Thursday, February 26, 2026

Injured in the Line of Duty: Joseph Robinson, 117th USCI

Joseph Robinson was born in Bourbon County, Kentucky, in the first half of the nineteenth century, but exactly when is not clear. In an era long before birth certificates, military paperwork shows he was age 40 in 1864, but an 1892 death record lists him as age 60 at that time, close enough to show a birth from about 1824 to 1832. 

 

On September 21, 1864, he enlisted and mustered into company K of the 117th United Stated Colored Infantry (USCI) regiment in Covington, Ky. for a standard three-year term. He  measured 5 feet, 6 inches tall and had black hair, black eyes, and a black complexion. His occupation was farming.

 

The 117th formed at Covington, Ky., in the summer of 1864. It moved south to Camp Nelson in Jessamine County, Kentucky before heading east to Baltimore in October. From there, it moved to City Point, Virginia, and in 1865 may have taken part  part in the Appomattox Campaign, which ended with the fall of Petersburg and the surrender of Robert E. Lee and his forces on April 9. 


Whethet this unit was present at Lee’s surrender is unclear, even to the National Park Service. One of their sites reports the 117th was there, but one more specifically focused on the events at Appomattox does not include the 117th or Joseph.


The 117th did remain  in the Petersburg, Va.  area until moving to Brazos Santiago, Texas in June. They were likely in Texas on June 19th when General Gordon Granger issued an order to begin the enforcement of the abolition of slavery in Texas.


These men remained in Texas on garrison duty until mustering out on August 10, 1867, in Brazos Santiago.1  


During his service, Joseph was charged two cents in mid-1865 for his loss of a tampion, a small wooden tool used to keep dirt and water out of a musket’s barrel.



A Tampion, from http://firearmshistory.blogspot.com/2016/02/what-is-tompion.html


After the fighting had ended, some unexpected danger remained. Joseph suffered a painful wound when he:

 

            was disabled by the loss of the third finger of the right hand and deep wounds on the other fingers of the same hand incurred while in the line of duty, assisting in cutting up beef in the subsistence department on the 21st of June 1866. He is also accidentally overage. Probable case for pension.

 

On the same form, the examining surgeon noted: “old age and injury of right hand to an extent which disables him from performing the duties of a soldier. He is unfit for the Invalid Corps.”

 

The Invalid Corps, by then officially known as the Veterans Reserve Corps, was a unit in which men physically unable for full military duty were able to perform less-demanding tasks, such as cooking or guard duties. Virtually all of this unit, however, had already mustered out of the army before the surgeon examined Joseph anyway.

 

Joseph’s wounds had come in the processing of meat, not in combat, certainly not a tale of glory, honor, and fame, but feeding troops is a vital, often under-appreciated, duty in every army. He contributed to that important task and even sacrificed his health doing so.

 

Because of this injury, Joseph passed time in a hospital in Brownsville, Texas, then in September and October of 1866 performed daily duty in a hospital. Perhaps that assignment was due to his injury, possibly a way to give him more time to heal.

 

The army officially discharged him on November 3, 1866, in Brazos Santiago. The surgeon recommended him for a pension, which Joseph applied for on March 1, 1876.


When discharged, Joseph was allowed to keep his knapsack, haversack, and canteen. With the war over, and so many men heading back to civilian life, the army had surplus equipment it did no longer needed and Joseph benefitted from that.


At the time he left the army, his home was in Paris, Bourbon County, Kentucky. 


 In the following decades, he disappears from most public records, but eventually found his way to Campbell County, Ky., on the southern shore of the Ohio River. Here, he passed away on December 10, 1892, in Dayton, Ky., due to pneumonia. He was buried in Evergreen Cemetery, though no headstone marks his grave.

 

He left behind his widow Hannah.


1https://www.nps.gov/civilwar/search-battle-units-detail.htm?battleUnitCode=UUS0117RI00C, Accessed November 29, 2022


Thursday, February 12, 2026

Book Review: Through Their Eyes: A Collection of Primary Accounts of the Battles of Spring Hill and Franklin

When I first received this book in the mail, I was a bit disappointed to see that it was an oversized book.  I prefer volumes of more standard size as they are easier to hold while reading.

