Friday, October 26, 2018

10 Gettysburg cycling tips for adventurous learners

It's not hard to imagine what this ride up Devil's Den will teach you about the Battle of Gettysburg.
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For a  perspective you won't get from your car or by walking the ground, I highly recommend riding a bike through a Civil War battlefield park. At Antietam, I especially enjoy the rush I get zooming from the parking lot above Burnside Bridge down the steep park road and past the John Otto farmhouse. And there's nothing quite like a slow ride down Hagerstown Pike, or on historic Keedysville Road, outside the national park boundary.

"Your senses are bombarded" on a battlefield bike ride, writes Sue Thibodeau, an educator, technologist and "bicycling historian," whose book, Bicycling Gettysburg National Military Park, will be available in the spring. Here are Sue's 10 tips for riding through that fabulous national park:



By Sue Thibodeau

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"There's no better way to tour Gettysburg National Military Park than on a bike!" I hear that a lot. For people who love outdoor, experiential learning, it's a no-brainer.

In the above photo, you can see Little Round Top on the right and the cannons of the 4th New York Independent Battery straight ahead. I am riding under the bough of an oak "witness tree," so-called because the tree is old enough to have "witnessed" the Battle of Gettysburg. On a bike, your senses are bombarded with picture-perfect scenery, smells of grass, sounds of chatter (and silence), and even the salty taste of sweat. For history buffs, the battlefield is an outdoor classroom that provides an exciting opportunity to learn -- on your timetable, your way. Like a kid.

I am grateful that John invited me to share with his blog's readers 10 tips for cycling the Gettysburg battlefield. My "10 tips" are simply 10 examples of learning by doing:

RIDE THROUGH ROSE WOODS: Rose Woods is an ideal cycling experience, partly because this area is not on the official National Park Service (NPS) auto tour. That means no busses and less cars. Find a good park map, because the ride through Rose Woods has lots of twists and turns, and at least one confusing intersection. Brace yourself for a hilly ride through a heavily wooded area lined with many regimental monuments. If you make it up the short but steep incline that ends at the 2nd Delaware Infantry Monument, you will enjoy a fast glide down to The Wheatfield.

View from Little Round Top, looking southwest.
For a historical introduction to the fighting here on July 2, 1863, I hope that you enjoy this video of a ride through Rose Woods. It's one of my first experiments using a GoPro video camera to record a ride along with historical commentary. (Yep, amateur).

TRY TO SPOT MONUMENT SYMBOLS ... And connect them to the Army of the Potomac's seven Union corps that fought at the Battle of Gettysburg:
--full moon (circle) = 1st Corps (Reynolds)
--trefoil (clover) = 2nd Corps (Hancock)
--diamond = 3rd Corps (Sickles)
--Maltese cross = 5th Corps (Sykes)
--simple cross = 6th corps (Sedgwick)
--crescent moon = 11th Corps (Howard)
--star = 12th corps (Slocum)

... But why?

2nd Delaware Infantry monument.
Because if you want to learn the battlefield military story, the monuments give helpful visual clues about what corps fought where. (Read about it here). For example, notice the clover on the top of the 2nd Delaware Infantry Monument in Rose Woods. (It's not a coincidence that this monument is on Brooke Avenue, a park road named for Union Col. John R. Brooke, the brigade commander for the 2nd Delaware regiment).

COLLECT "THEMED" PHOTOS ON YOUR RIDE: In other words, pick a topical area and then hunt for and photograph the monuments that fit that topic. Here are some examples (all of which are documented in my forthcoming book, Bicycling Gettysburg National Military Park, March 2019):
--State monuments (USA, CSA)
-- Equestrian monuments
-- Bronze statues of individuals
-- Corps Headquarters monuments

Then try to figure out the meaning behind each monument's placement and history. The George G. Meade (USA) and Robert E. Lee (CSA) Equestrian Monuments, for example, each face the other, just as their two armies squared off with each other on July 2-3, 1863, across a one-mile wide field.

