Elizabeth Masser Thorn of Gettysburg

JPK Huson 1863

Brev. Brig. Gen'l
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Here's a few things about our Elizabeth Thorn, perenially pregnant, never quite finished burying the dead soldiers at her feet, that I did not know. a. She was a German immigrant, as was her husband. b. She was interim caretaker of the cemetery, no pay except residence in the tiny home. She lived in one half, her parents the other. c. She'd been ordered by the Cemetery adminstrator, her male boss, to go tidy up the plce, bury all the dead soldiers littering up his nice cemetery. 6 months pregnant, lost everything, husband away, 90 degree typical South PA heat, this guy tells her to bury over 100 men. Nice. d. The burials isn't what she reminded Otis Howard of, as a possible way to gain a few cents in later years, she wanted him to be reminded of the signal service she'd performed in familiarizing he and his staff with the battlefield, then feeding all of them later. Elizabeth was almost destitute in later life and a lot folks were looking for a way to make the war pay.

Ever dig ONE, little hole in baked earth? With a shovel? This woman was more than amazing. Her job apparently averaged 5 to 6 burials a week. That still seemed like an awful lot to me, for this little immigrant woman, bet they made her do it in the winter, too. Her father helped for a time but the smells rendered the poor guy incapable. I guess! 6 months pregnant, Elizabeth kept at it. The baby she was carrying, born Rose Meade, was a sickly child and died at 14. Elizabeth was convinced ( as well she might be ) her exertions in those awful days contributed to her daughter's ill health.

In Elizabeths' frank, open account, her words.


In July, 1863 Elizabeth was caretaker at Evergreen Cemetery, the job she held with her husband Peter, serving with the 138th Pennsylvania, in Virginia during Gettysburg . She had her parents, Catherine and John Masser age 63, and three sons; Fred , 7, George 5, and John , 2, living with her in the cemetery gatehouse. Elizabeth was six months pregnant. This is her account of The Battle of Gettysburg.

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"The battle was on Wednesday, the 1st of July, and it was on the Friday before (June 26) that I first saw the rebels. As the rebels came to Gettysburg, we were all scared and wished for them to go.
Six of them came up the Baltimore Pike. Before they came into the Cemetery they fired off their revolvers to scare the people. They chased the people out and the men ran and jumped over fences...I was a piece away from the house...When they rode into the Cemetery I was scared, as I was afraid they had fired after my mother. I fainted from fright, but finally reached the house...They said we should not be afraid of them, they were not going to hurt us like the yankeys did their ladies.

They rode around the house on the pavement to the window, and asked for bread and butter and buttermilk...My mother went and got them all she had for them and just then a rebel rode up the pike and had another horse beside his. The ones who were eating said to him: "Oh, you have another one." and the one who came up the pike said: "yes, the -- -- shot at me, but he did not hit me, and I shot at him and blowed him down like nothing, and here I got his horse and he lays down the pike." (The man whom the rebel had killed was Sandoe, who had composed a company in Gettysburg.)

He turned around to me (and) asked me: Is that a good horse over there?" It was our neighbor's horse, and I said "No, it ain't. It is a healthy enough horse, but he is very slow in his motions." Well, it would not suit. I knew if the horse was gone the people could not do anything, so I helped them.

Soon they sent to different places where they destroyed the telegraph and the railroads. Evening came on and they had destroyed a good many of the cars, and burned the bridge and seven cars on it. This was the Rock Creek Bridge. We could see the cars drop down from Cemetery Hill. Next morning we heard that there was a small battle at York. Everywhere they destroyed all they could.

We were trying to feed them all we could. I had baked in the morning and had the bread in the oven. They were hungry and smelled the bread. I took a butcher knife and stood before the oven and cut this hot bread for them as fast as I could. When I had six loaves cut up I said I would have to keep one loaf for my family, but as they still begged for more I cut up every loaf for them.

We had all the glasses and tins and cups and tubs and every- thing outside filled with water. All the time our little boys were pumping and carrying water to fill the tubs. They handed water to the soldiers and worked and helped this way until their poor little hands were blistered, and their bread I had given away on Friday.

Nobody felt like work any more, and on Wednesday morning they came with big forces, and the battle begun above Gettys- burg, near the Springs Hotel in the morning early on Wednesday. (On July 1) As I went upstairs so often I saw them come in on the ridge near McMillan's house, near where the Springs Hotel now is they came and got more help. While they were fighting on the ridge the Union soldiers came from all directions.

