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Post Civil War Carpetbagger Story

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#1 · (Edited)
Abwehr's post about civil war occupation sent me down memory lane for this which is verbatim from family records --

By Robert H. McCrory
Born Jan 13, 1924
Ardmore, OK

Written in 1975
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This is the first time to my knowledge that some of this material has
been written down. Some of it is documented and references are given
where available. The family tales are thought to be reasonably
accurate, considering their being transmitted verbally through as many
as four generations.

Those born before World War II will probably recall that children
spent a fair amount of time listening to the old folks "recollect".
Old folks also made a point of entertaining their grandchildren by
telling stories of when they were young or passing on the tales told
them by their grandparents. Today both the kids and the senior
citizens are glued to their television sets and the traditional family
legend has largely passed from the American scene.

I have heard these stories many times in my lifetime with only minor
variation as told again and again. Before this writing my father,
Arthur K. McCrory at age 77 told them to me again. In this writing I
have edited only for continuity without changing the content.

With all, it is possible that human fallibility has introduced
inaccuracy. Therefore this is written and offered only as a record of
what I have heard, except where documented. Accordingly, others may
have access to better or more complete family records than I have, in
which case I would be most interested in further information or
different versions of any of this material.

Further, some of the material concerning emotion and violence is
recorded form a very partisan point of view. It is probably that
another side exists, or did exist at one time, to those stories - also
partisan from its different viewpoint.


NOTE: Paragraphs here concerning American Revolution are omitted to stay
with post Civil War story content.


James Byrd McCrory, 1853-1939, my grandfather, was tried twice for
murder in the early 1870's in Greenwood Miss. and Jackson Miss. The
first trial resulted in a hung jury and the second was dismissed for
lack of evidence.

After the Civil War, Carpetbaggers and northern sympathizers
persecuted white landowners. Leaders among them were asassinated in
an effort to prevent organized resistance. Secret clubs were
organized to deal with the situation. J.B. McCrory, belonged to a
group called "The Radicals", also known as the "Mountain Club".

The leader of the Carpetbag faction was one Judge Chisholm, whom the
opposition undertook to liquidate. They arrived at his home just
after the arrival of a Federal Marshal, due to the plan having
leaked. The Marshal tried to deputize J.B. McCrory for this mission,
but he refused, whereupon the Marshal disarmed and arrested him. He
jumped out of a window and warned the others. This Marshal deputized
a few men, gathered the family around the Judge for his protection
and succeeded in conveying him to jail in Dekalb, Miss.. During the
trip to Dekalb jail a sniping attempt struck Chisholm's daughter in
the wrist and she subsequently died of gangrene. The wound itself
was insignificant, thought to have been inflicted by a bracelet
rather than directly by the bullet.

Some days later the Mountain Club stormed the jail and killed the
Judge, his 14-year old son and a sympathizer. The Judge was on the
second floor, down a hall which turned off the top of the stairs.
Judge Chisholm was well armed and wore a metal breast plate under his
shirt. His son and daughter were loading guns and doing some firing.

Several of the attackers were killed. J.B. McCrory was the first to
mount the stairs who did not get shot. His predecessor, a doctor,
was shot dead in his tracks. My grandfather said he saw the Judge
take repeated charges of buckshot in the chest and still return fire.
He ultimately went down, but lived several days. Chisholm's young
son was also killed, my grandfather thought as a by-product rather
than on purpose. He said the boy was firing a small pistol and hit
one of the attackers in the jaw. My grandfather saw him spit out the
bullet and a tooth at the same time.

The sympathizer killed was a Scot, a British subject. He was sitting
in a window after the event and took a notebook out, stating he was
writing down the names of those involved. My grandfather said he
would always remember seeing him take a charge of buckshot in the
head and fall backward out the window.

Twenty-six were tried for murder of the Scot. 25 whites and one
black, with result as stated. No charges were brought concerning the
Chisholm killings.

POST SCRIPT - I never knew the site of the Chisholm fracas but I read
in a book of Alabama history pre-1900 an 1870s account I believe was
of this event altho no names were mentioned & regret not keeping the
book. Further regrets not investigating old federal court proceedings.
RHM
 
#3 ·
I too have heard similar tales of the Civil War and the reconstruction period (Southern Missouri and Northern Arkansas) from my paternal grand mother and some great aunts. I was a kid and this was in the early 1950s. Sadly, I was too young to write the information down and had no idea how valuable it was.
 
#4 · (Edited)
Mine lost their slaves and the banks foreclosed on the tobacco plantation. The banks being carpetbagger owned or not they couldnt pay the notes without the slave labor so they packed up and moved to California. Swimming Pools, Movie Stars. Just took 50 years to get there and they took part in all that good old west stuff along the way. My Great, Great Grandmother was born in Dodge City in 1880 . Grandfather in Montana up until his dad died in the 1919 influenza outbreak then it was out on washboards to the coast.

Its easy to blame the banks when you can't pay them. Funny how little things change.
 