Union Maj. Gen. George G. Meade Equestrian Monument, Cemetery Ridge.
Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee Equestrian Monument (on top of Virginia State Monument), Seminary Ridge.
FIND YOUR FAVORITE STATE MONUMENT (USA, CSA) ... And don't miss the ride down the entire length of West Confederate Avenue, because it's on that straight-away that you will find the North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, Florida, Louisiana, Georgia, South Carolina, Arkansas, Texas, and Alabama state monuments -- in that order, from north to south. Union state monuments are on Cemetery Ridge and Cemetery and Culps hills.

WHERE DOES THAT CANNON POINT? The roughly 400 cannons at Gettysburg are positioned for historical accuracy. So, pick a cannon and peer down its barrel to where it points. In the next photograph, for example, you might want to research Confederate Brig. Gen. Ambrose R. Wright's (Georgia Brigade) attack through the Codori farm to Union positions protected by this rifled cannon on July 2, 1863.

Union cannon on Cemetery Ridge facing the Codori Barn and Seminary Ridge (in the distance).
CONNECT PHYSICAL AND NATURAL STRUCTURES TO BATTLEFIELD MAPS: If your maps identify Gettysburg barns, observation towers, ridges, roadways, and tall monuments, you can use these maps to get and stay oriented on the battlefield. That's no small feat on 6,000 acres of park land. (Click here for a "how to" example. Or, for a more interactive approach, click here.)

Looking west from the Copse of Trees on Cemetery Ridge. The Virginia State Monument 
is visible in the distance.
Looking east  from near the Virginia State Monument. 
RIDE DOWN CULP'S HILL: After a  one-mile climb to the top of Culp's Hill, who wouldn't enjoy "flying" down to Stevens' Knoll?  Here's a video clip of one ride down.

200-million-year-old dinosaur footprint
 on a stone bridge over Plum Run,
 South Confederate Avenue.
MAKE YOUR OWN SCAVENGER HUNT:
Before your trip, make a list of things that you want to find. Here are some examples to get your thinking juices flowing (you can enter GPS coordinates into the Google Maps search field):
--Witness Trees (click here for GPS coordinates for 17 trees)
--Monument sculptures that include dogs (39.84222, -77.24256; 39.79703, -77.24511)
--Dinosaur footprint (39.78479, -77.24475)

KNOW THE "SECRET" MEANING OF THE PARK ROADS: Did you know that most of Gettysburg's park roads are named after Union officers, and that the shape of these roads roughly matches the officers' most significant battle lines? Simply by reading park road signs, bicyclists can learn basic battlefield formations without the drudgery of rote memorization.

PARK YOUR BICYCLE AND VISIT SOLDIERS' NATIONAL CEMETERY: Read the Gettysburg Address on the bronze plaques of the Lincoln Address Memorial, visit the Honey Locust Witness Tree (39.81788,-77.23152), find the grave of Sgt. Amos Humiston (154th New York), or enjoy a quiet circular stroll among labeled species of native trees.

WRAP-UP: Over the decades, I have toured the battlefield many dozens of times -- on foot, by car, by bus -- and since 2012, by bicycle across all four seasons. I learn something new every time. I look forward to hearing about your learning adventures cycling Gettysburg National Military Park. Take a ride back in time ... on bike.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

'What are you thinking, Momma?': A goodbye to Peggy Banks

Peggy Banks, "movie star," as a teenager.
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When I found Mom at the assisted living center, she was sitting alone in a chair, staring straight ahead with those beautiful blue eyes. Gently stroking her thinning white hair, I hugged her frail body and kissed her on the cheek. An uneaten bowl of vegetable soup sat on the small wooden table in front of her. Unable to feed herself, I carefully fed her several spoonfuls of broth and dabbed her mouth with a cloth. Then I grasped Peggy Banks' wrinkled hand and whispered into her ear, “What are you thinking, Momma?”

Mom, brother David and a mischievous mini-me long ago.
She often said David resembled her.
A family member told me our ability to hear might be the last of the senses to go. I hope somehow Peggy processed what else I said to her: “We love you, Mom,” I repeated several times. “It's time for you to go see Dad.” She attempted to mouth some words in response, but nothing came out, and I just bawled. Our visit was the last time we spent together. The soul-crushing Alzheimer’s disease had accomplished its evil work.

