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150 Years Ago Tomorrow Morning
Sep. 17th, 2012 04:26 pm10-year-old Clarence Derr awoke to discover something unusual in the house; something he would never forget. I have the andirons to prove it.
You've met my great-grandpa Clarence before in this blog, as a grown man with a hobby. But now it's time to meet him as a boy born in 1851, living with his family in Frederick, MD, when the war broke out. I am guessing about their motives, but I think his parents must have decided Frederick (Barbara Fritchie, shoot if you must this old gray head and all that) was not a safe place to wait it out. So they packed up the kids and moved to a relative's farm out in the boondocks.
Funkstown, MD.
Where Nothing Ever Happens.
( I think you know where this is going... )
You've met my great-grandpa Clarence before in this blog, as a grown man with a hobby. But now it's time to meet him as a boy born in 1851, living with his family in Frederick, MD, when the war broke out. I am guessing about their motives, but I think his parents must have decided Frederick (Barbara Fritchie, shoot if you must this old gray head and all that) was not a safe place to wait it out. So they packed up the kids and moved to a relative's farm out in the boondocks.
Funkstown, MD.
Where Nothing Ever Happens.
( I think you know where this is going... )
