Aunt B.’s Civil War Battlefield

The cool thing about where we live, is that we live right on top of the Battle of Nashville Battlefield. Unlike most major Civil War battlefields, this one was not preserved. There are no vast open swaths of fields, dotted only with monuments to fallen soldiers for people to come and look at in order to get a sense of what happened here.

There’s no visitor’s center with helpful park rangers to sit you in a movie and give you insights into the landscape.

You have to drive around neighborhoods and try to imagine what it must have been like in 1864.

Or you can look out in my back yard and imagine the Union’s front line camped out along the railroad tracks out back.

Here’s the Battle of Nashville Preservation Society’s map . If you find Harding Pike and then look north and find the railroad tracks. You’ll see two jagged lines representing the two lines of Union forces. The one farthest west is the one that concerns us. And where the jagged line and the railroad tracks intersect?

That’s where I live!

Every day, I can look out my back yard and onto a little bit of history.


15 thoughts on “Aunt B.’s Civil War Battlefield

  1. Too cool. I live about half a mile from the northernmost point where the Half Moon docked on the Hudson, but I can’t see it out my window. (I can hear the foghorns lowing at the early morning, though.)

  2. That is so cool. I love reading about your Civil War and cannot imagine how awe-inspiring it must be to live on or near a site.

  3. Bring beer and a metal detector. There wasn’t, as far as I know, any fighting in my back yard. Perhaps one of our veterans can fill us in (Sarcastro, weren’t you stationed in Nashville during the war?), but I do believe that probably they were just camping out making sure the Confederates didn’t disrupt the railroad tracks.You can see by the map, the Union line was there, but the fighting was all south of us.Bonus points if you find the can opener that the Ghosts of the Civil War ran off with.

  4. Well, thank god you weren’t injured. Just think of all those guys who were trying to recuperate in the hospital only to have to spend hours trapped in bed while Walt Whitman patted their heads and stroked their faces and recited dreary poetry to them.On the other hand, think of how weird it would be if, say, Maya Angelou sat with our current war wounded and tended to them…You didn’t answer my question. Is that because you don’t know or because you think it’s stupid? Sometimes your silence is hard to interpret.

  5. Yeah, like that’s all that ol’ perv Whitman was up to.You mean about what went on in your back yard? I believe that is still classified. Even if I knew of any operations conducted in your backyard, I would not be at liberty to discuss them.

  6. Encampments are where archaeologists find all the cool stuff. I would get one of the local universities to start a dig in your yard, pronto. It will hardly take more than a few years, and the mess and mud won’t inconvenience you at all.

  7. Well, be sure you get the lease well locked in for a few years in advance. Because, you know, the dig and its discoveries will make the property a tourist attraction, and will increase the value of your apartment, by .. I don’t know … a hundredfold, maybe?

  8. So when Marx said that capitalism would be relegated to the ash heap of history, he just *knew* that someone would dig it up again some day. Darn.There was a dig on the grounds of my graduate school. They located the old dump and set the anthro undergrads to work for a few years. Found a lot of cool stuff. Unfortunately, the old dump was right next to the entrance to one of the classroom buildings.

  9. Been there. Done that. Our "old dump" was an Early Historic Period site on the Tombigbee River in Wetumpka, Alabama next to a rock quary. It was hot, It was humid, It sucked balls.

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