Nannie Haskins Diary ~ March 19, 1863

Thursday 19th of March 1863

Last Sunday evening Major Bailey, one of the oldest citizens of Clarksville, departed this life. Monday at 3 o’clock P.M. his funeral was preached at the Presbyterian Church by the Rev. F. D. Wadlan. The house was crowded to overflowing. He was a peaceable citizen, a kind father, and a devoted husband. What more could be said of man! Every few days there is a new death to be chronicled upon the record Time. When this war is over, it will be astonishing to look around and see the many vacant places. Man is like a flower, in the morning he bloometh but in the evening he fadeth.

I have before spoken of the prisoners who were taken near here. They were taken to Nashville where they were guarded in the Market House. By bribing the guard, they made their escape. One of them disguised himself and went back into the city to see if any of them were recaptured, but it was not so, and he came home (which is not far from here). Some of his relations came up here and whispered it around among a few friends, but it will get out soon. Thank fortune so far none have been retaken, and how I do pray that they will not be. The many daring feats that will be enacted during this war; not half will ever be heard of.

Last night Mrs. Blotch and husband and brother, Mrs. Settle, Mrs. Fauntleroy, and Sam Yance came up after tea. Miss Margaret spent the night with me. We had splendid music. Miss Margaret played on the piano, Mrs. Blotch on the violin, and young Mr. B. on the flutina. Miss Margaret and myself sang several pieces together.

Nannie E. Haskins Diary ~ March 10, 1863

Tuesday March 10th, 1863

Another rainy day. I do wish it would stop raining, and we could have some pretty weather. Yesterday was a beautiful day, but that is about all the sunshine we have at a time.

Well the party is over, and I am glad of it, and I didn’t go either, but I was tempted for I went and helped Mrs. McKeage all day, made her custard and set the table. Yes I set it all myself and Miss Maria said I had a great deal of taste and that she would know who to send for to help her. Miss Maria said she did not only want me to come down that night, but she was anxious. She wanted to send for my dress and to remain there all night, but I came home and stayed here. I would like to have gone down any other time for I know I would have enjoyed myself so much. I always do down there. Of course, she wanted to know my excuse for not coming, but I could not give it.

I have not written in here for a week. We have been having bad weather ever since, until yesterday which was a beautiful day, but last night it commenced raining again, and today it is very unpleasant. Mr Webb of Hopkinsville came to preach for us Sunday. He has been staying here and his little girl who is very noisy and is therefore very troublesome to me. Last night little Bettie McDaniel came and stayed with her. This morning Suddie came before breakfast and is here yet. They keep so much noise it is a perfect “bedlam.”

Nannie E. Haskins Diary ~ March 16, 1863

Friday morning 13th of March 1863

Yesterday and the day before were two of the most beautiful days I ever saw, clear but cold.  The air was keen and bracing, most windy, but without the wind ‘twould not have been a March day.

A few days ago the news of Van Dorn’s capture was received here; at Spring Hill, I believe it was, a little place about 12 miles from Franklin.  Van Dorn captured four of five regiments of Yankees, and it was true too for his paroled prisoners passed here day before yesterday.  Those rebels are terrible creatures, at least the Feds think so!

I think Tuesday was the last time I scribbled in this book.  The same day the Yanks brought in some nine or ten prisoners, among them was Capt. Hick Johnson, Mr. Mockerby, Dick McCauley, all of the 14th Tennessee regiment and a Mr. Headley of the 1st Ky. Cavalry, Woodward’s old regiment, and several others whose names I have not heard.  All were let off on strict parole the day after they were taken except Mockerby and Headley.  All had to give $5,000 bond and as those two had no one to go their security, they did not get off.  Last night they were all sent to Nashville.  Yesterday Ma, Mary Shackelford, and myself went to Colonel Bruce and got a pass to go to see those two who were in confinement.  Mr. Mockerby told us a good deal about brother.  He was well when he saw him which was the last of January.  He is the latest one we have seen from the regt.

It made me so mad to such a contemptible puppy as that little insolent upstart Lieutenant something McDorvel I believe he called himself; he would put his tongue in every time we would begin to talk.  He told us he claimed to be a Kentuckian before he turned Yankee, that he lived in Louisville when he was a seesh, that he was at Camp Boone with Buckner; but that the devil had him by one hand and his guardian angle by the other, but the angel carried him off.  I told him I doubted whether an angel had eve been near him; but certainly his evil genius had pulled him over.  Every now and then when we would be talking to the “confeds” he would throw in some of impertinence until I got tired of it so I turned and said to him “we did not come here to see you sir.”  Ma told me to hush, that I would get myself into trouble, but I was not afraid of him and his whole band.  I think it shut him up considerably for he said nothing more to us.  If he had I am afraid he would have gotten him-self into trouble.

I do wish I could write a pretty hand.

The Yankees will have to pass through a “Longstreet,” level two “Hills,” and climb a Stonewall” before they can get to Richmond.  Which is a pretty hard business for them to go about.  Rather, they have been about it so long I am thinking they will have to give it up.

Monday morning 16th of March 1863

We have had beautiful weather since last Tuesday until yesterday when it clouded up but did not rain.  Today the sun has come out again.  It looks like spring is coming again.  We have had an unpleasant winter.  I do hope that spring with her sunshine and blossoms will bring us peace to our country.  This war has lasted so long — two years!  It seems like two centuries.  Peace, peace come to cheer us once again, and we will appreciate thy smile.