Watching a loved one die is tough. Watching a loved one die from Alzheimer’s -- as Mom, 81, did at noon Wednesday -- is doubly awful because you lose them when their mind goes and again when they pass on. But while we grieve for Peggy, we have much to celebrate, just as we did two years ago when we lost Dad, “Big Johnny.” What tremendous lives they led. What great examples they were for their children, David, Mary Ann and me.

Mom and my sister, Mary Ann, in Glenside, Pa.
From Eastern European heritage, Mom disliked her given name, Olga. Kids in her grade school teased her about it, so she went by Peggy. One of six children from a family of modest means, she grew up in a skinny, three-story row house in a working-class neighborhood in Allentown, Pa. Her father, who died before we Banks kids were born, served in the U.S. Army during World War I and worked as a coal miner, among other jobs. Her mother, our “Grammy,” thankfully passed on to Mom the ability to cook Slovak food. The smell of halupkis often wafted through our kitchen, much to our delight.

Mom didn't have an opportunity to go to college, but she enjoyed telling us she skipped third grade because she was so smart. She also won a school contest for memorizing the Gettysburg Address. Perhaps Peggy passed along the "Civil War gene" to me.

Mom worked as a bank teller for a time, and had an innate ability to pick stocks. We had no clue until near the end of her life. She had a few idiosyncrasies, too. "Don't use so much hot water," she always told us before we showered in our bathroom with the funky blue-and-pink tiles.

Dad, Mom and our daughters, Meredith and Jessica, atop
 Mount Washington overlooking downtown Pittsburgh.
She never hesitated to tell us kids what we meant to her and "Big Johnny." "We're so proud of you," she often said.  (Damn, it's hard to even type that now.)

Mom was beloved by my pals in the Sunset Hills area of Mount Lebanon, Pa., who called her the “sweetest lady on Old Farm Road.” But this sweet, little lady once chased a teenager behind a toilet in the downstairs powder room in our house, smacking him with a broom. My punishment was well deserved. Years afterward, we often laughed about it.

Our friends often observed Peggy tooling around town in her blue Volkswagen Beetle with a sunroof. She didn't learn how to drive until she was in her late 20s. Rarely, if ever, did she top 35 mph, and she never drove on an interstate. At least we think she never did. How Dad had the patience to teach Mom to drive remains one of the great mysteries of life.

When we kids married and had our own children, she and Dad made 321 Old Farm Road a welcoming home base for all of us. Oh how she loved her grandchildren, Evan, Ryan, Camille,Travis, Jessica and Meredith. “How are the girls?” she often inquired in a sing-song voice about our daughters. Those words will forever remain on the soundtrack in my mind.

The Banks family at 321 Old Farm Road, Mount Lebanon, Pa.
Here’s a story that makes my wife and me chuckle: During visits home, Peggy frequently made  little roast beef sandwiches, racing past Carol and my sister to the basement to deliver the feast to her first-born. She was the mustard master, placing just the right amount of the condiment on each sandwich for me. In fact, she always wanted to feed people. " (____________), you look hungry," she'd say. "Do you want a sandwich?" We must have heard that line thousands of times.

In the hospice room near Mom's bed, my sister hung our paternal grandmother's painting of a guardian angel. Neil Diamond songs played. She loved his singing. Mary Ann and David believe it brought her comfort. Thank you, Neil. Dressed in a beautiful purple top, Peggy fought until the end. "She had a strong heart," my sister said. We all knew that.

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And so life moves on without her here physically. God, we wonder sometimes why it must be so hard. Watching aged parents go can be agonizing. No playbook exists for The End.

Wherever your spirit soars now, Peggy Banks, know you’ll always be in our hearts. Tell Dad in heaven we said hello. We know he'd appreciate several of those little roast beef sandwiches now, too. We're so proud of both of you. Bravo for lives well lived.

Holding Peggy Banks' hand for the last time.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Monumental photography: Who stands watch at Antietam

On Rodman Avenue, the 50th Pennsylvania monument at sunrise.
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A spectacular sun, billowy clouds, a deep-blue sky -- all serve as exquisite backdrops for images of the silent sentinels at Antietam. On an early autumn morning or late afternoon, the old French impressionist painters would have appreciated this landscape. When the light is right and Mother Nature cooperates, no Civil War battlefield compares for photography.