When our men lost and the rebels had driven them more this way, they put their cannons on Cemetery Hill and throw some shells over toward Coon Town. And as they fired towards the direction of the Poor House they were firing at our own men, but they did not know it, and I heard them say this amongst themselves, that they did not know it. So at last they came to the Cemetery House and wanted a man to go along out with them (a young boy was there about thirteen years, and I thought he was too young, and my father was too old) I offered myself to go along. He refused at first, but I thought there was danger all around, and said I wasn't afraid so he said "Come on."

We walked through flax, and then through a piece of oats, and then we stood in a wheat field. They all held against me coming through the field, but as he said I was all right, and it did not matter, why they gave three cheers and the band played a little piece, and then I walked a little past a tree to where I could see the two roads. I showed him the Harrisburg Road, the York Pike, and the Hunterstown Road. It was with one of General Howard's men that I went. Then he took me back home. He said, "They will commence very heavy firing now, walk on the other side of my horse." And so as soon as I jumped on our porch he went back again.

I wanted to go upstairs once more to see if our men gained, but when I came on the stairway a shell had cut in the window frame, then jumped a little, then went through the ceiling, so I would not go up any more... Soon one of General Howard's men came and ordered me to have supper for Gen. Howard. I complained I had no bread, for I had given it all away in the morning. But I said I could make cakes, and he said they were good enough for war times.

They did not come for so long, it was near twelve o'clock. It was Gen. Howard, Gen. Sickles, and Gen. Slocum. The house was so full of soldiers that the boys had to lay on the floor in the kitchen, on feather beds. And as they saw the children lying there, they said it was very sad. After they had had some supper and I found they were going to leave I asked them if they thought I should leave the house in the night. Gen. Howard rubbed his forehead and said: "Leave the house? Leave the house?" Then he looked towards the others and said: "Comrades, I say stay." Then he said we should take our best things and pack them up and in two hours he would send two men to carry them to the cellar. Then he smiled and said: "I guess you call all best." But I said: "Some I call better than others." He said they would begin hard fighting about day-break, near four o'clock, and then we should go to the cellar.

About two hours after they left the men came and took the things to the cellar. Gen. Howard said: "When I give you orders to leave the house, don't study about it, but go right away." About four o'clock we went to the cellar. There were seventeen of us (other civilians)...We were in the cellar about two or three hours. The noise of the cannonading was terrible. At last the door flew open and someone said: "This family is commanded by Gen. Howard to leave this house and get as far in ten minutes as possible. Take nothing up but the children and go." They said we should keep (to) the pike, where the soldiers could see us, and that would save us. When we were a little way down the pike a shell bursted back of us, and none of us were killed, but we commenced to walk faster. We went down the pike one and one half miles when we began to feel weak and sick, we were so hungry, for we had eaten nothing that day before we were so scared when the battle commenced. So we went into a farm house to buy bread...but the bread was doughey and we could not eat it. Later we stopped at a farm house, -Musser's. We did not feel like going farther as it was full of soldiers and army wagons and provision wagons.

Near midnight (July 2), when everything was quiet, my father and I undertook to walk home to the Cemetery house. As we left the (Musser) house we had to pass through a room where the Union soldiers were sleeping, lying in two rows, with only one candle to light the whole room. About the middle of one row a man raised himself on his elbow and motioned me to come to him, my father signaled I should go to him, and he took a picture out of his pocket and on it was three little boys, and he said they were his, and they were just little boys like mine, and would I please let him have my little boys sleep near him, and could he have the little one close to him, and the others near him? And so, he took them and had them lying by him.

When we got on the pike we had an awful lot of trouble to get up, because the guard was not going to let us through. But as they listened to what I had to say-- that we wanted to look after our things in the cemetery house--they let us pass. We had fat hogs and we wanted to look after them. When we got to the stable we could hear the wounded men holler and go on, laying around the house,--in the cellar too, and there is where we had carried our good things, that Gen. Howard had told us to leave there. We could not get near the house for wounded and dead. They had been brought there from the first day's fight.

My father went to the pig pen and said: "The pigs are gone." My father got a man to take us into the cellar where six wounded men were, and they had our bed clothes all around. We went to the cellar thinking we could get a pillow and quilt, but all I could find was my mother's shawl and no pillow. The poor wounded men were crying and goin on so that we did not want anything then. They called their wives and children to come and wet their tongues. Then we went down the pike again. We had no trouble with the guards going back. And when we came again to the farmhouse we picked up our little boys out of the soldier's arms, and got ourselves ready, and about three o'clock in the morning we started on another journey, and went down the pike to the White church, and then it was daylight, and we stopped a little bit there and saw some of our neighbors; then we went into a big farmhouse. We wanted water but there was none to be got, the pumps were all broken, and we were tired and hungry again, and still had nothing to eat.