#5 ·
Two of my great grandfathers fought in the Civil War. One for the north, and one for the south. I do not know whether they shot at one another, nor were they even acquainted.

I will try to keep this brief because it predates the post-Civil War period which is the subject of this thread, but bear with me as the end of my story links to the post-war period.

My great grandfather, John Prentiss Walker, enlisted in 1861, when the war broke out, in Company K, 31st Regiment, of the Tennessee Volunteers. I have his diary that he kept throughout the war, and it is fascinating reading. He left home in Tennessee and fought in many of the famous battles of the War until he was wounded and captured by the Yankees during the Battle of Nashville in 1864. From there he spent the last six months of the War in a Yankee prison camp, in the dead of winter, barefoot and in a hogpen, nearly freezing to death. He was released during the prisoner exchanges following the end of the war in April 1865. He was 25 years old.

The Yanks put him on a train to Virginia, and from there he made his way back home to Tennessee only to find that the homestead had been burned to the ground by the Yankees and the family scattered and gone, never to be seen again.

And so he bought himself a horse and rode west to Missouri, stopping in Lamonte, Missouri, where he met the woman who became the love of his life, Molly Honey. They married, and because of all of the bloody atrocities he witnessed during his four years in the War, and the men who died because of lack of any sort of medical care, he wanted to become a doctor. He was accepted into medical school in St. Louis and upon graduation as an MD he returned to the tiny town of Lamonte, east of Kansas City, where he became the town's only doctor until his death in 1915 at age 75.

During his 45 years of practice as the only doctor in this little Missouri hamlet, he often accepted as full payment for his services, eggs, chickens, hams, carpentry work on his home, and anything his patients were willing to offer for his services. For those who couldn't pay he took nothing. Moreover, whatever records he had kept he burned before his death so that no one could go after debts owed his estate.

And so that War that was a national disgrace upon all of us, north and south alike, produced, in the case of my great grandfather, some human kindness and good. I'm sure there are many other stories as well, of those whose lives after the War were thrust in a far different direction than they may have otherwise been, had it not been for the War.

Sometimes to gain perspective in the trying times in which we live today, and to remind myself that my life isn't so bad during dark times compared to those who have experienced the worst of suffering that can befall humankind, I have only to reread Grandpa's diary of the Civil War.
 
#6 ·
rhmc24 had a great story about the Carpetbaggers! They were allowed by the Union Occupation Forces and encouraged to do as much destruction to the people of the South, but they still fought on until the forces left. Then they began to rebuild!


In my previous post about Sgt. Manse Jolly, I have more information. In 1867 or 1868, things were getting very difficult for him and his men as there was a bounty out for him. He decided it was time to leave the area, so he was going to Texas until things cooled down. On his way out of Anderson, SC, he went South on North Main St. headed to the center of town. he was riding hois horse named Dixie, and had two revolvers, one in each hand. As he was almost at the center of town, there were two Union Officers sitting on a balcony of the Hotel enjoying an early morning cup of coffee and soem cigars. As manse passed them, on his right, he began fireing both revolvers at the officers. a couple were hit, but don;t know if any were killed. He had some fire returned by the troops staioned in the Town Square. Manse turned Dixie to the left and went East, down Bleckly St......directly to the main Union Encampment avout 1/2 mile away (currently McCants Middle School is located on these grounds). as he went thru the middle of the camp, he was firing his revolvers. I felt he had to have at least 4 revolvers with him, but a guess only. He kept going until he got to Texas. I don't remember the town, but bought some property and married a local lady. Several years later, he was moving the family to another place and on the last trip across a rain swollen river, Dixie tripped and fell and both were drowned. Hi wife and child remained in the area for the rest of thier lives.


Manse had 3 brothers that were killed during the war. He returned home to his Mother only. thier home still stand today, on Manse Jolly Road just off the Liberty Highway in Anderson Couty, SC!
 
#7 ·
Abwehr,
if you are interested you may have some family history in the Austin, Texas area. There is a area north of town on the Travis/ Williamson county line called Jollyville. There may be some connection there.
Best of luck My family has been in Texas since 1832, came in from Tennessee with Steven Austin.
Mike Faires
 
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#10 ·
My gggrandfather died in 1870, so he didn't experience much of the Reconstruction period. Before his death, he wrote a two-volume autobiography (over 900 pages), detailing his life, including the War years. While his three sons were away in the Confederate service, he was left with two daughters to care for. He gives very detailed accounts of his experiences, and the depredations of the Yankee troops, even mentioning which units were the worse offenders. (I won't name them here, for obvious reasons). The Civil War era is only a part of the fascinating account of his life, from 1789 to 1870. His hand-written autobiography remained in our family for 135 years, until we donated it to the Mississippi Department of Archives and History.

I also have a ggrandfather that was a Union officer - 1st Lt. in the 4th Illinois Cavalry. I have some interesting accounts he wrote of his experiences, and their unsuccessful attempts to capture Gen. N. B. Forrest in West TN and North MS.