130th Pennsylvania monument at Bloody Lane.
The soaring New Jersey State monument at the intersection of Hagerstown Pike and Cornfield Avenue.
The "Wounded Lion" atop the 15th Massachusetts monument in the West Woods.
At the 124th Pennsylvania monument, a backdrop Claude Monet would appreciate.
A figure of an eagle atop the 28th Ohio monument on Branch Avenue.
Ready for action: 128th Pennsylvania monument faces Confederate position.
The Bloody Cornfield serves as backdrop for this image of  the 128th Pennsylvania monument.
Another view of 128th Pennsylvania monument, against a deep-blue sky backdrop.
The 130th Pennsylvania monument near the lip of Bloody Lane.
A setting sun shines on the plaque of the 137th Pennsylvania monument on Cornfield Avenue.
 In the immediate background, the 128th Pennsylvania monument.

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Saturday, October 20, 2018

'Hidden' Gettysburg: Where Confederate soldier left his mark

In 2011, I shot this image of A.L. Coble's name and regiment carved into a Gettysburg boulder.

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Deftly avoiding dangerous plant life, I recently re-discovered the site near Spangler's Spring where A.L. Coble carved his name and regiment into a boulder. A 20-year-old private in the 1st North Carolina at Gettysburg, he probably did his handiwork during a veterans' gathering well after the battle. Spangler's Spring meadow once was a popular picnic ground.

Years ago, a local old-timer -- a volunteer battlefield guide -- showed me this spot, one of many on the field where soldiers left their mark. As he was walking through this area once, the guide told me he spied what he suspected were relic hunters. Instead it was a couple looking for the Coble carving. They said they were direct descendants of the North Carolina soldier, whose last name is pronounced COH-bull.

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Monday, October 15, 2018

Nashville street scene: The Man In Black in black and white

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Three blocks from the honky-tonks on Broadway, The Man In Black lives on on a Nashville street mural. In the glow of city lights, a man runs past the weather-worn work of art. Johnny cradles June. Cash scowls. Fans show some love. Listen carefully and you can still hear the train a comin'









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Saturday, October 13, 2018

At new museum, view Strahl frock coat, Cleburne 'death kepi'

Patrick Cleburne, shown at Franklin in a painting, and the kepi he wore during the battle there.
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You can view effects of two Confederate generals who died of wounds suffered at the Battle of Franklin at the new Tennessee State Museum near downtown Nashville. Patrick Cleburne's "death kepi," found atop the Irishman's face in the aftermath of the battle Nov. 30, 1864, shares a  display case with the frock coat of Otto Strahl, an Ohio native. Originally buried near Columbia, Tenn., Cleburne was disinterred and reburied in Helena, Ark., in 1870. Strahl is buried in Dyersburg, Tenn. The other Confederate generals who died of wounds suffered at Franklin are Hiram Granbury, John Adams, John Carter and States Rights Gist. The museum's yet-to-be-completed Civil War section includes cool interactive displays.

Museum address: 1000 Rosa L Parks Blvd, Nashville, Tenn., 37208 | Web site

The Battle of Franklin kepi worn by Patrick Cleburne, only 36 when he died.
Frock coat of Otho Strahl, one of six Confederate generals who died of Battle of Franklin wounds.

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Thursday, October 11, 2018

Murder, she wrote: Author's obsession is notorious Van Dorn

Confederate Major General Earl Van Dorn was murdered in Martin Cheairs' mansion in Spring Hill, Tenn.
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What a pity Bridget Smith was not alive in 1863 to report about Earl Van Dorn. Surely, then, all the secrets of notorious Confederate major general long ago would have been revealed. From her 21st-century perch, the dogged researcher shined a light into the dark corners of Van Dorn's sordid life in her 2015 historical novel, Where Elephants Fought. Let the cockroaches scatter!

