A interesting Civil War story.
The heavy steel army trunk that moved with my father all his life was still padlocked when my sister and I came to clean out his apartment in Napa, Calif., 18 months ago. Like the black onyx arrowhead collection of his Nevada youth and the Moody Blues vinyl albums, that trunk contained mementoes of a past he could not bring himself to part with.
Among the Christmas ornaments and wedding rings and old diaries was one yellowed document that caught my eye immediately.
It was a statement from Mamie Belle Stout, my fathers maternal grandmother, declaring that we had relatives who fought on both sides in the Civil War. My father had always told me he believed this to be true.
Need to research further, a notation on the document read, in his handwriting.