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INAGURAL ISSUE OF NEWSLETTER

We were finally able to gather steam and actually produce our first issue of our Camp Newsletter, which went out at the beginning of June. It contained a lot of good information about the activities of the Camp Members and helpers as well as what was going on within the community itself. We received some very nice kudos and fine job congratulations for our first issue of the newsletter from the following individuals: Richard W. Lee, Chief of Staff, SCV Florida Division; Sarah Marie Lee, President, Lola Sanchez OCR FS Chapter #21; Compatriots Graham F. Smith, Commander of Finleys Brigade Camp #1614; Scott Reeves and Al Cannon along with friends Kelly Crocker and Lunelle Seigel.

NO CAMP MEETING FOR JULY For the month of JULY, there will NOT be a camp meeting. The NEXT camp meeting will be on the 19th of August at 7:00 p.m. A NEW IMAGE FOR THE PEOPLE
The Camp, yes Our Camp is in the process of putting forth a NEW IMAGE for all the world to see. We have started a new webpage for Camp #1323 called Laws Brigade which is located at www.lawsbrigade.org along with a new email address of lawsbrigade.1323@gmail.com to make contact for official camp, website and newsletter business.

BATTLE OF FIRST MANASSAS

The first Battle of Manassas was fought on July 21, 1861, in Prince William County of Virginia, near the city of Manassas. It was the first major land battle of the Civil War. Just months after the start of the war at Fort Sumter, the Northern public clamored for a march against the Confederate capital of Richmond, Virginia, which the expected to bring an early end to the rebellion. Yielding to political pressure, Brigadier General Irvin McDowell led his unseasoned Union Army across Bull Run against the equally inexperienced Confederate Army of Brigadier General P. G. T. Beauregard which was camped near Manassas Junction. Page No. 1

MEMBERSHIP RENEWALS
August 1st begins the NEW YEAR for current membership with the SCV. Please remember that both Camp and State dues will be due ($20). National dues of $30 are also due and should be paid at the same time. All funds should be paid to either Adjutant Gerald Reeves or Commander Shannon Roth in a timely manner. Thanks for your cooperation in this matter.

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Volume 1 McDowells ambitious plan for a surprise flank attack on the Confederate left was poorly Executed by his officers and men; nevertheless, the Confederates, who had been planning to attack the Union left flank, found themselves at an initial disadvantage. Confederate reinforcements under Brigadier General Joseph E. Johnson arrived from the Shenandoah Valley by railroad and the course of the battle quickly changed. A brigade of Virginians under a relatively unknown Colonel from the Virginia Military Institute; Thomas J. Jackson, stood their ground and Jackson received his famous nickname, Stonewall Jackson.

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Ruins of the Stone Bridge over which Northern forces retreated until it was blown up by a Rebel shell adding to the panic of the retreat, with the Federals returning to Washington as a rain-soaked mob.

THE BATTLE OF THE OLUSTEE AND THE HIRAM PARISH FAMILY

As it is given to us to look back across this past century with its battle-scarred years, we view from afar many scenes, one of which is not pleasant to Americans the strife between brothers which we call the Civil War. But from this strife arose the inspiration for love of justice and the crushing of those evils which impede the upward march of humanity. The Confederates launched a strong counterattack, and as the Union troops began withdrawing under fire, many panicked and the retreat turned into a rout. McDowells men frantically ran without order in the direction of Washington, D.C. Both armies were sobered by the fierce fighting and many casualties, and realized the war was going to be much longer and bloodier than either had anticipated. The Union Army under General Irvin McDowell suffers a defeat a Bull Run 25 miles southwest of Washington. Confederate Gen. Thomas J. Jackson earns the nickname Stonewall, as his brigade resists Union attacks. Union troops fall back to Washington. President Lincoln realizes the war will be long. Its damned ban, he comments. July 2013 Looking back across those years we come to the Florida Campaign and that historic Battle of Olustee, where side by side with Florida troops were Georgia regiments. It is interesting to note that the Hero of Olustee as so honored in history was the illustrious Son of Georgia, Gen. Alfred H. Colquitt, who later became one of Georgias most distinguished governors. It has been said of this battle: For courage and heroic endurance, there can be found no prouder records in all the annals of the war. This statement, I am sure, could apply not only to the Southern Soldier and superb leadership, but those, who, left at home, Page No. 2