Author Bridget Smith and friends at the Holly Springs Depot
 in Mississippi, where Earl Van Dorn captured precious supplies
of Ulysses Grant's army on Dec. 20, 1862. It was the military
 highlight of the general's career.
The general's real-life story, as Smith notes, has a little bit of everything -- "sex, murder, escape, lies, an illegitimate baby ..."

But Van Dorn's murder is no whodunit. Fact: On the morning of May 7, 1863, Dr. George Peters entered the back room of Martin Cheairs' mansion in Spring Hill, Tenn. -- the general's headquarters -- and fired a pistol ball into Van Dorn's brain, killing him. This ugly tale is more of a "WHY did he do it?" 

The commonly held view is that the married Van Dorn -- who couldn't keep his eyes (or hands) off the ladies -- was murdered by Peters because he was having an affair with the doctor's beautiful wife, 25-year-old Jessie. The affair part is undoubtedly true.

But Smith's research points to Van Dorn's seduction of a 15-year-old  girl as Dr. Peters' real motivation for murder in the mansion in Spring Hill. Brace yourself for those salacious details below.

By now you're probably saying to yourself, "Dang, this could be a movie!" As a matter of fact, that's what Smith is planning. She recently started a KickStarter campaign to raise $100,000 to bring this crazy story to a big screen.

Smith, who's also writing a non-fiction companion to Where Elephants Fought, answered my questions about her obsession with the general (a "quintessential Southern gentleman"), the movie ("big dreams") and more. Appropriately, the Tennessee native provided the answers from her adopted state of Mississippi, where this story began for Van Dorn, an 1860s "frat boy."


White Hall, the mansion in Spring Hill, Tenn., where Earl Van Dorn's affair with Jessie Peters reportedly 
began. (Read my Civil War Times column on the mansions connected to the Van Dorn story.)

Why do you have the fascination with Earl Van Dorn?


Smith: First, he’s got all the trappings of a modern movie star -- a handsome face, light wavy hair, sparkling blue eyes, and naughty ways – so, who wouldn’t be fascinated, right? But it’s his dichotomous nature that most interests me, because so many aspects of his personality sharply contradict his genteel origins. For instance, he is in every way the quintessential Southern gentleman, yet his conduct is often anything but gentlemanly! Though educated at West Point, he quotes Shakespeare and Byron more often than Napoleon; yet, his desire for glory and fame on the battlefield nearly consumes him at times.

Earl Van Dorn, shown as a civilian, was
 a "quintessential Southern gentleman," 
Bridget Smith notes, "yet his conduct is 
often anything but gentlemanly!"
Although married, he seems to care very little for his wife and even less for the institution of marriage; yet, during his years in Texas, when he wasn’t dodging Comanche arrows, he was carrying on with a pretty laundress named Martha. The result of this long-term relationship: three little Van Dorns (And yes, Martha gave each child their daddy’s last name). So here lies the quandary -- if he had no respect for his own wife, why did he hook up with another woman for a long period of time and have not one, but three children with her? Not to sound cliché, but he did understand how that kept happening, didn’t he?

And dare I even mention the many torrid love affairs — specifically the fatal one, the one that resulted in a murder so clouded by lies and corruption that it took over 150 years to uncover just enough of the truth to finally answer the question, “Why did the doctor shoot the general?” As for the rest of the story, well, we may never know the truth. I guess that’s why I find him so fascinating.



Tell us something we don’t know about him.


Bridget Smith on Van Dorn
 (shown in Confederate uniform): 
"Here was a man I’d love 
to have a drink with."
Smith: If you delve into a person’s background long enough, you will usually find that one puzzle piece that helps explain the why’s and how’s of that person -- why he acted this way -- why he said those things. When I first began to study Earl Van Dorn, it was not in those well-known military records that I found the answers to some of his peculiar ways, but in the personal memoirs and letters of friends and family that put that last brush stroke on a very colorful portrait. Some of the more interesting details about Van Dorn include his hobbies and passions. For instance, the talented Earl was an accomplished artist, a lover of classical literature and music, an entertaining orator, and overall life of the party. He sketched and painted, wrote romantic poetry, and was known to stand atop a dinner table to recite some great Shakespearean soliloquy. He even sang and danced and played the piano. He had a true appreciation of all things rare and beautiful in life.

