JPK Huson 1863
Brev. Brig. Gen'l
- Joined
- Feb 14, 2012
- Location
- Central Pennsylvania
This week might have given it away again. It'll take some time learning to write these finding a balance between TMI and just enough to be challenging. Of course with this week's could just be me because I adore her.
Shrouded in mystery, this week's guest slowly takes shape though Time's mists.........
Who Am I?
I was born in Virginia many years before our terrible war was thought of. My father was a minister and my firm faith was built through my years of going to church, sometimes moving the family as he accepted calls from other churches. No one was surprised when my choice of husband was the son of minister!
My husband did not feel called to the ministry although our faith was very strong all our lives. It saw us through our tragedies. Only 4 of our children saw adulthood. We had eleven but the good Lord took them. Disease was a terrible scourge. These losses did not break my spirit however. I resolved to not allow one, more parent, mother or father to suffer the pangs of loss my husband and I endured.
Unsanitary conditions, poverty and ignorance were responsible for so many childhood deaths. With help, I knew women could be educated and save themselves and their families from unneeded losses, their children from unnecessary suffering. My club grew into another club and another and another. We provided education and medicine, visited homes and with the advice of my brother, a doctor, we were able to make a difference for countless families. It seemed to make my energy grow as my organizations grew. Such a thrill, being able to impact lives through our fund raising, education and donations to households.
The terrible war came and we again met a need. Suffering was suffering no matter the color of the uniform. My state was in such turmoil it literally tore itself apart but with my guidance our women all stood firm. We refused to take sides, nursing and nurturing Union and Rebel alike. This was not always popular, tempers and loyalty made us fear for our lives sometimes but we remained unmoved. A human in need was a human in need. Disease killed all soldiers and we did what we could for both sides to alleviate typhoid and other outbreaks in camps, took care of soldiers, fed, nursed and sometimes took them home with us. It was finally recognized we would not take a side and were allowed to continue our work unimpeded.
Because I was steadfastly determined to remain friendly to both sides, officials asked me to help quell hostility after the war. I happily agreed. There were the usual threats but nothing good is achieved if one is frightened. We created a wonderful day, bands playing ' Dixie' and ' The Star Spangled Banner ', ex soldiers and their families came together. When they joined in singing ' Auld Lang Syne ' I knew we had won.
After my husband died in 1902 I moved to Philadelphia to be near my children. I'd had a prayer and an idea I'd been faithful to since 1876 and it came to fruition because of my clubs and what I'd named them. My daughter honored me and my work very much when she continued my wishes, becoming successful beyond what anyone would believe. Her symbol for honoring what became of my idea was a white carnation, although I'd better be writing this from Heaven since I passed on before being able to see this success.
Shrouded in mystery, this week's guest slowly takes shape though Time's mists.........
Who Am I?
I was born in Virginia many years before our terrible war was thought of. My father was a minister and my firm faith was built through my years of going to church, sometimes moving the family as he accepted calls from other churches. No one was surprised when my choice of husband was the son of minister!
My husband did not feel called to the ministry although our faith was very strong all our lives. It saw us through our tragedies. Only 4 of our children saw adulthood. We had eleven but the good Lord took them. Disease was a terrible scourge. These losses did not break my spirit however. I resolved to not allow one, more parent, mother or father to suffer the pangs of loss my husband and I endured.
Unsanitary conditions, poverty and ignorance were responsible for so many childhood deaths. With help, I knew women could be educated and save themselves and their families from unneeded losses, their children from unnecessary suffering. My club grew into another club and another and another. We provided education and medicine, visited homes and with the advice of my brother, a doctor, we were able to make a difference for countless families. It seemed to make my energy grow as my organizations grew. Such a thrill, being able to impact lives through our fund raising, education and donations to households.
The terrible war came and we again met a need. Suffering was suffering no matter the color of the uniform. My state was in such turmoil it literally tore itself apart but with my guidance our women all stood firm. We refused to take sides, nursing and nurturing Union and Rebel alike. This was not always popular, tempers and loyalty made us fear for our lives sometimes but we remained unmoved. A human in need was a human in need. Disease killed all soldiers and we did what we could for both sides to alleviate typhoid and other outbreaks in camps, took care of soldiers, fed, nursed and sometimes took them home with us. It was finally recognized we would not take a side and were allowed to continue our work unimpeded.
Because I was steadfastly determined to remain friendly to both sides, officials asked me to help quell hostility after the war. I happily agreed. There were the usual threats but nothing good is achieved if one is frightened. We created a wonderful day, bands playing ' Dixie' and ' The Star Spangled Banner ', ex soldiers and their families came together. When they joined in singing ' Auld Lang Syne ' I knew we had won.
After my husband died in 1902 I moved to Philadelphia to be near my children. I'd had a prayer and an idea I'd been faithful to since 1876 and it came to fruition because of my clubs and what I'd named them. My daughter honored me and my work very much when she continued my wishes, becoming successful beyond what anyone would believe. Her symbol for honoring what became of my idea was a white carnation, although I'd better be writing this from Heaven since I passed on before being able to see this success.