Volume 1 endured with courage and heroism the hardships and heartaches of war: The Women and Children of The Confederacy *Written by Martha Louise Parish-Goodwin, born 1858, died 1842. Previously published. It is one of these I write today, Elizabeth West of Charleston, who as a young woman moved to Florida. Soon thereafter she married and they made their home near Baldwin. It was here she spent the long years that followed happy years, war-torn years, heroic years and remembering years. It is her story as she lived it a century ago through the trying days of the war a story of life in one house by the side of the road, down which passed both friend and foe, both the Blue and the Gray. Her daughter, Martha, tells the story It was a plantation home near Baldwin. Mother tended her home, reared her children, boys and girls. Father was a timber merchant, also supplying ship masts. As he cleared his timberland he would stock it with herds of cattle. He owned no slaves as he did not believe it right to buy and sell human beings. He hired the help he needed from owners of slaves, from old Millie, who loved her Chillun to Jeb, the slave boy who never left us. As time went by, the war clouds began to gather, so pledging his allegiance to the South, Father enlisted at St. Johns Bluff, Florida Infantry. He was soon sent on to Virginia, taking part in the campaign in that area. He was wounded at the Battle of Gettysburg on July 3, 1863. At the time of the Battle of Olustee he was home on wounded furlough and being so badly crippled, he was never able to return to his company. It was with grateful hearts that he was spared, as we listened to his story of Gettysburg how that he was so badly wounded he was left on the battlefield among the dead and the long hours of suffering as he lay there; how in the distance he could see a figure moving among July 2013

Issue 2 the dead and dying, robbing them of whatever he could find; how as he came closer, he heard the moan and call for water from a dying soldier; how this thief without mercy struck this man on the head. Father told too, that knowing his turn would be soon, raised himself with what little strength he had and shot the man. In his weakened condition he lost consciousness, but in the early gray of the morning he was aware that someone was bending over him. Rousing himself, he saw his Messmate. He had missed him and had come in the dawn to the battlefield to look for him. This friend carefully lifted Father on his back and carried him back to camp where he with many others were packed into an army wagon and taken some place for treatment where he lay for many months. Somehow, Father always seemed to feel a certain satisfaction in that the thief of the battlefield was the only person during the war at whom he ever aimed deliberately and killed. Father was home now in his home by the side of the road, which at times would be held by the Gray and then again by the Blue. Somehow, Father was a friend to all. Many were the times Mother would welcome in to sit by Fathers couch, perhaps some Yankee soldier, who with warmth and friendliness would sit and talk with him. Many a southern soldier would brighten Fathers long day and perhaps share a meal at Fathers bedside. One of the Federal officers, being in the area one time, showed Christian compassion and concern on noting Fathers condition and had his own army physician attend to him. Often when the men received their allowance, a little package of hard to get treats coffee, sugar, or tobacco for his pipe would be set aside for Father. One of the friends whom Father was always glad to see was Lieutenant Little of the Confederate Ambulance Service. Father liked him. He was always a comforting visitor and we children were very fond of him. As the days went by, the strife came closer to home. Then Page No. 3

Volume 1 came the day when, caught between the lines, we could hear the bullets whistle about the house. Mother, as I remember now, showed great courage as she seemed to hover over us all, from Fathers couch to the children who sought refuge in corners away from doors and windows, ever fearful that a door would fly open and War himself would stalk in. After what seemed endless hours, quiet settled down on the countryside and we crept from our corners. Somehow Mother had received something she needed for that hour; hope, courage and strength for her task. Father, I felt, though far from Gettysburg, had fought another battle on that cold February day. But his part in the days conflict was not done, for at dusk the firing had ceased and we began to find a moment of relief. Then came a faint tapping this time at the door. Who could it be? What could it mean? We children were terrorstricken. Then Mother, with that strength that she needed for this hour, regained her composure, and with a backward glance at the pale, anxious face on the pillow, opened the door. There stood Fathers friend, Lieutenant Little, bloody it seemed from head to foot. One of his fingers had been shot away. Mother gathered what she could of healing and carefully bandaged his wound. This was not the time to rest by the couch; it was not a gift of coffee or tobacco as was his want he must be out and away. But as Father raised himself on his pillow and looked at his blood-soaked friend, he remembered something. Somewhere in that old cupboard was a box of six white linen hand-tucked shirts, packed away for more peaceful days should they ever be needed. But when would they be needed more than now, said Father, as Mother reached for the box of her treasured handwork. So, with bandaged hand and clean white linen shirt and a grateful heart, Lieutenant Little bade us goodbye. Taking Fathers hand in his good one, he held it and I feel that there must have been something there that made July 2013

