Happy New Year!

1. 2023 was an exciting year for my family history journey. I spent a lot of days looking through records, visiting cemeteries, reading books, searching newspapers, and writing. I found some great things and can't wait to share them with you all! Here's to the new discoveries that will be made and the stories that will be shared in 2024!🥂

John Armstrong Beaman's Story of Survival

In March of 1863, my great-great-grandfather, a small-town farmer and blacksmith named John Armstrong Beaman, enlisted in the 34th Regiment to fight in the Civil War. His brother, Abraham Jackson Beaman, and local friends Armistead Hurley, James Hardister, Clay Morgan, and Joel Cranford, also joined. These men were a part of Company K, nicknamed the "Montgomery Boys". 

John in Civil War uniform
(from my own collection)

Two months later, the 34th Regiment fought in the Battle of Chancellorsville in Virginia with General Pender's brigade. On May 2nd, the 34th were at the head of the attack on Orange Plank Road. The next morning, they launched another attack. The attack forced the Union soldiers to retreat.(Taylor, 2004, p. 138). 

That day, the sound of gunfire rang out across the battlefield. The rapid firing of guns emitted such harsh shells that they exploded and set the woods on fire (Taylor, 2004, p. 138). The blazing fire spread, engulfing many wounded and fallen soldiers in its path. Burwell Thomas Cotton, Lieutenant of the 34th Regiment, described the scene as "the most horrible sight I ever saw," and Second Lieutenant Thomas Lattimore described it as "sickening." (Taylor, 2004, p. 139). 

In the middle of the intense battle that surrounded him, I believe John had a moment of realization. Death seemed to be lurking around every corner. Back home in North Carolina, his wife Malinda and three young daughters – Mary Sirona, Eliza Ellen, and Ruth Abigail were waiting or his return. Would he ever see them again? Would his daughters grow up without their father? The thought was unbearable. In that moment, survival became the only option. In quick-thinking action, John made a desperate decision- he ran from the battlefield.

His quick escape did not go unnoticed. Lieutenant Cotton recalled the moment in a letter, "While I was going back John Beamon run by me without hat, gun or anything in the way of accoutrements. I tryed to stop him and got him to stay with me but he said he was afraid of getting killed." (Taylor, 2004, p. 145).  

Old Capitol Prison, between 1861-1865
(Courtesy of Library Congress)

Despite the intense fighting on May 3rd, a number of Union soldiers were left behind in the rear (Taylor, 2004, p. 143). These soldiers, who were stragglers, ended up capturing John and others of the 34th. They forwarded them to Old Capitol Prison in Washington, DC. The prison was infamous for its terrible conditions.

After signing the Oath of Allegiance, John was released from Old Capitol Prison and sent to Petersburg, Virginia, on May 10. He deserted from Petersburg with Joel Cranford, eventually making the trek back to Troy Township. 

John A. Beaman's tale of survival is a reminder of the power of an event and perseverance. An event can be so powerful it can have a different outcome and change the course of history forever. 

Michael W. Taylor's book The Cry is War, War, War was extremely helpful for my research. Reading about John and Abraham Jackson in Lieutenant Cotton's letters from 1863 was so interesting. I learned more about what happened to John to construct this story. The book brings the history of the 34th Regiment to life and has lots of vivid details you can visualize. 

References:

Taylor, M. W. (2004). The Letters of Burwell Thomas Cotton . In The Cry is War, War, War (pp. 138-139, 143, 145). Morningside.

Exterior view of the Old Capitol prison, Washington, D.C. Washington D.C. United States, None. [Place not identified: publisher not identified, between 1861 and 1865] [Photograph] Retrieved from the Library of Congress, https://www.loc.gov/item/2022630588/.

The Album That Started It All

    

Aunt Ephriam (Bea) in the early 1910s

Three years ago, I was cleaning out a cabinet in my grandparent's house when I stumbled upon something I had never seen before. It was a black photo album that belonged to my great-grandaunt, Ephriam Beaman. In my family, we always called her Aunt Bea. It was old, with a leather cover and strings holding the paper pages together.  

As I delicately opened it, I found a collection of black and white and sepia-toned photos pasted on the pages. Some were missing, some had rips, and some were starting to fade. 

   

The Album.

Who were these people? 

What stories did they have to tell? 

What were their daily lives like? 

   

Those questions flooded my mind, and from that moment, my fascination with family history began. I was curious and determined to learn more about my family and the faces in the photographs. I decided to join Ancestry and spent the summer taking the first steps into creating my family tree. 

Flash forward three years later, and I am even more passionate about family history. I'm still adding ancestors to the tree, uncovering new hints, reading books, and searching through documents and newspapers. Each discovery feels like a puzzle piece clicking into place, and there are so many things I have yet to discover. 

 I created this blog to look into the past and the lives of those who came before us in the 1800s and 1900s. My mission is to share their stories and photographs, so they will never be forgotten. If their stories are not shared, if their names are not spoken, it would be like they never existed. Future generations will never know about them. 

Thanks to that old photo album, I found a new hobby that I enjoy, and I couldn't be happier.