When I started reading this book, however, something unexpected happened - I started understanding and appreciating this book’s size, finding that it  suits this particular book very well because of one of the work’s more impressive features.

The heart of this book is the numerous first-hand accounts of the Battles of Spring Hill and Franklin, from Yankees and Rebels, generals and privates, and the ranks in-between. It even includes writings from local citizens, and adds a chapter about the immediate aftermath of the bloodshed.

The selections come from an impressive variety of sources - letters,  emoirs, newspapers, official reports, and more.

First-hand, primary perspectives of the war, especially of battles, are valuable resources, popular with students, authors, and others interested in the Civil War. This book is a fine addition to that genre.

With that said, I was pleasantly surprised by the maps that kick off each chapter. They  show the area of fighting covered in the chapter, with the narratives following. This layout is ideal for the purpose of this book, especially with how the accounts in each chapter are numbered based on the order of appearance. The numbers are then placed on the chapter’s map, showing where on the battlefield that the writer had been during the action the text describes. I found myself frequently flipping back to the map as I read a new narrative. It was fascinating to do so for individual entries as well as comparing the perspectives of multiple authors. 

For non-experts on these fights - such as myself - this is a valuable resource, adding context to each account. I still make no claim of detailed knowledge of Spring Hill and Franklin, but I know more than I did when I started reading it, certainly a sign of an effective book. That outcome is, after all, the main reason for reading books like this.

I had not seen maps like these before, and the larger pages are perfectly suited for them. Smaller maps may have worked, but not as effectively as these large ones. Simply because of this, my attitude on the size of this book changed. Reworking a truism, I should not have judged this book by the size of its cover. 

I did find the larger pages a bit misleading in one perspective, however. The book, though tall, appears to be skinny, making it look like a short, quick read, but the larger pages naturally allow for more text on each page. There was more to read in it than I expected, perhaps simply my mistake. It may not be the longest book ever, but it is not as short as its thin appearance implies.

Two nits I can pick on this work are that some of the captions printed on the photos are a bit difficult to read, sometimes blending into the background. Nonetheless, the photos are another asset to this book.

Additionally, the lack of page numbers is surprising at first. 

Neither of these critiques, however, is a major flaw. I grew accustomed to them as I read, an easy adaption to make. (For example, I simply learned to make sure my bookmark was solidly in place when I had to sit the book down.) 

Overall, Through Their Eyes is a fine book, a terrific assortment of eyewitness observations and memories of the hard fighting and its resulting carnage. I certainly encourage others to read it.

As an added bonus, all proceeds from this work “go directly toward reclamation and preservation here in Spring Hill and Franklin,” per the Battle of Franklin Trust’s Facebook post from December 3, 2025. Thst is good to know.

Wednesday, February 4, 2026

The Last Civil War Veteran in Campbell County: Cornelius G. Cannon

Throughout the Civil War, general orders were sometimes necessary to effect changes in or make clarifications to policies, procedures, discipline, or to address a variety of other concerns. On September 28, 1863, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton issued such a directive, one which symbolized one way the war had changed since its commencement.

General Orders No. 323.

WAR DEPT., ADJT. GENERAL'S OFFICE,
Washington, September 28, 1863.

 

            In section 10, act of March 3, 1863, it is enacted "That the President of the United States be, and he is hereby, authorized to cause to be enlisted for each cook (two allowed by section 9) two undercooks of African descent, who shall receive for their full compensation $10 per month and one ration per day; $3 of said monthly pay may be in clothing."

 

            For a regular company, the two undercooks will be enlisted; for a volunteer company, they will be mustered into service, as in the cases of other soldiers. In each case a remark will be made on their enlistment papers showing that they are undercooks of African descent.

 

            Their names will be borne on the company muster-rolls at the foot of the list of privates. They will be paid, and their accounts will be kept, like other enlisted men. They will also be discharged in the same manner as other soldiers.