Issue 2 these two wounded soldiers calm and brave as their eyes met for the last time. Somewhere down the road a shot rang out and we knew that our friend was gone. We always held in loving remembrance this man, who in times of stress, strife and peril brought comfort and cheer to those who lived in the house by the side of the road. Mother must have been a wonderfully courageous woman. About a half- mile away lived Mothers friend, Mrs. Picket, whose husband was away on business. When she learned of the approaching battle, she too, sought refuge elsewhere. Her home, a large white building, was known in the community as Whitehouse. Mother was concerned about her friend and decided to go over and see how she was. With many directions and promises for a speedy return, she made the trip to Whitehouse. Nearing the house, she noticed unusual activities about the house. Finding out too late that her friend had gone and that the house was being used as a hospital, she was pressed into service helping with the sick and wounded Federal soldiers even in one instance helped in the amputation of a limb. She worked all day until evening, when she pleaded to return to her young children. She was given safe escort home. Father sent for the officer stationed at Whitehouse, offering him what cattle he would need for the sick and wounded men. The officer accepted this gift gratefully only after insisting that some of the herd be penned and the family select the cattle to be used for his men an unusual gesture for war time. Our cattle brand was known on both sides and we were promised protection. During the entire conflict neither side gave us any trouble about our possessions only once I remember. Several soldiers had killed one of our cattle and having been discovered, were commanded to finish dressing the beef and return it to Mother. Being sorry for the soldiers, Mother protested and insisted that the men be allowed to keep some. But the officer refused to let them have a bite of it they had disobeyed orders. After the Battle of Olustee, Page No. 4

Volume 1 load after load was brought to this temporary hospital at Whitehouse. On one occasion, my brother Bobby, with several boys of the neighborhood, wandered off into the nearby woods. They were frightened by an approaching train and climbed a tree. They watched as the train came to a stop in a clearing where a large square hole was dug into which was placed thirteen Negroes and one white soldier. The Yankees were being driven back to Jacksonville; the retreating and pursuing armies again brought terror to our home. Again we would hear the bullets rattle on the roof. We caught the helpless look of anxiety on Fathers face; again Mother sought that courage and strength for the needs of the hour. When at last we could hear only an occasional shot in some distant wood could we find peace? After long hours the retreating and the pursuers were gone. But over in the wood lay a body. His horse had been shot and while seeking protection in the tall thicket, the soldier too had been killed. The body lay there all day. As evening came on there must have been a long look back at a field of Gettysburg as Mother with my two brothers, the Pickens boy a neighbor, and Jeb, the slave boy who never left us, went over into the wood. Mother had a lightwood torch while the boys carried spades. We gathered moss and bark to line the grave. Mother unrolled the blanket which was still on the saddle, but could not bring herself to wrap the soldier in that soiled RED blanket. She thought of the clean, white folded one at home, so back I ran across the road to bring a certain WHITE blanket she remembered. So we buried him by the lightwood torch and as long as Brother Bobby* and I lived there, we never failed to keep the grave bright with wild flowers. Whether Federal or Confederate, I cannot remember, but what did it matter, this soldier whose name we never knew, far away from home. There was no muffled drum, no bugle tap; neither Stars and Stripes nor Stars July 2013

Issue 2 and Bars to fly over the grave of this unknown soldier. But it is well to think that it was kept bright with wild flowers gathered by the hands of little children who lived by the side of the road. As we smothered the mound, I fancy there came to Mother the same heartfelt thoughts, later expressed at Gettysburg. Few will note nor long remember what is done here today but we feel he gave the last full measure of devotion that this nation, under God, shall have a rebirth of Freedom. Father did not survive long these war years. But I remember Mother. How tall she stood amidst the desolate wreckage of life that had once been happiness, peace and plenty; how she sought again the needed strength and fortitude for this, her strange new hour. THE END

HIRAM PARISH PARRISH

Corporal Hiram Parish Parrish Company I 8th Florida Infantry Regiment Confederate States of America Hiram Parish is the direct SCV Veteran and the 3rd great-grandfather of own Camp #1323 Commander, Shannon Roth. Page No. 5

Volume 1 Mr. Hiram Parish was born about 1819 in Lowndes County, Georgia. On Oct 1, 1840 he proudly took Ms. Sarah Elizabeth West to be his wife and settled in the small town of Madison, Florida, located just south of the GeorgiaFlorida state lines. At the age of 18 years, Hiram Parish joined in the fighting of the Seminole Indian wars by mustering into the unit of Captain William Casons Company, 1st Regiment Brigade of the Florida Mounted Militia. Private Parish remained in this unit as a scout from January until June 6, 1837.

