Serving up a tray of battlefield relics at Thompson's Station

Would you like a tray of relics with your coffee? Aaron Sanders of Homestead Manor
shows artifacts from the Battle of Thompson's Station. (CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE.)

A close-up of the cannon ball and battlefield artifacts.

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During a recent visit to Homestead Manor, Aaron Sanders — who manages operations on the property for Hope Unlimited — showed me a tray of battlefield relics. The early 19th-century HM residence turned church/coffee shop/community center stands in Thompson's Station (Tenn.) astride the Columbia Turnpike—that's State Route 31 for those of you who live in the 21st century.

The star of Sanders' relic show was a solid shot — I think it's a 12-pounder, but I am no ordnance expert and never was good at those “Guess My Weight” games at carnivals. The cannon ball, which crashed through the house during the battle, was used for decades as a doorstop by mansion owners. The wartime owner was a Confederate officer named Thomas Banks (no relation).   

The 159th anniversary of battle is March 5.

Homestead Manor served as a hospital at Battle of Thompson's Station.

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Oh my, those great pies at Katiepie's in Columbia, Tennessee

Katiepie's blueberry pie. Yum.

Pal Campbell Ridley enjoyed a slice
of coconut pie at Katiepie's.

On my Civil War travels, I have eaten at some fine places — Dan’s Taphouse in Boonsboro, Md.; Bonnie’s at The Red Byrd in Keedysville, Md.; Slick Pig Barbecue in Murfreesboro, Tenn,; Hagy’s Catfish Hotel in Shiloh, Tenn., and some barbecue place near Cold Harbor, Va., that I didn’t write down in a notebook. But few match the food at Katiepie’s Country Kitchen in Columbia, Tenn. It’s where the locals eat. ALWAYS eat where the locals do.

During a recent breakfast at Katiepie’s with my friend Campbell Ridley, I watched him eat a slice of coconut pie to die for. He also got a large hunk of a blueberry pie to go. Oh, my. (Ridley, a farmer, is a descendant of Confederate General Gideon Pillow. Read about him in my Civil War Times column.)

I once walked into Katiepie’s for breakfast at 1:53 p.m. — it closes at 2. Still got served, and fast. Banks Civil War blog rating: ★ ★★★ ★

Did this man save Abraham Lincoln from drowning?

In 1897, the Louisville Courier-Journal propped up a frail Austin Gollaher
in his bed for this photo. (Newspapers.com)

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Well into his old age, Austin Gollaher delighted telling about how he saved his boyhood friend Abraham Lincoln from drowning in a rain-swollen creek near Hodgenville, Ky. A version of the story went like this:

In 1816, Gollaher, then 9 or 10, and 7-year-old Abraham went to Knob Creek to scare up some possum. (Or was it pigeons?) Lincoln's family lived on a farm along the creek. Gollaher lived nearby. The only way to cross the creek when the water was running high was by straddling a log. About halfway over, Lincoln—who didn't know how to swim then—slipped and fell in. Gollaher couldn't swim either, so he grabbed a sycamore branch and shoved it into the water. Lincoln grabbed it, and his friend hauled him to safety. Roughly 20 minutes later, Abraham had finally recovered from his near-death experience. 

Lincoln apparently never mentioned the event during his presidency. In an 1889 Lincoln biography by William Herndon, the president's former law partner, the drowning story earned two sentences. Respected 21st-century Lincoln scholar Michael Burlingame also briefly mentioned the story in his Lincoln biography. His sources were two Gollaher interviews. Based solely on Gollaher's account, the drowning story appeared in many late-19th century newspapers throughout the United States.  

But there's no doubt Lincoln and Gollaher were close at one time. "I would rather see Gollaher than than any man living," Lincoln said while in the White House.  

So, does this story, ahem, hold water?

Knob Creek, where Lincoln played as a youth--and may have nearly drowned.

An illustration of the rescue at Knob Creek published in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat on Feb. 7, 1954.

To learn more about Lincoln's childhood playmate, I dived into the swimming rabbit hole of newspapers.com. One story—a lengthy feature published in the the Louisville Courier-Journal on Sept. 26, 1897—captured my attention. By then, the once-heavyset, tobacco-chewing Gollaher—"Uncle Austin" to those who knew him well—apparently was on his deathbed. A devout Christian, Gollaher suffered from rheumatism, among other ailments.  

