreotype of his children, sent from home:

A stranger greets him a moment, and leaves

A package, for his hand 

Eager he breaks the seal, as he sees

It comes from his native land.

A small clasped case-he touches a spring

When, like the light of a star,

Two sweet faces look up into his,

Laughing out, "Here we are, Pa."

The Pacific, Oct 22, 1852  

Daguerreotype, ca. 1847, my collection

Memory soon became a prominent motivation for people to have their photograph made. The young man pictured above probably went on and had his picture taken a number of times in his lifetime, with new and easier, more affordable technologies available. A particular sub-genre of daguerreotypes, though, reveals an older generation of Americans. Daguerreotypes of elderly women are very common, pointing toward their importance to families. This image dates from around 1847. It's safe to guess that the woman it portrays was probably around seventy years old, perhaps older. If that were the case, she would have been born in the later years of the eighteenth century, perhaps around the time of the beginning of the American Revolution in 1776. Given the shorter average life span at the time, someone in her 70's would have lived a long life. It's easy to understand why a family would persuade their grandmother to have her photograph taken so they could remember her when she had died. This photograph is likely the only picture ever taken of this unidentified woman, and it depicts someone who grew up and matured in the previous century when such technology was unheard of. Rarer still are daguerreotypes taken of surviving veterans of the American Revolution.


A younger generation, such as the young man above, took advantage of the novelty and had their picture made. The daguerreotype of the young woman below dates from about 1843-47. It would appear that she is probably twenty years or so old at best. Was the picture made when she turned eighteen, or when she became engaged? If she was in her early twenties, that would put her birth date at the early 1820's. In all likelihood, barring illness or accident, she could have lived into the 1880’s  

Daguerreotype, ca. 1847. My collection

The older man to the left, on the other hand, was probably middle aged in this daguerreotype taken around 1847. He might have lived to the Civil War, perhaps.

Daguerreotype ca. 1843-7. My collection

With our world constantly bombarded with images today, it is difficult to imagine a world in which the technology of producing an exact visual image of a person was new and exciting. These images were valuable and held a place of pride in a home. They also provided a visible way to remember someone who was afar off, or no longer living. It is helpful to pause and consider how precious a single image could be.

One last sub-genre of daguerreotypes is images of the recently deceased. This may sound ghoulish to us today, but if an elderly parent died and the family had never had a daguerreotype made of them while they were living, photographing them in death was the last option available to have an image of the loved one.  This was common enough so that a daguerreotype studio in Hartford, Connecticut advertised in 1846 that they could take images of the deceased accurately. I have a post-mortem ambrotype of a man and a tintype of an infant, but not a post-mortem daguerreotype. Those are relatively rare and command a very high price.

 

Hartford Times, Oct 24, 1846

The possibilities for the new art of photography grew as the technology improved and became easier to do and more affordable. Daguerreotypes were complicated to make, involving several chemical processes that had to be done precisely. With the advent of ambrotypes and tintypes in the 1850's photographs came within reach of average people.

 

 









Sunday, December 7, 2025

The Past Is a Package


Early daguerreotype, ca. 1845. My collection

In unsettled times it is always tempting to look back at the past and romanticize it. I am interested in a number of different periods in the past, but the one that resonates with me the most is the nineteenth century. Part of it is personal. My parents were close to a decade older than other parents at the time my brothers and I were born, which pushes my grandparents back into the nineteenth century. The oldest was my maternal grandfather, who was born in 1876. He was fifty when my mother was born. He was already old enough to become a grandfather in the 1920’s. My grandmother, his wife, was born in the late 1880’s. My father’s parents were both born in the early 1890’s. For me, the nineteenth century has never seemed like the distant past, but the recent past. I think this has helped me to not romanticize it.

For many, such as my children’s generation, the nineteenth century is wrapped in a fog. It is too far back to have any direct felt connection to people then. The factor that helped my family to feel an affinity for this period is that my father’s family has been in one place for centuries. We have a sense of place and longevity. The names and images of my ancestors several generations back are as familiar to me as those of my parents.

