El Diorama

Before Janell and I married, I bought and assembled a kit for a Civil War era Parrot rifle cannon. Sometime later, I purchased a kit for the limber. Along the way, the cannon was damaged and spent about thirty years in a paper bag on our closet shelf. A few months ago, I got the urge to repair the cannon model and put together the limber.

Wanting to keep the model from getting dusty and subject to harm, I decided I'd put it in a case of some sort. Then, in keeping with my propensity for complicating things, I figured that a diorama was in order.

Searching for some reference material after which to model the diorama, I happened to find a picture (Library of Congress, online) that showed four Parrot rifles on a hill. Further investigation provided some interesting information. Now you will be subjected to all that if you read on.

In the Spring of 1862, the Army of the Potomac began the Peninsular Campaign aimed at capturing the Confederate capitol of Richmond, Virginia. In late May, the fighting was centered just east of Richmond known as the battle of Seven Pines (or Fair Oaks). On the night of May 31, several Federal horse artillery batteries were ordered to cross the Chickahominy River so there would be support for the next days fighting. The river was swollen due to heavy rains. The four pieces shown in the original photograph were the only cannon to make it across the river. They were Battery B, 1st Regiment, New York Light Artillery, commanded by Captain Rufus Pettit. For the diorama, this photo is the background, with the model being an addition.

A light, or horse, artillery battery typically consisted of four to six pieces, each with a limber drawn by six horses. The cannon were hooked to the limbers which also carried ammunition and necessary supplies. A single caisson was a horse drawn wagon that accompanied the battery, and it carried extra ammunition, a spare wheel, and other supplies.

A Parrot rifle was a major improvement in artillery. It was named after the designer who conceived the idea of a rifled cannon, giving greater range and lethality. This is particularly interesting to us because of our visit to Savannah, Georgia a few years ago.

We went to Savannah with Sean and Tara when they lived in Athens. We visited Fort Pulaski, which had been occupied by Confederate forces. The fort was besieged by Federal forces which included the first use of rifled cannon. The fort had been designed to withstand bombardment by smooth-bore cannon in the early 1800's. However, the rifled cannon were able to open a hole in the wall of the fort over the course of one night, causing the fort commander to surrender for fear of a round hitting the magazine and blowing up the facility.

All this work rekindled my interest in a book Sean and Tara gave me a couple of years ago. It is a memoir of a Confederate general who commanded the artillery in Longstreet's Corps. Written in 1907, it provided insight into many of the major battles, including the one on which this diorama is based.

It's interesting that we have more ties to that area of the country than I would have thought. First off, I spent three months at Fort Lee, Virginia during 1970-71. It's located in Petersburg, which is just south of Richmond, and was the last major battle of the Civil War. Then, of course, the Jehles lived in Charlottesville, VA for two years. Finally, we found out recently that one of Janell's uncles on her fathers side of the family died in a military plane crash near Richmond in 1945.

A New Post

Okay, I know it's been a few weeks, maybe months, since I've posted anything. We seem to have had so much happening that time whizzed by. We managed to sell Janell's mother's house, which put a major goal behind us. We went to Missoula, MT a couple of times; once for Elsa's first birthday and a second to help babysit while Alex was out of town (good excuse). In October, Janell's mother was in the hospital for over a week. She is home now. And, of course, I participated in two Habitat for Humanity house building projects.

I'll soon post some pictures of some sort.

A Testimony

Nasal infections.
Sinus surgery was good.
Breathing Nirvana.

Apollo

Today marks the 40th anniversary of the start of a journey that marked the end of one. Apollo 11 lifted off on its way to the moon, signaling the culmination of years of effort to land human beings on the lunar surface.

When President Kennedy presented this challenge in 1961, I was in the ninth grade. We lived in Las Cruces, New Mexico at the time, and, in the mid-1960's, NASA built a test facility near town. Needless to say, our community involved in part of the process to make Apollo successful. Knowing people who were working on the project brought it closer to us.

All the progress toward manned spaceflight were indeed in their infancy during the early parts of the program. Each step along the way was followed eagerly by everyone. From Mercury to Gemini to Apollo, we were all engaged. Much of that had to do with the times as much as excitement of the challenge.

We feared the Russians. The Cold War was ever present. Nuclear war was not in the forefront of everyones thoughts, but it lurked in the background. Early on, the Russians had tended to be one step ahead in space, and I suppose our fears coupled with a desire to win the space race influenced us all.

The sixties was a particularly tumultuous time for us. The Viet Nam war was ever widening and consuming. Social unrest and upheaval showed up in changing mores, racial tensions, and challenging of authority. By the end of the decade, we were a lot different than we were at the start. But Apollo 11 was a glorious bright spot. When the small spacecraft, perched atop the giant Saturn V rocket, started its journey, the entire nation was galvanized at the moment. I think everyone felt a part of a positive part of American history and accomplishment.