An image of
Austin Gollaher
published in the 
St. Louis Globe-Democrat 
on Feb. 7, 1954.

"Austin Gollaher, aged almost ninety-two years, sire of four living generations, patriarch of a county and the only known surviving playmate of Abraham Lincoln's boyhood days is slowly but nonetheless surely drawing toward the end of his earthly career," read the opening paragraph.

I don't think my 20th-century journalism professors would approve of that lede.

In a weak, halting voice, Uncle Austin talked about attending school with his friend, protecting him against bullies, and about the near-drowning—Abraham "spit up about two quart [of water]" after his rescue, Uncle Austin said. Gollaher "brightened up" when asked about Lincoln and his sister, Sarah, a "purty gal" who also went by "Sally." "We were sweethearts then," he told the reporter. 

The Courier-Journal even propped up the frail Gollaher for a photograph in his bed at the spartan, backwoods house where he lived with his son. Reported the newspaper:

"As the artist's camera was placed and brought into range with the old man his talk drifted back to the war at the sight of what he took to be a gun. The sudden explosion of the flash-light powder caused him a geniune shock. However, be it said to his credit as a warrior, he was not alarmed beyond the first surprise. He merely gave one tremendous lurch: then, shading his eyes with his hand and peering sharply at the instrument through the ascending smoke, in a cool, yet anxious voice, he asked: 'Did you hit anybody that time?' and receiving in reply the assurance that it was only target practice."

Courier-Journal be damned, Gollaher hung on until Feb. 21, 1898. He left seven children, dozens of grandchildren, and a story that, if true, changed history. 

After a visit to the Lincolns' Knob Creek Farm, I paid respects at Gollaher's grave at Pleasant Grove Baptist Cemetery, near Hodgenville. Atop his marker I left a penny, Lincoln side up of course.

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SOURCE

Burlingame, Michael. Abraham Lincoln: A Life, Volume One, Baltimore: John Hopkins University Press, 2008.

'Life of an ox': Where Abraham Lincoln lived ages 2 through 7

Knob Creek Farm, near Hodgenville, Ky.

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Steep, heavily wooded hills — “knobs” —  rise on each side of the Knob Creek farm where Abe Lincoln lived from ages 2 to 7. On a frosty, deep-blue sky morning, I visited the secluded site for a story for The History Channel. What a beautiful spot. But life was difficult here near Hodgenville, Ky., for the Lincolns, as it was for all frontier families.

Gravestone of Abe Lincoln's brother,
Thomas, who died in infancy.
The marker is in the visitors' center
at Lincoln's birthplace in Hodgenville, Ky.

“Life on the frontier was little better than the life of an ox,” Lincoln historian Michael Burlingame told me. But the Lincolns, he says, were especially poor.

The family — Abraham, father Thomas, mother Nancy and sister Sarah — lived in a one-room cabin with a dirt floor, On the farm's wide fields, Lincoln’s father planted corn and pumpkins.

In front of the Lincolns’ door, on the road from Louisville to Nashville, the world passed: pioneers with heavily laden wagons, peddlers, slaves, local politicians, missionaries and soldiers returning from the War of 1812.

In rain-swollen Knob Creek in 1816, a Lincoln playmate may have saved Abraham from drowning. That story bears more scrutiny. In 1812, Lincoln’s infant brother Thomas died on the farm. 

Roughly two miles down the road from Knob Creek farm, Lincoln sporadically attended with Sarah an ABC school—a so-called “blab” school in which the students repeated oral lessons from a teacher. 

In the winter of 1816, the family left Knob Creek for a settlement in southern Indiana. 

A replica of the cabin the Lincolns lived in at Knob Creek.

Knob Creek, where Lincoln may have nearly drowned.

Avoid snakes near Knob Creek!

A "knob" looms near Lincoln farm site.

The Lincolns planted corn and pumpkins here in the rich soil.

Roughly two miles from the farm, Lincoln and his sister attended a school at this site.

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