Romanticizing the past can often come with a lack of familiarity. Many can and will say that times were simpler then—that people had fewer pressures on them and had more time for everything. I’ve actually heard people say that many times. The opposite is the case. We actually have much more leisure time than people did a century and a half ago. We can travel much faster. We have household appliances that perform tasks for us that were once done by hand—laundry, cooking, etc.

We are a society in which we are in close contact with many in our lives. Not necessarily physical, but through social media. And, if a family emergency arises it is easy to be in contact with those who need to know, through a text or phone call.

In the nineteenth century travel was possible, for sure, but took much longer. The fastest method was by rail, but that didn't become common until the 1850's, and even then there were many places that were not directly connected with rail.  Travel in general was expensive, and people who were separated by distance did not see one another often. This made communication even more vital. Other than direct personal contact, immediate communication was not possible until the advent of the telegraph in the early 1840's.

In the nineteenth century the memory of those who were separated from one another by distance or death was kept alive as it is today, with personal possessions, letters, and photographs. Photographs were much less common earlier in the century, and were non-existent until the introduction of the daguerreotype in 1839. Even with that, daguerreotypes were expensive and those who could not afford them went without any likeness of their loved one with the possible exception of a silhouette.

Deathbed scene ca. 1860
 

We are also less likely to die or suffer from disease. The COVID pandemic brought us back to the reality that most of the world has experienced for most of human history. In the nineteenth century people routinely died of sepsis, tuberculosis, cancer, heart disease, and any one of the childhood diseases that we now take vaccines for—that is, until RFK Jr. succeeds in killing us off by dissing the efficacy of vaccines. That may not be long lived. 
The norm until the early twentieth century is that when a person fell ill with anything, there was an instinctual fear of impending death. The literature of the nineteenth century is replete with poetry and stories about how people health with death. How did they deal with death? Not much differently than we do. They grieved and tried to find meaning in a loved one’s death, much as we do now. The difference, if there is any, is that they were accustomed to sudden death in a way that we are not. Aside from accident or injury, or a sudden health crisis such as a stroke or cardiac arrest, we do not expect sudden death. They did. A cold could easily slide into pneumonia and carry away a loved one in a matter of days.

The religious environment was different, and that was where people often found meaning at a time of death. Much of the American population was evangelical Protestant, and a sizable part of the poetry and literature of this period reflects that worldview. The general theme was that those who were left behind could still feel the presence of their loved one who resided in the comforts of heaven, as in this example from circa 1860:


Our Little Child with Radiant Eyes

With seeking hearts we still grope on,
Where dropped our jewel in the dust;
The looking crowd have long since gone,
And still we seek with lonely trust:
O little child with radiant eyes!

In all our heartache we are drawn,
Unweeting, to your little grave;
There on your heavenly shores of dawn
Breaks gentler sorrow’s sobbing wave,
O little child with radiant eyes!

Dark underneath the brightening sod,
The sweetest life of all our years
Is crowded, in a gift to God.
Outside the gate we stand in tears;
O little child with radiant eyes!

Heart-empty as the acorn cup,
That only fills with wintry showers,
The breaking cloud but brimmeth up
With tears this pleading life of ours,—
O life child with radiant eyes!

We think of you, our angel kith,
Till life grows light with starry leaven;
We ne’er forget you, darling, with
The gold hair waving high in heaven!
O life child with radiant eyes!

Your white wings grown will conquer death!
You’re coming through our dreams e’en now,
With azure peep of heaven beneath
The arching glory of your brow,
O little child with radiant eyes!

We can not pierce the dark, but oft
You gaze on us with looks of balm;
A hint of heaven—a touch more soft
Than kisses—all the trouble is calm:
O little child with radiant eyes!

Think of us wearied in the strife,
And when we sit by sorrow’s streams,
Shake down upon our drooping life
The dew that brings immortal dreams:
O little child with radiant eyes!


From Lonnie, Our Little Lamb. Boston: American Tract Society, n.d., pp. 107-108

This may seem overly sentimental to our minds but it resonated with many.

