Lee returns home to Franklin Street after a bummer of a surrender, during which Grant made strides towards reunifying the two halves of a bloodied nation.
Archives: Civil War
Honest Abe stops in to measure the drapes!
Lee flees, the city burns, and the liquor is literally flowing in the streets during this milestone day in our city’s past.
In March of 1865, Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee needed a miracle. And a bloody, tide-turning miracle he got…for about four hours. Then that tide turned right back around. It’s happening, y’all. The Civil War is about to end.
On this day, 150 years ago, Lincoln was inaugurated YET AGAIN. The Civil War’s axles were about to break, and the man who had been elected to deal with the situation was about to see it through.
Things aren’t looking great for…well, anyone, really, but especially the Confederates.
A Union rock meets a Confederate hard place (or was it vice versa?) as everyone agrees that peace would be great, but no one can figure out how to do it.
They were committed to their Cause. They were angry at the other half of their nation. They were willing to fight to the death! Until a winter of not being paid, clothed, fed, or sheltered made them all peace out. And with dang good reason.
It sucks to be away from family and friends during the holidays. Whether it’s due to travel complications, your work schedule, or it’s 1865 and you’re stuck in a cold, miserable, muddy trench outside Petersburg surrounded by your fellow dirty soldiers.
For the Confederate soldiers and citizens of Petersburg behind siege lines, things grow more difficult and food becomes scarce.