Four days later, as the lunar module began its descent toward the moon's surface, my Dad and I were watching on the television. My father kept a journal for most of his life, and I read his entries for these days in July, 1969. He marveled at being able to watch this event as it happened. Dad, ever the keeper of details, kept a play-by-play as the module descended toward the surface, recording the altitude and time data and snippets of mission control conversation. As it got closer, his words were "Damn-this is awful! Can't write!!" His handwriting was impeccable, but when he wrote " -they're on at 18 min after 2 p.m. My God! It's done! My God! Isn't it wonderful-", his penmanship broke down a little. My father was born eleven years after the Wright brothers made the first powered flight, and he witnessed this.

To me, the space program that began with the charge to put a man on the moon demostrated something else . Usually, technological advances are made under times of great duress, such as wartime. But this was one human effort that produced much that didn't require the precursor of human suffering.

Backyard Nature

Every once in a while, something emerges in the yard that makes one realize that nature has hidden surprises. Janell happened to be looking in the right spot this afternoon and spotted a large walking stick. These things are so weird looking and camoflaged that if it hadn't been in a place to get water, she probably wouldn't have seen it. We have a wire around our pool landscaping to keep the dog out, and the bug was haning from it, getting water from the sprinkler. I guess with all our dry weather, it came out of hiding to rehydrate. The thing looks just like a multipronged twig, and if it was on the ground or a tree, I doubt you could see it. I was pretty impressed with its size; it must be about 8" long. As of this writing, it's gone back to wherever walking sticks hang out down here.

Want to know more (I'm sure you do), then go to http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/stick-insect.html.

A Great June

The past month was a big one for us. We started off by getting Janell's mother's house ready to put on the market. Then, during the latter half, we were blessed to have Stacy, Hutch, and Elsa visit. Putting icing on the cake, Sean and Tara spent Father's Day weekend with us. It was so wonderful having everyone here except Alex (he had to stay in Charlottesville to oversee the packing and loading of their household in preparation for moving to Montana). We had a good time swimming and hanging out.

The weather here has been toasty. As Waylon Jennings put it, "... hotter than nine kinds of Hell...". The one way we have at our disposal to beat the heat, other than central air conditioning, is our swimming pool. I would never build one, but ours was part of the house when we bought it, and it was a big hit with the grandkinder. Hutch talked Sean into doing cannonballs off the diving board, and was impressed with the fallout. Elsa was a bit more circumspect. She's a tough, but cute, sell on things like this.

Hutch and Elsa were happy to do whatever they wanted and have doting adults to help them. Elsa is on the verge of walking, and is a crawling machine. She is a pistol when it comes personality. A happy, active, almost one year old, charmer. She was happy exploring everything. We got a real kick out of her when we went out to eat. She loves people watching and is engaged in what is going on around her. No shrinking violet she.

Hutch had a list of things to do when he got here, and I think he managed to do them all. After a couple of false starts, we finally found the floaties combination that let him have a great time in the pool. We sat on the lawn tractors at Lowe's, rode mine in the driveway, and played endlessly with cars and trucks.

We cherish our time with our children and their families. It's not often that we are able to get everyone together, so Father's Day was special. Getting to strengthen bonds with our grandchildren is important to us, so this visit was a great joy. We can only thank God for the blessings of our wonderful children, spouses, and their children.

The House

We have been busy the past few weeks, working as feverishly as possible, to clean out the house that Janell's mother owns in Bryan, TX. We have been doing this off and on for the past year, but have hit it hard this past month. It has been difficult for Janell as she lived here for many years. Her parents bought the house around 1960. Needless to say, we had forty seven years of accumulation to go through. Lots of papers, books, photographs, and miscellanea to decide on. Janell's mother hasn't said much, but I'm sure that it's been hard for her to know what is happening. Don't ask, don't tell. Much has hit the landfill because we just can't absorb everything.

Janell will get the house put on the market tomorrow, and we will enter a new chapter. Once it's sold, we will complete the process by selling off the remaining furniture and household items.

Janell and I were talking about the process of life. You think about the stability your parents and their home provided for so much of your life as their child. Now, we are standing in a nearly empty house, knowing that it will no longer be there to come home to. Parents are almost all gone, and we are caring for her mother at our house. Change is always with us.

One thing that has made this effort easier, both emotionally and physically, is that Sean and Tara have been so welcoming to us. We have stayed with them during our visits, and they have provided a welcome haven for us. It's just so wonderful to have them. And, I must say, their dog, Scooby, seems to like having us there, too. He's a hoot.