Carte de visite, ca. 1864-7. My collection

I don't romanticize the past because any age is a package of good and ill. There are many interesting and exceptional aspects to that period, but also a lot of elements we would find difficult to accept, such as the prevalence of war, white supremacy, and out and out racism (sounds like today). Injustice abounded for many people. No epoch of human history is an unalloyed realm of virtue. Every age has its own failings. 

The aspects of life at that time mentioned above made life difficult. To romanticize any period is to skew how the people of that time understood themselves and their place in the world. They knew that the world they lived in was a mixed bag. It is true, nevertheless, that we can see things they couldn't. They couldn't have known the outcome of the Civil War when they were in the middle of it, for instance.

For me, the bottom line is that we shouldn't romanticize the past because it was someone else's present. We certainly don't romanticize our own time. Neither did they. The people who lived in the nineteenth century, with all of its problems and challenges, were no different than us in that they were just trying to get through the day. In that way they were just like us, with all the same hopes and fears. 

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

A Picture Says a Thousand Words: Photos as Memory during the Civil War



Union soldier, Library of Congress
In a previous post early last year I wrote about revenue stamps which were introduced in the US in 1862 to pay for what was likely to be a protracted war. Many items such as bank checks, mortgage documents, deeds, and even playing cards were taxed, for the most part, for one or two cents. Bear in mind that at that time one cent was the equivalent to today's 20 cents. For this purpose the Internal Revenue Department printed stamps in varying denominations. See my post here: https://ccowing.blogspot.com/2024/01/taxes-taxes.html

Photographs were becoming more common and less expensive. The first commercially viable type of photograph, the daguerreotype, was introduced in 1839 in France and after its introduction to the US by Samuel Francis Morse that winter daguerreotype studios were popping up in all major cities on the East Coast by very early 1840. Daguerreotypes were expensive and cumbersome to make. The sitter had to sit still for some minutes although with that time was reduced to a few seconds. The photographer had to go through a number of complex steps that needed to be done precisely in order to produce a good image. Daguerreotypes can be difficult to view as well. They were produced on a silver plated copper plate, so they have a mirror finish. They often have to be held at a particular angle to be viewed.
 
An important thing to remember is that at this time there was no digital, only analog. Images did not pixilate when enlarged. They could get blurry, but did not pixilate. Daguerreotypes are astonishing images for the intricate detail they record. Ambrotypes and tintypes, described below, are also remarkable for their fine detail. The image of a woman to the right is an enlargement of an ambrotype below. The fine resolution is remarkable for a picture that is only 2 x 2.5" in total. The wrinkles in her face, the pattern of her lace collar and even the details on the lace on her widow's cap are visible. If this were a daguerreotype the resolution would be even more crisp.
All the types of photography described here were available on both sides of the conflict. It is possible sometimes to make an educated guess that a tintype comes from the South depending on the style if it's a man. Oddly, the pictures of Southerners during the war tend to look more gaunt and angry--that's not something that  can be quantified. It's just an impression. In collecting these images I pass no judgment on the sitters, even though, if you have read my last few blog posts, you know that my gr. gr. grandfather died in the war on the Union side. At these level these soldiers and their families were just people trying to get through the day. They didn't have much time to sit and think about politics at leisure.


In the mid 1850's two new methods of taking photographs were developed. The ambrotype was an image produced on a piece of glass and encased for protection. It involved some work but was easier to make. Ambrotypes are easy to date because they were popular for only a decade, from the mid 1850's to just after the war in 1865. Even easier was the tintype, an image produced on a piece of sheet iron lacquered in black, generally, although dark brown was sometime used. A tintype could be produced in about 20 minutes start to finish so this became the preferred way to have a picture made. By the mid 1860's the tintype was king, the ambrotype was fading from use, and the daguerreotype was rarely made. It may be surprising that the technology changed that quickly, at a speed we wouldn't associate with the past. Think of it as what happens today when digital technology in phones, computers, and larger systems becomes outdated and is rapidly replaced with whatever is new.