 

By order of the Secretary of War:

 E. D. TOWNSEND,

Assistant Adjutant-General.[1]


This order allowed male African Americans to serve in the same units as whites and receive the same treatment as soldiers, not as servants. Its insistence on mentioning their heritage in the paperwork and their pay being less than that of white soldiers reinforces the fact that race was still an issue, but allowing these men to serve in the same units as whites and treating them as soldiers was a small step towards more opportunities for men like them, an idea that had been completely unfathomable to most civil and military leaders two years previously.

One man who took advantage of this opportunity was Cornelius Green Cannon.[2]

Cornelius had been born on February 3, 1846, in Franklin County, Missouri to parents Cornelius and Martha.[3]

On June 1, 1863, he joined company F of the 23rd Missouri Infantry, in Rolla, Missouri. He joined for a three-year term as an under cook, as General Order No. 323 allowed.

The army was naturally curious about his physical condition. The examiner who looked over him found that he had been sick with a fever six years previously, but at present had no disease. He had never had an injury on his head, or any sprain, fractures, or dislocation. He also had avoided the piles (a.k.a. hemorrhoids) and did not have trouble urinating. He was not in “the habit of drinking.”  

He had, however, been vaccinated from smallpox and did have a large scar on his left thigh above the knee, the result of a burn.

The inspecting surgeon declared: “This man (a Negro) was examined in accordance with the General Regulations of Army and is free from all bodily defect which would in any way disqualify him from performing the duties of a company cook.”

At this time, the 17-year-old Cornelius (who was listed as 18 on his paperwork), stood 5 feet 8 inches tall, and his eyes, hair, and complexion were all described as “black.” His occupation was that of a farmer.

Once Cornelius joined it, the 23rd Missouri saw action in military assignments such as the Atlanta Campaign and the March to the Sea in 1864, and it was present when General Joe Johnston surrendered his Confederate army in North Carolina in April of 1865. These men later marched in the Grand Review of the Union Armies before moving back to Louisville, where the regiment mustered out of service on July 18.  

In his postwar life, Cornelius moved several times as he did his best to make an honest living but spent many of his final years in Campbell County.

In 1880, he worked as a servant in Xenia, Ohio, then the 1890 Veterans Schedule shows him in Boyle County in central Kentucky.

By 1898, he was a Methodist preacher in Lexington, Kentucky, living with his wife Katie, whom he had married in 1888.

1900 found him still working as a preacher, now in Jessamine County, Kentucky, but that year’s census shows he had been married for just one year and did not list the name of his bride.

He continued to roam, arriving in Campbell County by 1903, when a minor family incident took place in Newport.

A local boy stole $5 from a Newport bakery and gave $1.50 of it to Cornelius’ son James and another youngster. The 14-year-old James and his companion received thirty-day jail sentences for possessing that stolen money.[4]

This incident was especially embarrassing for a preacher’s family, as the Kentucky Post of October 16 reported. It informed readers that Cornelius had “chastised his son, Jesse Cannon, 14, in the Newport Jail after securing his release Thursday,” and that he “returned the money his boy had received and then lashed him with a rawhide until he promised never to commit such an offense again.”[5]

Sadly, Jesse died in April of the next year, just six months after this incident.

At this point, the frustration often present in genealogical research enters this story.

One page of the 1910 census, listing him as Reverend Cornelius Cannon, shows that he was working as a minister at a Methodist Church in Campbell County, though a local genealogy website reports he worked at the Corinthian Baptist Church. It is unlikely, but not inconceivable, that he worked at both houses of worship. He lived with Katherine and their daughter Mary on Fourth Street in Newport.[6]

For some reason, however, he appears a second time on that census, this one reporting him living in Falmouth in Pendleton County and working as a minister. The odds of there being two African American ministers with an unusual name like Cornelius Cannon living in neighboring counties in that one year are low, so it is probable that he worked in both places trying to do every job he could to support his small family. Perhaps this was his version of “riding the circuit,” to reach different congregations, with him having two dependable places he could stay. 

