This is a continuation of the story of William H. Andrews who was with the 4th Florida Regiment during the Civil War. He was wounded and then captured at the Battle of Stones River. When his unit retreated along with the rest of Bragg’s army, William was left behind and taken prisoner by the Union troops.
Most of Sunday was spent driving, but we did answer one question about William before leaving Nashville. As you’ll remember, we knew that during the Civil War he was moved from a hospital in Murfreesboro to a hospital in Nashville. We planned to do some research at Nashville’s Public Library to see if we could find where he was taken there.
Here are highlights of our day on Sunday.
1. Finding in Nashville where the Union took Prisoners of War who were wounded and needed medical care.
Actually, we didn’t find this information in the Nashville Library. I found it online early Sunday morning. I went online to search for what might be available at the library in preparation for later. Instead, I stumbled on the information in an article which discussed the burials of wounded Confederate prisoners of war who died in Nashville hospitals.
It said that Confederate prisoners were usually treated at Hospital No. 1, which consisted of a converted church and a former gun factory at the current intersection of Third Avenue South (formerly College Street) and the westbound I-265 on ramp. The article was fairly old.
So we went in search of the site. First we looked for I-265 and 3rd Street Avenue South. We found where the latter almost intersected an interstate, but it wasn’t 265 or even 65. In fact there didn’t seem to be a 265 anywhere. We asked someone, and they said that what is now I-40, used to be I-265.
So we drove down there, but found nothing but buildings that were built at a much later date. It seemed to be an industrial area. The area set right next to the on ramp, so we were sure we had found the site. We took a picture, hopped on the interstate and began driving north to St. Louis, where I planned to attend the National Genealogical Society conference next Wednesday.
2. Who is William?
One of my readers asked me for more information on William. William is a secondary, but an important secondary character in my book. He is Mary Adeline Walker’s husband. His full name is William H. Andrews; and he and Mary are my great-great-great grandparents through my Grandfather Lester Hamrick’s lineage.
We know that William was in Florida by 1825, because he shows up in Leon County territorial census prior to that date. Jefferson County, where we know he lived later, was not established and was a part of Leon County, Florida at that time. By 1842, one of his daughters was christened in the Monticello Presbyterian Church, so we know that the family had moved to Monticello by that date. His wife died, and we next find him through a marriage certificate when he married Mary A. Walker late in 1843.
In the records are several bonding papers for several different appointments, including Justice of the Peace, Deputy Sheriff and County Auctioneer. Later in the 1850s he was elected Sheriff of Jefferson County. He was also a railroad agent for a length of time. His home was near the Bellamy Plantation on what is today Bassett’s Dairy Road, though we know he also lived in Monticello on several occasions.
In 1861 he was Sergeant of Arms in the Florida House of Representatives, and he was present when Florida seceded from the nation and joined the Confederacy. He enlisted soon after and was placed in the 4th Florida at the age of 49.
He already had five children when he married Mary, and by the time of the War they had had ten more. Several of his sons also went to War.
I’ll stop here, because any further information will be a spoiler for the book.
3. Finding Paducah, Kentucky
any of the murals show Clarence “Big House” Gaines, the famous black basketball coach? He was born in Paducah.
Not sure. We were looking at them at night. We followed them until the Atomic City murals and then it began to rain so we hightailed it back to the car. There were about four or more left on the other side of a train down at the end. I came back the next day for a quick picture before we began driving on to St. Louis but forgot about the ones we had missed.
Hi there! This post couldn’t be written any better! Reading this post reminds me of my old room mate! He always kept chatting about this. I will forward this page to him. Fairly certain he will have a good read. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you. I hope he likes it.