I Would Like to Meet…?
I think most of us would have
several names of people we would like to meet. I’m one of those. I never knew
my paternal grandparents. I look at their pictures and wonder what kind of
people they were. Both died by the time my dad was 6-yrs-old. I imagine them as
caring and loving. I hope they were.
Along those same lines my
paternal grandfather lost his dad about 5-yrs-old. His father served almost the
entire Civil War. After the war he was sickly and died in 1874 at the age of
40. What did the war do to him? Did it leave him bitter or depressed? And then
there is his wife. She was left a widow with two small children to raise in an
era when women lacked the resources to care for their selves let alone
children. Only 25-yrs-old she was forced to put her two boys in a children’s
home until she married again and could take the boys back. I think I have a
tintype picture of her although it’s not identified. See looks so lovely and
sweet.
But maybe at the top of my
list would be my second great uncle, Andrew ‘A.J.’ Moore. He was at the Battle
of Little Big Horn where he was killed on Reno Hill. Just 22 when he joined the
7th Cavalry he was killed at the age of 22. I’ve read where he was
mentioned in a few books about the battle. There are four letters in the
National Archives that he wrote to his mother. She had to submit them when she
applied for a mother’s pension. As he was a member of my family and a part if
an American historical event, I’d like to know more about him and the type of
man he grew to be.
But let’s face it. Most of use
would like to meet all those ancestors on whose shoulders we stand.
#Ancestors, #Andrew Moore