Issue 2 as Lieutenant-Colonel and W.I. Turner as Major. The Captains of the individual companies were as follows: Burrel A Bobo, Co. A; R.A. Waller, Co. B; David Lang, Co. C; William Baya, Co. D; Thomas E Clarke, Co E; Felix Simmons, Co. F; J.C. Stewart, Co. G; James Tucker, Co. H; John M Pons, Co I and Frederick Worth, Co. K. Shortly after the organization of the 8th Regiment, it was ordered to Virginia where it joined the 2nd and 5th Regiments and fought in the Second Battle of Manassas (2nd Battle of Bull Run), August 30, 1862, whereas General Prior

Parrish was once again called up for service again in the Seminole Indian wars on December 31, 1855 at the age of 32, where Sergeant Parrish and his sorrel horse joined Captain Abner D Johnstons Company of Florida Mounted Volunteers at Phelps Ferry. Sergeant Parrish remained in the service until February 26, 1856. Leading up to the years of the Civil War, Mr. and Mrs. Parish issued six daughters and two sons as heirs. One more daughter came during the war and another son came after the war. At the age of 43 years, on Feb 28, 1862, Hiram Parish enlisted at St. Johns Bluff, Florida as a Corporal with the Confederate Army. The Florida 8th Infantry Regiment was mustered into Confederate service in May of 1862 with R. F. Floyd as Colonel, John M. Pons July 2013

reported: The 5th and 8th Florida Regiments, though never under fire before, exhibited the cool and collected courage of veterans. Crossing the Potomac near Leesburg, early in September, the Brigade, which consisted of the 2nd, 5th and 8th Florida, `12th Virginia and 14th Alabama, marched through Frederick City, over South Mountain into Pleasant Valley and participated in the investment and capture of the Federal forces at Harpers Ferry. They then hurried to the battlefield of Antietam at Sharpsburg on September 17, where they shared the service of R.H. Andersons division in that battle. In this engagement, Colonel Hateley and LieutenantColonel Lamar, of the 5th, were wounded; the former so severely that he retired from service. On the return of the army to Virginia, the 8th Regiment was brigaded with the other Page No. 6

Volume 1 Florida regiments under command of E.A. Perry, who had been promoted to BrigadierGeneral. The Brigade remained in R.H. Andersons division, in Longstreets Corps, until after the Battle of Chancellorsville, when it became a part of Ambrose P Hills Corps. At the Battle of Fredericksburg on December 11, 1862, the 8th Regiment, under command of Captain David Lang, went to the support of the two Mississippi Regiments under Barksdale, at the river where the Federals were endeavoring to lay their bridges. In General McClellans report he says: It (the 8th) acted gallantly and did good service. Toward noon, Captain Lang was severely wounded and Captain Thomas R Love, of Co. B took command and the position although very much exposed was maintained until they were ordered back at 4 pm. A detachment of three companies under Captain Baya were also engaged, and he and Lieutenant H.C. Simmons and 20 men were captured. The companies under Captain Lang lost 7 men killed and 24 men wounded. During the early part of the Battle of Chancellorsville campaign, Perry was on duty near Fredericksburg; May 2, 1863 the Brigade, after an exhausting march and skirmishing, rejoined the Division in time to march to the Furnace at daylight on May 3rd. They took part in the gallant fighting of May 3 and 4, and General Anderson in his report paid a special tribute to BrigadierGeneral Perry and his heroic little band of Floridians who showed a courage as intrepid as that of any others in their assault upon the enemy in his entrenchment on the third and in their subsequent advance on Chancellorsville. In General Perrys report he says: The conduct of both officers and men of my command through the tiresome marches and continued watching, as well as while engaging the enemy was such as to meet high praise. The firm and steadfast courage exhibited, especially by the 5th and 2nd Florida Regiments in charge at Chancellorsville, attracted my particular attention. The General especially noted the July 2013