They had there a big wagon shed where they brought the wounded and took off their limbs, and threw them into the corn crib, and when they had a two horse load they hauled them away. Another lady and myself went upstairs in the house to where our officers were. We rapped at the balcony door and an officer came out and asked us what we wished. I told him I lived in the Cemetery House and we were driven away from home and had nothing to eat or drink, and we thought we would lay in complaint.

He laughed and said: "You want to live on the army then?" Then he asked me if I knew Jenny Wade. I told him I did, and he said she was killed, and he asked me if I knew Maria Bennet, and he said she was killed (but that was not true). Then he wrote an order on the----to go to the provision wagon a mile away. We went over and we got our aprons full of coffee, sugar, and hard-tack. (I have some of that coffee and sugar yet.) When we got back we hunted for milk in the cellar and we found two crocks full. I opened a crock. The woman with me could not see, so she got her hand in the soft soap. We took one crock of milk up to our sick people and we hid the other one. But they wanted it soon, and when we came in the cellar again somebody else had found it and we had none. But we found the woman's yeast and we bought flour and we baked bread that night. The woman had gone away and had taken the family to Littletown. (Hen. Beitler lived there.) Then he came home and asked us what we were going to do. And he said he had a barrel of flour nailed in a closet and he would take this barrel out and give it to us on the garret where we were, and so he did. He got a man to help and rolled the barrel upstairs. We were to watch this part and he to give us a dollars worth. So when we had bread in the morning the soldiers found it out. Some came and threw down a dollar for a loaf, and another three dollars.

Monday (July 6) we had no bread to give them and they were so hungry they could not wait. We hid two loaves, but we baked the next night again. The house was full of soldiers. In daytime we were watching the sick and wounded, and they were calling for water and screaming all the time.

We saw some of our furniture going on some of our wagons down the pike, and my boys wanted me to go out and stop it. We stayed at this farmhouse, I believe three nights and then we went home.

We were down the country four days and the fifth (July 7) we went home. On the way home we met Mr. McConaughy. He was the president of the Cemetery at that time and he said to me: "Hurry on home, there is more work for you than you are able to do." So we hurried on home. When we looked at the house I could only say "O my!" There were no window glass in the whole house. Some of the frames were knocked beside the pump shed. I went to the cellar to look for the good things I had put there on the first night. One chest was packed with good German linen, others packed with other good things,--everything was gone, but three featherbeds and they were full of blood and mud. After I had dragged them out of the cellar I asked an officer who was riding by, if I would ever get any pay for things spoiled like this. He asked me what it was, and I told him bed clothes that were in the cellar, and he said in a very short way: "No!"

So as soon as the pump was fixed I sent for three women and we washed for four days before we got them clean. Then I got a note from the president of the Cemetery, and he said: "Mrs. Thorn, it is made out that we will bury the the soldiers in our Cemetery for a while, so you go for that piece of ground and commence sticking off lots and graves as fast as you can make them."
Well, you may know how I felt, my husband in the army, my father an aged man. Yet for all the foul air we two started in. I stuck off the graves and while my father finished one, I had another one started.

This lasted for days, until the boys sent word, if I couldn't get help at all I should telegraph to some of my friends to come and help me. Two came, but one only stayed two days, then got deathly sick and left. The other stayed five days, then he went away very sick, and I had to pay their fare here and very good wages for their work. By that time we had forty graves done. And then father and I had to dig on harder again. They kept on burying the soldiers until they had the National Cemetery ready, and in that time we buried one hundred five soldiers. In front of this house there were fifteen dead horses and beside the Cemetery there were nineteen in that field. So you may know it was only excitement that helped me to do all the work, with all that stench. And in three months after I had a dear little baby. But it was not very strong, and from that time on my health failed and for years I was a very sickly woman. In my older days my health has been better, but those hard days have always told on my life. "

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The Gatehouse, Elizabeth's home

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Memorial, in Evergreen Cemetery, by Ron Tunison

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Elizabeth and Peter Thorn, he was away in Virginia with the 138th PA Infantry during July, 1863
 
