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Ridgerunner
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It really was terrible, both during the war and during Reconstruction afterward. A couple of quick tales:Great to meet you Ridgerunner. I should have known from your name.
The other day I posted a video on the internet. The background behind me was pine trees and hills and I got comments about the “lovely backdrop.” I had to confess it wasn’t a backdrop, it was my backyard and looked exactly the same as every other Missouri hillbilly’s back yard.
Your notes about Missouri civil war history are right on. Missouri was a truly hellish place during the civil war. At least in Georgia, your neighbors were probably on your side.
Near where I live, really close to the Ark border, there was a Unionist miller. Back then, nobody had any cash, so Millers took some of the grain from farmers in payment for milling their grain. They turned that into whiskey, which was used as money at the time and in that place. At a point shortly before the Battle of Wilson’s Creek (“Oak Hills” to a Confederate) the Miller became aware that Sterling Price’s army was headed his way. Fearing that his wealth would be drunk up by the Confederate army, he loaded it all up in wagons and headed for Springfield, which was then in Union hands, to safeguard his “bank account” of whiskey. As soon as he got to Springfield, the Federal soldiers discovered the nature of his cargo and drank it all up. I have often wondered whether the Union soldiers were hung over at Wilson’s Creek, contributing to their stunning loss. Who knows?
One of my daughters attended law school in Yankeeland. All the students, it seemed, were from the north and east except her. I guess some of her fellow students found her accent and origin interesting and questioned her a lot about local stuff, etc. Once in a group, one of them asked her if the KKK was big in our area during Reconstruction. “Not so much”, she said, “but we did have Baldknobbers”. Jaws dropped. Nobody had ever heard of Baldknobbers, so they demanded full explanation, which she gave, including her description of “Baldknobber attire”. Baldknobbers became an object of short-term fascination, to the degree that some devised Baldknobber costumes for themselves for the student Halloween party.
Not sure what part of Mo you’re from, Reep, but I expect you know about Baldknobbers. Anybody who as ever been to Branson or read “The Shepherd of the Hills”, of course, could not fail to know.