But what I found even more interesting was how deeply he cared for his sisters, and they for him. Some might say this affection was the result of Mrs. Van Dorn’s death when young Earl was only 9 years old, leaving his older sisters to act as surrogates. But this affection runs much deeper than typical sibling love and is quite prevalent in letters written throughout the Civil War. In their letters, the Van Dorn sisters shower their younger brother with all sorts of flattery and compliments. They even offer their undying support in situations in which Van Dorn is quite obviously in the wrong.

Years after his murder, his sister Emily wrote a book in his defense -- a book aptly titled, A Soldier’s Honor. She lined the pages with glowing praises and loving sketches of the general -- all from his comrades in arms. And after pouring over my research of the general, I came to the conclusion that here was a man I’d love to have a drink with. He was talented and refined, a lover of women, a loyal friend, and a brave soldier. He was more than just “the terror of ugly husbands and nervous papas.” Indeed. Never judge a book by its cover.



Murder room: A desk like the one Van Dorn sat at the day he was killed in Martin Cheairs' mansion. 

OK, why did Dr. George Peters really murder Van Dorn?


Smith: Wow, that’s a loaded question (no pun intended). I think the best way to answer that is to ask why the doctor was never charged with the murder. I mean, Dr. Peters confesses to the crime, offers up a voluntary statement in which he lines out the exact details of a calculated and well-planned murder, details the days leading up to the murder, and even provides information about his escape and subsequent capture behind enemy lines. Now, let me stress this one more time: Dr. Peters voluntarily confessed to the cold-blooded murder of a Confederate general during the height of the Civil War and was never charged with a crime. Scratching your head, aren’t you?

Well, it’s that statement alone that never set well with me either, and it’s that lack of punishment that convinced me there was more to the story – a much more serious reason for the murder. Regardless of Dr. Peters' claims that Van Dorn had “violated the sanctity of [his] home,” and regardless of Van Dorn’s woeful reputation at the time, the fact is Dr. Peters still committed murder, and murder was a crime that carried with it a very specific punishment – death. I mean, let’s be realistic here. We’re talking the 1860s. Not to mention Peters really ticked off Van Dorn’s men, especially the Texas Cavalry. Now who in their right mind would do that? And most importantly, who would do it and live? I can’t think of anyone. So, why did the doctor go unpunished? That’s when I began to dig and realized just how much was missing from the story. That’s when I began to take note each time I read the words “Clara,” and “the Doctor’s daughter.”

Shown late in life, Jessie Peters, third wife of  Dr. George Peters (right), had an affair with
Earl Van Dorn. But author Bridget Smith believes the doctor's real motivation for  murdering Van Dorn
was the general's seduction of Clara Peters (center), George's daughter by his second wife.

(Images courtesy Bridget Smith)
The first mention of the daughter occurs in a “Card” published by Van Dorn’s staff officers in which is stated, “General Van Dorn had never seen the daughter of his murderer but once… .” Let me add that the sentence finishes with, “…while his acquaintance with his wife was such to convince his staff officers … that there was no Improper Intimacy….” Note the structure of that statement: Clara, the daughter, is mentioned before Mrs. Peters, the wife – the wife, and purported reason for the murder. Then there’s perhaps my most prized piece of evidence: a letter written in July 1863, in which the writer (a close family friend of the Peters family) states, “that it was not on account of his wife but the seduction of his daughter Clara that Dr. Peters shot General Van Dorn.”

Now, top that with St. Louis convent records, and diaries and letters mentioning Clara’s unusual behavior (and unfortunate weight gain) written in the summer of 1864, and Voila! I give you part of the smoking gun. Another interesting fact involves Dr. Peters’ comments to his captors upon his capture in November 1863, in which he readily admits having caught Jessie in previous scandals – yet he had not killed those seducers. So the question remains, why did he decide to murder Van Dorn if Jessie was unfaithful on the daily? An even clearer picture of the motive emerges through a series of tragedies within the Peters family involving divorce, suicide, babies out of wedlock, nunneries, blank death certificates, falsified tombstones, and more! Whew. Might I suggest you read the book at this point?