She really was an interesting woman- and it was REALLY interesting to me that the feat which is most remembered to the point of having a memorial erected in her honor isn't something she spoke of much in later life. She was a poor immigrant woman dependent on the good will of her landlord to get by in the world and knew it. That was some pecking order they had in those days, where the cemetery's superintendent could just say ' Hey, all these bodies cluttering up the place? I can't believe I have to tell you this, but bury them, yesterday! ' The ' or else' was acknowledged by both, it's just the way it was. He knew he could get away with giving that kind of outrageous order to his pregnant, female employee she knew she had to do it with no argument because her family home depended on it. When I was pregnant, especially the last one when I lost my mind and said ' Oh, just ONE MORE' at FORTY, by 6 months was a big, fat ( and I mean fat) delight to live with. Someone were to tell me to bury the family hamster, they'd have had something uncomfortable to deal with concerning surgery and the shovel. Not Elizabeth. She did not have the luxury of becoming pudgy or bad tempered, much less spoiled.

You read some of these stories, it's so, so easy to kind of allow them to not sink in. I did for a long time- was impressed by her story without really taking it to heart. When you do, it does seem almost unbelievable, doesn't it? More than ONE HUNDRED men to bury, a small pregnant woman, a shovel in the baked earth, July south PA heat- might make me a wimp but I couldn't have done it.
 
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Elizabeth and Peter Thorn, he was away in Virginia with the 138th PA Infantry during July, 1863

JPK,
Are you sure this is not George Washington Sandoe and his bride Anna Caskey Sandoe. Sandoe was killed on Baltimore Pike near the Lightener House, having the dubious distinction of being the first United States soldier to be killed in Adams County, Pennsylvania during the Gettysburg Campaign. Sandoe was enlisted in Company B, 21st Pennsylvania Independent Cavalry, Bell’s Cavalry and was killed instantly when shot while defending against Jubal Early’s entry into town on Jun 26, 1863. Here is a photo of Peter and Elizabeth Thorn:
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JPK,
Sorry to jump in with a negative. Your post is full of great information and made for enjoyable reading. As a matter of fact, we have put Evergreen Cemetery on our list to investigate again soon on one of our next jaunts to Gettysburg. Thanks for posting Elizabeth's ordeal as it was a timely reminder for us!
 
JPK,
Sorry to jump in with a negative. Your post is full of great information and made for enjoyable reading. As a matter of fact, we have put Evergreen Cemetery on our list to investigate again soon on one of our next jaunts to Gettysburg. Thanks for posting Elizabeth's ordeal as it was a timely reminder for us!

Hi! And no, not at ALLLL! Please do not feel you or anyone ever has to not call any bad information here- plus, if that was wrong- how silly does it make this part of the thread? OH NO! No ego here! These people in History deserve to have their names and faces and stories where they should be! Thanks very much for the catch- bet a bazillion bucks I got those photos from Pinterest just being lazy. That will ' learn' me.

It isn't ' negative ' when it's plain, old editing- I'm a little nutty on Elizabeth. Be so insulting to her to have poor information, and to the Sandoes and their tragedy. Thanks very much for the correction- instead of removing the post, think I'll leave it? That way anyone digging around in here later can see who is who, maybe will go check out the Sandoe story, too!
 
Hi! And no, not at ALLLL! Please do not feel you or anyone ever has to not call any bad information here- plus, if that was wrong- how silly does it make this part of the thread? OH NO! No ego here! These people in History deserve to have their names and faces and stories where they should be! Thanks very much for the catch- bet a bazillion bucks I got those photos from Pinterest just being lazy. That will ' learn' me.

It isn't ' negative ' when it's plain, old editing- I'm a little nutty on Elizabeth. Be so insulting to her to have poor information, and to the Sandoes and their tragedy. Thanks very much for the correction- instead of removing the post, think I'll leave it? That way anyone digging around in here later can see who is who, maybe will go check out the Sandoe story, too!
Thanks for your gracious response! You post is waaaayyyy too far interesting to entertain removing just for one item. I'm glad you will allow it to remain intact!!!! You are correct about the Thorn's and Sandoe's both having tragedy in their lives! I think it fitting that folks DO read up on their sagas. By the way, the marker for the 21st PA Cav along Baltimore Pike is on along the opposite side of the road from the Lightner house and more towards Route 15. At this spot is where G. W. Sandoe was killed. I suppose in a way he may be considered the actual "First Shot" and "First Fatality" in the terror that became known as the Battle of Gettysburg.
 
Well, forgot to ' like' the correction by Mark. I've seen Sandho's photo frequently, too- makes it worse! So there's a Gettysburg tour, right? All the firsts at Gettysburg? WAS that the first shot Eric spoke of- oh wait that was the 17th PA, right? 1st Vermont? Must go look at the poor, bedraggled copy of ' ' Brinkerhoff's Ridge.... ' , have notes in there. :smile:

You're beginning to sound like Pam, all this knowledge! That's crazy-good, when you get to knowing all the monument and what-is-where?
 