When soldiers enlisted in either the Confederate or Union armies it was common for them to have their picture made as a tintype and either sent home if done in the field, or done at home before they left. Compared to today's money they only cost a few dollars and were durable images.
By 1864 the war debt on the Union side was growing rapidly. By the end of the war it was 2.7 billion dollars in contemporary money, almost 41 billion today. Revenue stamps helped pay this off by 1883.  In mid-1864 the tax was expanded to include photographs, including tintypes and CDVs (carte de visite--a small photograph on a card). This tax on photographs was in effect from 1864-1866.  It was a good source of revenue because so many people took advantage of this inexpensive way to have a photograph of their loved one.


I don't currently have any photos of Civil War soldiers in uniform in my collection because they are very expensive and desirable, although I hope to some day. However, one picture below may be of a soldier who returned to his family in the South. Notice that he is wearing light colored pants with a dark stripe down the side. That style of pants was never a fashion in the US. It was only military. It is known that former Confederate soldiers returned to a countryside and home that was a wasteland, and they had little money. Former Confederate soldiers sometimes wore parts of their uniforms years after the war, which I believe may be the case here.

A soldier returned from the war
I  have a collection of tintypes, ambrotypes, cartes de visites (CDVs), and a couple of daguerreotypes of average people from before and during the war, however. A few have revenue stamps, three in particular have revenue stamps that were cancelled by the photographer when the customer paid for the picture. Many times the stamp intended for playing cards were used, but quite often stamps were used for any tax regardless of the wording on the stamp as long as the amount was correct. In the example above, this tiny tintype (this size is called a "gem,") is mounted into a card, a very common way to mount the picture. On the back the tax was paid with a 2 cent bank check stamp. It was cancelled by the photographer, which was done by hand often with the date. It is notoriously difficult to date pictures from this period, in which hair styles and clothing are the only clues as to when the picture was made. Here, I know the exact date, December 26, 1864. The big question is whether he was off to war. It's impossible to tell. 

The production of tintypes expanded rapidly as more soldiers were drafted or enlisted, and after the war it remained common. Glass plate negatives were coming into use during the war, and they eventually dominated the market because unlimited prints of the photograph could be made from one negative, whereas all the previous methods produced unique images. On early CDVs will often appear the phrase "negatives preserved" meaning the customer could come back and have more copies made. Copying the tintype was different. The typical tintype was 2.5" x 3" and the tiny "gem" size pictures were made with cameras with multiple lenses, sometimes with as many as twelve lenses, so multiple images could be made at once because of their small size.

The other side of memory is just as poignant. Soldiers on both sides very commonly had small tintypes or ambrotypes of loved ones. Many stories are told of a dead soldier being found on a battlefield with a tiny picture of a loved one in his hand, presumably looking on their image in his last moments of life. The three photographs below, one tintype and two ambrotypes, are all small. The tiniest is that of the young girl, which is less than two inches square. The other two are 2 by 2.5 inches. Any and all of these could have been cherished by a soldier who may or may not have come home.




Young girl, tintype, ca. 1857-1862
Widow, ambrotype, ca. 1857-1862
Young woman, ambrotype, ca. 1857-1862

Southern couple, ca. 1860's
Occasionally couples would have their photograph taken together. The picture above of a couple in the 1860's is an excellent example. It could be one that the husband had taken before he left for the war. I believe it to be from the Confederacy because of the style of the husband's beard, which wasn't nearly as common in the North as it was in the South. It's likely their sober expressions are a result of having to wait a few seconds for the exposure. I have to wonder, though, if the wife's expression of steely determination is in anticipation of her husband going away to war, perhaps never to return. Or, perhaps he had just returned home to a region that had been devastated by war and they knew their prospects were bleak.

George Lewis, my gr. gr. grandfather, was able to have an albumen print made from a glass plate negative, often referred to as a "dry plate" because the chemicals on the plate's surface were not wet. It is possible that his uncle I.C. Lewis paid for it. We'll never know.





