Cemetery Memorial - 1999 Union Family Reunion
given by Dr Ben Gregory




Dear Ancestor

Dear Ancestor,
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor, the place you filled
So many years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Wo would have love you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you.

Taps Story
Adrian October 26-November 2 - Loudon & Faquier, VA

It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harris's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.

During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or a Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medival attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. when the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldiers, but the soldier was dead.

The captain lit a lantern.
Suddenly, he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted.

The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.

The captain choose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of his dead son's uniform. This wish was granted.

The music was the haunting melody we now as "Taps" that is used at all military funerals.

In case you are interested, these are the words to TAPS:

Day is done, Gone the Sun, From the lakes, From the Hills, From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh.




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