Excellent post, JPK! I've been doing a lot of research about Gettysburg, more specifically the civilians who endured the battle and the aftermath and stumbled upon a great book - The Colors of Courage: Gettysburg's Forgotten History - Immigrants, Women & African Americas in the Civil War by Margaret Creighton. It highlights the roles of women, especially Thorn's. While the book has its shortcomings, I did learn a great deal of new information about the women living in town. Lots of interesting information about the town before the battle as well in the book.
 
Great job, Annie. She's one of my (many) heroes. I had troubled burying the cat when he died last year, so your point about the soil in July is well taken. We can paraphrase the well-known old saying into, "A woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do....because there probably isn't a man around when he's needed." :smile:
 
Elizabeth Thorn of Gettysburg is memorialized as a Patriot's patriot- taking pity on men killed literally in her yard she purportedly set about the grim task of ensuring all received Christian burial. Pregnant- 90 degree, typical PA humid, dripping weather, Elizabeth did this for the, er, UNION- for mankind, for all our sakes, for the Red, White, and whoa, what? Hero, Elizabeth most assuredly was- and is.

Whenever her topic comes up so does my blood pressure- which is actually pretty low, go figure. Bumping a few threads. For Elizabeth, Peter, Rose and Rose's siblings- and all who Elizabeth buried those dreadful days.
 
Hero, Elizabeth most assuredly was- and is.
Annie, there is no doubt Elizabeth Thorn was most assuredly a hero! IMHO her motivation for ensuring proper burials for the soldiers was driven by her own convictions. Elizabeth had so much conviction just to "do the right thing", that was her driving force to get the job done. Doing it for mankind? for the Union? all our sakes? I say NAY, Elizabeth toiled simply because she thought it the humane and proper act to complete. Today's society would be MUCH better off if there were more with the integrity like Elizabeth Thorn demonstrated.
 
Here's a few things about our Elizabeth Thorn, perenially pregnant, never quite finished burying the dead soldiers at her feet, that I did not know. a. She was a German immigrant, as was her husband. b. She was interim caretaker of the cemetery, no pay except residence in the tiny home. She lived in one half, her parents the other. c. She'd been ordered by the Cemetery adminstrator, her male boss, to go tidy up the plce, bury all the dead soldiers littering up his nice cemetery. 6 months pregnant, lost everything, husband away, 90 degree typical South PA heat, this guy tells her to bury over 100 men. Nice. d. The burials isn't what she reminded Otis Howard of, as a possible way to gain a few cents in later years, she wanted him to be reminded of the signal service she'd performed in familiarizing he and his staff with the battlefield, then feeding all of them later. Elizabeth was almost destitute in later life and a lot folks were looking for a way to make the war pay.

Ever dig ONE, little hole in baked earth? With a shovel? This woman was more than amazing. Her job apparently averaged 5 to 6 burials a week. That still seemed like an awful lot to me, for this little immigrant woman, bet they made her do it in the winter, too. Her father helped for a time but the smells rendered the poor guy incapable. I guess! 6 months pregnant, Elizabeth kept at it. The baby she was carrying, born Rose Meade, was a sickly child and died at 14. Elizabeth was convinced ( as well she might be ) her exertions in those awful days contributed to her daughter's ill health.

In Elizabeths' frank, open account, her words.


In July, 1863 Elizabeth was caretaker at Evergreen Cemetery, the job she held with her husband Peter, serving with the 138th Pennsylvania, in Virginia during Gettysburg . She had her parents, Catherine and John Masser age 63, and three sons; Fred , 7, George 5, and John , 2, living with her in the cemetery gatehouse. Elizabeth was six months pregnant. This is her account of The Battle of Gettysburg.

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"The battle was on Wednesday, the 1st of July, and it was on the Friday before (June 26) that I first saw the rebels. As the rebels came to Gettysburg, we were all scared and wished for them to go.
Six of them came up the Baltimore Pike. Before they came into the Cemetery they fired off their revolvers to scare the people. They chased the people out and the men ran and jumped over fences...I was a piece away from the house...When they rode into the Cemetery I was scared, as I was afraid they had fired after my mother. I fainted from fright, but finally reached the house...They said we should not be afraid of them, they were not going to hurt us like the yankeys did their ladies.