The murder mansion in Spring Hill., Tenn., commonly known as Ferguson Hall today. 

Why do a movie on Earl Van Dorn?


Smith: Why would anyone not do a movie about General Van Dorn! I can’t think of another story more fitting of the phrase “the truth is stranger than fiction” than that of General Van Dorn and the Peters clan. Honestly, where can you find sex, murder, escape, lies, an illegitimate baby, a suicide, handsome Confederate generals, beautiful Southern belles, soldiers and battles -- all taking place in the antebellum South amid sprawling plantations and mansions. And where do you find a true story that was hidden away for over 150 years out of respect for a young girl who suffered her sins and became a nun for the rest of her life? Where Elephants Fought is that story – and more. My dream is to see this tragic tale played out on the big screen! Along with my co-writer/producer Britton Webb, we are working hard to make that happen. Our initial plan is to produce a short film that we will submit to several film festivals, and from there our hope is to get to work on the feature film. Big dreams – but a story like this only comes around once in a lifetime.


View from the second floor of Ferguson Hall, the murder mansion in Spring Hill, Tenn. This was
 Earl Van Dorn's headquarters in the spring of 1863.

If you could ask Earl Van Dorn one question, what would it be, and why?


Smith: Ok, you and I talked about this one, and I had several questions I wanted to ask, of course. But, I have to agree with you, if I could ask General Van Dorn just one question, it would definitely have to do with those last tense moments in his office. That’s the million dollar question! Since there were no witnesses and the only statement given was from the killer’s own mouth, I think so much of the mystery could be resolved just knowing that final conversation. Dr. Peters’ voluntary statement just seems so unrealistic, so out of character for both men involved, that it’s hard to imagine what really occurred. It’s hard to imagine a confrontation like Dr. Peters describes in this statement given May 23, 1863, at Union headquarters in Nashville:
“…I came upon the creature, about half-past two o’clock at night, where I expected to find him. He readily acknowledged my right to kill him, and I fully intended to do so, - gave him a few moments to make certain declarations, - in which he intended to exonerate my wife from dishonor and to inculpate himself completely, - and upon his agreeing to make certain acknowledgements over his own signature, I agreed to give his life to his wife and children…I then ordered him off, and we parted about three o’clock.”
Now who would ever believe that General Van Dorn would give in to such demands -- not to mention, that Dr. Peters would spare his life? Are we to believe that two hotheads in a very volatile situation are going to just shake on it and part ways? But don’t answer just yet. The situation gets even more unbelievable as Peters continues:

Human blood on the floor of the Van Dorn's murder room.
Is it Van Dorn's? (Read my Civil War Times column here.)
“…I called upon him and notified him that I was ready to receive that written acknowledgement, - when he attempted to evade it by springing a discussion as to its propriety. I unhesitatingly told him I would give him one half-hour, and further told him that he knew what the consequence would be in case of a refusal to comply. I then went up through the village to communicate to a friend these facts…I returned to Van Dorn’s headquarters, and found him engaged in writing. He stopped and read to me what he had written...I then denounced him for his bad faith...I answered…’if you don’t comply with my demands I will instantly blow your brains out.’ I immediately drew my pistol, aiming to shoot him in the forehead, when, by a convulsive movement of his head, he received the shot in the left side of his head just above the ear, killing him instantly.”

Yep, that last bit is true – the part about killing him instantly. But the rest leaves room for doubt. It hardly seems plausible that Dr. Peters let Van Dorn off the hook two times, but I digress. (Makes for some pretty good fiction, doesn’t it?) Nope, this was a well-planned statement much like the murder was a well-planned assassination. I do believe Peters just got lucky when he caught Van Dorn alone in his office, and even luckier when he got him to write a pass, and way lucky when he was able to sneak behind him and shoot him in the back of the head. But realistically speaking, this was just a well-orchestrated killing. After all, Dr. Peters did have an escape route prepared. Whatever the case, Dr. Peters beat Van Dorn in a simple game of wits – albeit, shooting him from behind was the work of a coward.

If only those walls could talk…


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