Monday, November 3, 2025

The Empty Chair, the Next Generation: Disease in the Civil War

Soldier's graveyard, winter camp, Falmouth. Forbes, Edwin, 1839-1895, Library of Congress

 Disease was a persistent problem during the Civil War for several reasons. Camps were completely unsanitary and periodic long periods of encampment, especially during the winter, led to the spread of a wide assortment of illnesses.

The main factor in disease at this time was the state of medicine. The “germ theory,” as some older physicians called it, was still not widely accepted and older, established physicians rejected it as the cause of infection and disease. In general, physicians knew that certain conditions could and would result in illness, but they couldn’t identify what was present in those conditions that would cause illness.

Medical care was available from the beginning on both sides, but sanitation was not. Once the Sanitary Commission was created in 1861 the deaths from infection in hospitals went down dramatically. This did not apply to camps, however.

The Union’s Falmouth camp, across the Rappahannock River from Fredericksburg, Virginia, was notorious for illness. Some of the soldiers in Burnside’s army, including the 15th Connecticut, had spent months guarding the bridges that crossed the Potomac into Virginia. The Potomac was, as it is now, a swampy river, and at the time it was rife with malaria and dysentery. A mosquito bite was often a one way ticket to a casket.

 Respiratory illness, intestinal illnesses causing diarrhea, fever such as that caused by malaria, and infections were the most common illnesses.  In his Outlines of the Chief Camp Diseases of the Present War (1863)  Joseph J. Woodward, M.D., a regimental surgeon, writes: "Diarrhoea and dysentery have been the most frequent of all damp diseases, and although not nearly so fatal as fevers, have caused a very large mortality" (p. 206). He observes that diarrhea probably caused more deaths that were listed as caused by the condition, possibly because the soldier may have died of something else but was weakened by chronic diarrhea, or, if the soldier was discharged because of the condition, he might have died later at home. Discharging a soldier on disability was an option if a soldier became so sick, and was one that George Lewis was offered. He declined, however, fearing that he would be seen as a coward.

Diarrhea could have been seasonal, caused by contaminated water or unripe fruits and vegetables. With intestinal diseases diet was a huge factor. The diet of soldiers in camp was horrendous by modern standards, including bacon, which meant lots of grease; hard tack, which one soldier famously observed was so hard that it could stop a lead bullet; and whatever could be gathered from the countryside. Fresh fruit was intermittent, and vegetables were boiled so long as to leach any and all nutrients from them. In short, their dismal diet set up soldiers for intestinal problems that potentially could be fatal.

Occasional diarrhea was very common, but common enough was acute diarrhea such as George Lewis had. The symptoms that George's sergeant describes fit with the description of this condition. It included abdominal pain, fever, and weakness:

Occasionally, however, the disease . . . may persist, and pass into a chronic form, eventually terminating in one or another of the varieties of chronic diarrhoea  hereafter to be described; or, instead, it may run rapidly on to a fatal issue. In the latter case, the abdominal pain and tenderness increase, the febrile action assumes an adynamic character, the pulse becomes frequent and feeble, the mind wanders, delrium sets in, the tongue becomes dry and red, the evacuations from the bowels exceedingly frequent, and death terminates the scene (pp. 219-220).

In short, the person dies from dehydration, although oddly, that term did not exist at the time.

There were treatments including the use of opiates, which in sufficient strength can cause constipation and relieve pain. George's sergeant suggested taking some medicine which was probably some sort of opiate, and he felt better for awhile. Improvements in diet were also prescribed. Good luck with that in winter camp.

What physicians could not have understood at the time was that replacing the fluids lost in diarrhea would help significantly. Anyone who has had a sick child with diarrhea knows to keep Pedialite or something similar at hand. They also did not have antibiotics. If something as simple as penicillin had been available at that time the death rate would have been much lower.

A Union Hospital (source: www.thechaplainkit.com)

In general, disease killed twice as many soldiers as battlefield wounds. This was true up to and including the First World War. Soldiers were routinely exposed to dismal conditions and forced to eat bad food which either led to infection and illness or predisposed them to it.





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Medical and Surgical History of the War of the Rebellion