They rode around the house on the pavement to the window, and asked for bread and butter and buttermilk...My mother went and got them all she had for them and just then a rebel rode up the pike and had another horse beside his. The ones who were eating said to him: "Oh, you have another one." and the one who came up the pike said: "yes, the -- -- shot at me, but he did not hit me, and I shot at him and blowed him down like nothing, and here I got his horse and he lays down the pike." (The man whom the rebel had killed was Sandoe, who had composed a company in Gettysburg.)

He turned around to me (and) asked me: Is that a good horse over there?" It was our neighbor's horse, and I said "No, it ain't. It is a healthy enough horse, but he is very slow in his motions." Well, it would not suit. I knew if the horse was gone the people could not do anything, so I helped them.

Soon they sent to different places where they destroyed the telegraph and the railroads. Evening came on and they had destroyed a good many of the cars, and burned the bridge and seven cars on it. This was the Rock Creek Bridge. We could see the cars drop down from Cemetery Hill. Next morning we heard that there was a small battle at York. Everywhere they destroyed all they could.

We were trying to feed them all we could. I had baked in the morning and had the bread in the oven. They were hungry and smelled the bread. I took a butcher knife and stood before the oven and cut this hot bread for them as fast as I could. When I had six loaves cut up I said I would have to keep one loaf for my family, but as they still begged for more I cut up every loaf for them.

We had all the glasses and tins and cups and tubs and every- thing outside filled with water. All the time our little boys were pumping and carrying water to fill the tubs. They handed water to the soldiers and worked and helped this way until their poor little hands were blistered, and their bread I had given away on Friday.

Nobody felt like work any more, and on Wednesday morning they came with big forces, and the battle begun above Gettys- burg, near the Springs Hotel in the morning early on Wednesday. (On July 1) As I went upstairs so often I saw them come in on the ridge near McMillan's house, near where the Springs Hotel now is they came and got more help. While they were fighting on the ridge the Union soldiers came from all directions.

When our men lost and the rebels had driven them more this way, they put their cannons on Cemetery Hill and throw some shells over toward Coon Town. And as they fired towards the direction of the Poor House they were firing at our own men, but they did not know it, and I heard them say this amongst themselves, that they did not know it. So at last they came to the Cemetery House and wanted a man to go along out with them (a young boy was there about thirteen years, and I thought he was too young, and my father was too old) I offered myself to go along. He refused at first, but I thought there was danger all around, and said I wasn't afraid so he said "Come on."

We walked through flax, and then through a piece of oats, and then we stood in a wheat field. They all held against me coming through the field, but as he said I was all right, and it did not matter, why they gave three cheers and the band played a little piece, and then I walked a little past a tree to where I could see the two roads. I showed him the Harrisburg Road, the York Pike, and the Hunterstown Road. It was with one of General Howard's men that I went. Then he took me back home. He said, "They will commence very heavy firing now, walk on the other side of my horse." And so as soon as I jumped on our porch he went back again.

I wanted to go upstairs once more to see if our men gained, but when I came on the stairway a shell had cut in the window frame, then jumped a little, then went through the ceiling, so I would not go up any more... Soon one of General Howard's men came and ordered me to have supper for Gen. Howard. I complained I had no bread, for I had given it all away in the morning. But I said I could make cakes, and he said they were good enough for war times.

They did not come for so long, it was near twelve o'clock. It was Gen. Howard, Gen. Sickles, and Gen. Slocum. The house was so full of soldiers that the boys had to lay on the floor in the kitchen, on feather beds. And as they saw the children lying there, they said it was very sad. After they had had some supper and I found they were going to leave I asked them if they thought I should leave the house in the night. Gen. Howard rubbed his forehead and said: "Leave the house? Leave the house?" Then he looked towards the others and said: "Comrades, I say stay." Then he said we should take our best things and pack them up and in two hours he would send two men to carry them to the cellar. Then he smiled and said: "I guess you call all best." But I said: "Some I call better than others." He said they would begin hard fighting about day-break, near four o'clock, and then we should go to the cellar.

About two hours after they left the men came and took the things to the cellar. Gen. Howard said: "When I give you orders to leave the house, don't study about it, but go right away." About four o'clock we went to the cellar. There were seventeen of us (other civilians)...We were in the cellar about two or three hours. The noise of the cannonading was terrible. At last the door flew open and someone said: "This family is commanded by Gen. Howard to leave this house and get as far in ten minutes as possible. Take nothing up but the children and go." They said we should keep (to) the pike, where the soldiers could see us, and that would save us. When we were a little way down the pike a shell bursted back of us, and none of us were killed, but we commenced to walk faster. We went down the pike one and one half miles when we began to feel weak and sick, we were so hungry, for we had eaten nothing that day before we were so scared when the battle commenced. So we went into a farm house to buy bread...but the bread was doughey and we could not eat it. Later we stopped at a farm house, -Musser's. We did not feel like going farther as it was full of soldiers and army wagons and provision wagons.

