It’s been two weeks since I read a book about the Civil War, and it feels strange. My draft novel is done, at least for now. It’s not so much a novel about the Civil War as it is a novel of the Civil War.
If you grew up in the South, or even if you didn’t, what happened in the years 1861-1865 affected you, even when you didn’t know it. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents were children of Civil War veterans. They experienced the war in very different ways, both in the fighting and in civilian life.
My mother’s grandparents were Franco-German immigrants who settled in New Orleans and descendants of the Acadians expelled from Canada after the French and Indian War who settled in what we called “the river parishes” – the stretch of territory along the Mississippi River between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. The men generally fought for the Confederacy; after 1862, the women, children, and elderly men discovered life under Union occupation.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Dancing Priest.
Photograph by Thomas Kelley via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Wednesday Readings
What the Latest Farm Census Says About the Changing Ag Landscape – Lisa Held at Civil Eats.
On the Way to the Tavern: el Camino de Santiago – Br. Raphael Arteaga at The Imaginative Conservative.
Yale Civil War Memorial – Patrick Young at The Reconstruction Era.
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