Issue 2 services of Captain W.E. McCassland, H.F. Riley, Lieutenant D.B. Taylor, Lieutenant William Scott, Major T.C. Elder and Major D.W. Hankle, Staff Officers and Volunteer aides. The 8th lost 11 men killed and 35 men wounded. Among the latter were Captain B.F. Whitner, Lieutenants T.M. Nelson and T.S. Armestead. The 2nd lost 3 men killed, including Adjutant Woody F Butler and 29 men wounded; and the 5th lost 6 men killed and 22 men wounded, among the latter Major B.F. Davis. At the Battle of Gettysburg, July 1, 1863, the Brigade was commanded by David Lang, of the 8th Regiment, the heroic fighter of Fredericksburg, who had been promoted to Colonel (promoted September 18, 1862), because of General Perry being disabled by typhoid fever. General Lang in his report of the battle of Gettysburg said: Since the battle I have had no staff at all except David Wilson. The Adjutant of the 8th has been acting for me. There are now but 22 line officers and 233 enlisted men for duty in the Brigade. Our loss has been 455 men, aggregate killed, wounded and missing. I think that a large number of missing are men who have been captured unhurt, as there were a large number of men who were exhausted by the rapidity with which the first charge was made, who were unable to keep up on the retreat. It was during the battle of Gettysburg that Hiram Parish was wounded on July 3, 1863 and subsequently transferred from the 8th Regiment to the Richmond Hospital at Richmond, Virginia for medical treatment. Having received proper medical treatment at the hospital, Corporal Parish was then given furlough back to his home where he remained at his residence for the remainder of the Civil War. Hiram Parish remained with his family until his passing at his home in Duval County, Florida on December 10, 1866. His wife Sarah first filed for pension benefits against his time of service during the Black Hawk and Seminole Indian Wars on July 2, 1892 at the age of 70 years. Due to issues with records between Page No. 7

Volume 1 various government agencies she did not receive her pension approval until April 23, 1894 at the rate of $8.00 monthly. This amount was paid until Sarahs death on December 28th, 1905.

Issue 2 Next, put all ingredients into large slow cooker and stir to combine. Cover with lid. Cook on high for 5 to 6 hours, stirring occasionally. Remove lid for last hour to thicken. Dont stop cooking the apple butter too soon, as the darker it is, the richer the flavor! I like mine to be a rich, dark brown. The butter is done if it remains mounded in a spoon, or if a teaspoon of butter placed on a plate (wait at least a minute) does not have liquid rimmed around the edge. In the meantime, clean jars and lids. Ladle the hot apple butter into hot jars, either pint or half-pint, leaving 1/4-inch headspace. Wipe rims with clean, damp paper towel, put hot lids on that have been boiled, and tighten bands fully. Pressure can at 7 pounds of pressure for 8 minutes for pints and half-pints, or process in water-bath canner (using sterilized jars) for 20 minutes for pints and half-pints. Yields 8 cups. Note: Check the instructions with your pressure canner. Many experts say apple butter is high enough in acid that it doesnt require pressure canning; a water-bath process will suffice. But since no additional acid is added to this recipe, the pressure canner is a safer way to go. Source: http://www.grit.com/food/recipes/honeyapple-butter-recipezmcz12soztel.aspx#ixzz29xsfTqqc (Editors Comment: I personally have made this recipe and the water bath process works perfectly fine for canning the apple butter.)

Honey Apple Butter Recipe (Slow Cooker)

This Honey Apple Butter Recipe is easy to make and preserve; it's even easier to eat. 12 cups peeled, cored and sliced apples (I really like the McIntosh and Gala apples for apple butter because they have a bolder flavor. I do not recommend Red Delicious unless they are locally grown because the flavor is very bland and the texture can be mealy.) 1 1/2 cups water 4 cups white sugar 1 cup honey (locally raised, if possible) 1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon 3/4 teaspoon nutmeg In large pot (like a stockpot), cook apples in water until tender, stirring often to prevent sticking. This usually takes 10 to 15 minutes. Either run cooked apples (do not drain) through a blender, or use a hand mixer and blend apples while still in stockpot.

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Issue 2 Found on the body of a valiant Southern soldier, 1861-1865 Known but to God

Confederate Soldiers Prayer

Camp #1323 Officers

Commander: Shannon Roth Lt. Commander: Russell Pace Adjutant: Gerald Reeves Chaplain: William Thornhill Surgeon: Richard Witcher Quartermaster: (Apply to Commander) Sergeant-at-Arms: (Apply to Commander)

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve, I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey. I asked God for health, that I might do greater things, I was given infirmity, that I might do better things. I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men, I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life, I was given life, that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for but everything I had hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am among men, most richly blessed.

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