Near midnight (July 2), when everything was quiet, my father and I undertook to walk home to the Cemetery house. As we left the (Musser) house we had to pass through a room where the Union soldiers were sleeping, lying in two rows, with only one candle to light the whole room. About the middle of one row a man raised himself on his elbow and motioned me to come to him, my father signaled I should go to him, and he took a picture out of his pocket and on it was three little boys, and he said they were his, and they were just little boys like mine, and would I please let him have my little boys sleep near him, and could he have the little one close to him, and the others near him? And so, he took them and had them lying by him.

When we got on the pike we had an awful lot of trouble to get up, because the guard was not going to let us through. But as they listened to what I had to say-- that we wanted to look after our things in the cemetery house--they let us pass. We had fat hogs and we wanted to look after them. When we got to the stable we could hear the wounded men holler and go on, laying around the house,--in the cellar too, and there is where we had carried our good things, that Gen. Howard had told us to leave there. We could not get near the house for wounded and dead. They had been brought there from the first day's fight.

My father went to the pig pen and said: "The pigs are gone." My father got a man to take us into the cellar where six wounded men were, and they had our bed clothes all around. We went to the cellar thinking we could get a pillow and quilt, but all I could find was my mother's shawl and no pillow. The poor wounded men were crying and goin on so that we did not want anything then. They called their wives and children to come and wet their tongues. Then we went down the pike again. We had no trouble with the guards going back. And when we came again to the farmhouse we picked up our little boys out of the soldier's arms, and got ourselves ready, and about three o'clock in the morning we started on another journey, and went down the pike to the White church, and then it was daylight, and we stopped a little bit there and saw some of our neighbors; then we went into a big farmhouse. We wanted water but there was none to be got, the pumps were all broken, and we were tired and hungry again, and still had nothing to eat.

They had there a big wagon shed where they brought the wounded and took off their limbs, and threw them into the corn crib, and when they had a two horse load they hauled them away. Another lady and myself went upstairs in the house to where our officers were. We rapped at the balcony door and an officer came out and asked us what we wished. I told him I lived in the Cemetery House and we were driven away from home and had nothing to eat or drink, and we thought we would lay in complaint.

He laughed and said: "You want to live on the army then?" Then he asked me if I knew Jenny Wade. I told him I did, and he said she was killed, and he asked me if I knew Maria Bennet, and he said she was killed (but that was not true). Then he wrote an order on the----to go to the provision wagon a mile away. We went over and we got our aprons full of coffee, sugar, and hard-tack. (I have some of that coffee and sugar yet.) When we got back we hunted for milk in the cellar and we found two crocks full. I opened a crock. The woman with me could not see, so she got her hand in the soft soap. We took one crock of milk up to our sick people and we hid the other one. But they wanted it soon, and when we came in the cellar again somebody else had found it and we had none. But we found the woman's yeast and we bought flour and we baked bread that night. The woman had gone away and had taken the family to Littletown. (Hen. Beitler lived there.) Then he came home and asked us what we were going to do. And he said he had a barrel of flour nailed in a closet and he would take this barrel out and give it to us on the garret where we were, and so he did. He got a man to help and rolled the barrel upstairs. We were to watch this part and he to give us a dollars worth. So when we had bread in the morning the soldiers found it out. Some came and threw down a dollar for a loaf, and another three dollars.

Monday (July 6) we had no bread to give them and they were so hungry they could not wait. We hid two loaves, but we baked the next night again. The house was full of soldiers. In daytime we were watching the sick and wounded, and they were calling for water and screaming all the time.

We saw some of our furniture going on some of our wagons down the pike, and my boys wanted me to go out and stop it. We stayed at this farmhouse, I believe three nights and then we went home.

We were down the country four days and the fifth (July 7) we went home. On the way home we met Mr. McConaughy. He was the president of the Cemetery at that time and he said to me: "Hurry on home, there is more work for you than you are able to do." So we hurried on home. When we looked at the house I could only say "O my!" There were no window glass in the whole house. Some of the frames were knocked beside the pump shed. I went to the cellar to look for the good things I had put there on the first night. One chest was packed with good German linen, others packed with other good things,--everything was gone, but three featherbeds and they were full of blood and mud. After I had dragged them out of the cellar I asked an officer who was riding by, if I would ever get any pay for things spoiled like this. He asked me what it was, and I told him bed clothes that were in the cellar, and he said in a very short way: "No!"

So as soon as the pump was fixed I sent for three women and we washed for four days before we got them clean. Then I got a note from the president of the Cemetery, and he said: "Mrs. Thorn, it is made out that we will bury the the soldiers in our Cemetery for a while, so you go for that piece of ground and commence sticking off lots and graves as fast as you can make them."
Well, you may know how I felt, my husband in the army, my father an aged man. Yet for all the foul air we two started in. I stuck off the graves and while my father finished one, I had another one started.

This lasted for days, until the boys sent word, if I couldn't get help at all I should telegraph to some of my friends to come and help me. Two came, but one only stayed two days, then got deathly sick and left. The other stayed five days, then he went away very sick, and I had to pay their fare here and very good wages for their work. By that time we had forty graves done. And then father and I had to dig on harder again. They kept on burying the soldiers until they had the National Cemetery ready, and in that time we buried one hundred five soldiers. In front of this house there were fifteen dead horses and beside the Cemetery there were nineteen in that field. So you may know it was only excitement that helped me to do all the work, with all that stench. And in three months after I had a dear little baby. But it was not very strong, and from that time on my health failed and for years I was a very sickly woman. In my older days my health has been better, but those hard days have always told on my life. "

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The Gatehouse, Elizabeth's home

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Memorial, in Evergreen Cemetery, by Ron Tunison

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Elizabeth and Peter Thorn, he was away in Virginia with the 138th PA Infantry during July, 1863

Great info and story. Appreciate you posting.
 
Elizabeth Thorn was an unsung heroine of the battle for sure!

So many of the women and their sacrifices during this battle were shoved under the for years. Many just saw it as something they lived through because they had no choice and wanted to forget about it. Plus many women of that era shared the sentiment that was it unseeingly for women to gain notoriety for such actions. It was a form of bragging and considered unladylike. But now she and all the unsung women of the battle and battles everywhere can have their day to shine.
 
Annie, there is no doubt Elizabeth Thorn was most assuredly a hero! IMHO her motivation for ensuring proper burials for the soldiers was driven by her own convictions. Elizabeth had so much conviction just to "do the right thing", that was her driving force to get the job done. Doing it for mankind? for the Union? all our sakes? I say NAY, Elizabeth toiled simply because she thought it the humane and proper act to complete. Today's society would be MUCH better off if there were more with the integrity like Elizabeth Thorn demonstrated.


Well, she is known for her sheer compassion certainly. Also for determination and blisters. Elizabeth also had an horrendous story, a young mother in a man's world with huge responsibilites, ( She was not only responsible for ensuring a home for her children, her parents relied on her tooo. ) A ' whose who ' of Gettysburg had just made themselves at home in her house, a little difficult entertaining them since he possessions went out the back as general came uninvited through the front, her husband was away and to top off splendid kind of day her boss seemed a little grumpy on the topic of all these unsightly bodies littering up his nice cemetery. OO Howard expected tea, her parents wished her not to hobnob with exalted persons ( like there was a choice ) and The Boss seemed to feel men had wandered into his cemetery to die at his personal inconvenience. Well heck, that's what employees were for, right?

So Elizabeth dug. This was Gettysburg, PA so she chipped first then dug. I had to bury a poor little cat the other day, one of the ferals. Took 30 minutes for an underfed cat.

Left to herself, would Elizabeth have chosen to bury all those men, so quickly, all by herself? I'm thinking no. Not by herself. At 6 months pregnant women absolutely understood that much toil could harm a child. I'm guessing she would have expected her landlord to muster help, organize and effort and never, never expect a female to under take what no one else on the Gettysburg did. No one. Basil Biggs later on contracted for the removal of bodies to the National Cemetery. He was paid, without a time limit and had no threat of losing his home hanging over his head.

Elizabeth's statue has not been with us very long. Someone was so blown away by her real story they thought it time she be heard and recognized. It has proven significant over there years as an historical act of patriotic significance, as it was. Reading behind ' What happened " makes it more so.
 
The soil around here gets like concrete during dry weather in the summer. Even worse in a area with high foot or livestock traffic that makes it get compacted. Not to mention the rocks. Its terrible. I miss the nice sandy coastal plain soils. She was one tough person and has my respect.
 
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