This record is barely legible but appears to spell his first name as “Carneluousy.” It also shows him as having been married for twenty-one years but did not include his wife’s name. He was reported as 64 years old with Missouri as his birthplace and minister for his occupation, each of which are correct.

The first 1910 record, showing him in Newport was taken a week before the Falmouth census and shows him married to Katherine for twenty years, but incorrectly lists him as only 49 years old and born in Illinois.

Why such basic information about him is so clearly wrong is unclear, but perhaps he was in Falmouth when the census taker visited Newport and whoever provided his information – possibly his teenage daughter – gave wrong information. It is also conceivable that the enumerator, not the same as in Falmouth, somehow made these errors.

On February 19, 1916, Cornelius entered the Dayton, Ohio branch of the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers. He was now measured at 5 feet 6 inches tall, and had a black complexion, dark eyes, and black hair. He could read and write, and, as his past work had shown, held Protestant religious views.

This record shows him as a cook, which he had been in the war, so he apparently took on that chore in the home. At 70 years old, his body was starting to give him trouble, as he was suffering from heart disease, defective vision, chronic rheumatism, and a frequent micturition (urination.)

It shows his pension had been $17 per month, but increased to $23 on January 2, 1916, $30 on January 2, 1921, and finally to $40. 

The home’s record also shows Katherine living at 129 West 2nd Street in Newport.

Despite the usual rules of that era's society, it was not unusual for men like Cornelius to be in the soldiers home. This facility freely admitted African Americans and even “established a policy of racial equality,” but such idealism did not survive the onset of Jim Crow. “In the decades following the Civil War the level of equality became less and less,” but even when these men did enjoy the same benefits as their white colleagues, they were segregated within the facility and slept in separate barracks and ate at different tables.”[7]   

In 1920, he again appeared on two census entries. One correctly reports him in the Dayton Soldier’s home, with his occupation listed as “company commander.”

The other record lists him still in Newport, with his wife and daughter, but describes his occupation as an overseer at the soldier’s home. These two records show that the census taker knew he was at the facility in Dayton but that it was likely to be a temporary stay, with Cornelius expecting to return to Newport.

Cornelius did soon make that return. He left the home by his own request on February 2, 1926, and was back with his family, living at 129 Second Street in Newport by 1930. 

In 1938, Cornelius, whom the Kentucky Post specified was a “negro Civil War veteran” rode in a car during a local Memorial Day Parade, giving his service its well-deserved recognition.[8]

As the 1940s started, the family remained in the same home. Cornelius owned the dwelling but had not worked in 1939. This latest census reported that the highest level of education he had completed was third grade, not surprising given the era in which he was born. He may have been fortunate to get even that.

Two years later, in 1942, locals gathered at St. Paul’s A.M.E. Church in Newport to celebrate Cornelius’ service, acknowledging that he was “believed to be the oldest known survivor of the Civil War.” The ceremony featured speakers and local fraternal groups.[9]

A city directory for the same year listed him as a carpenter. Was the 96-year-old really working or was that a former occupation? Perhaps it was simply an error by the book publisher.

He again joined in the Memorial Day parades in 1942 and 1943, with one story referring to him and his fellow Civil War veterans by noting that only “one member of a group that has marched in many Memorial Day parades of years gone by will be in Newport’s line of march Saturday.” Eight decades after the war, its survivors were quickly going extinct.[10]

Another account concerning the 1942 parade declared him to be “the last Civil War veteran in Campbell County" as the local press did not shy away from acknowledging his service and long life.[11]

Heart disease took Cornelius’ life on November 5, 1944, in Newport. He had lived to the ripe old age of 98, and was laid to rest in Evergreen Cemetery. He had led a long life through a remarkable century of change, from the age of slavery all the way to the brink of nuclear war.


From https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/
1https://47thpennsylvaniavolunteers.com/2024/02/23/black-history-month-the-authorization-duties-and-pay-of-under-cooks/, Accessed January 26, 2006
2Much of the paperwork in his compiled military service records on fold3.com list his name as Cornelius Crowder. I have been unable to find any census records for that name but a muster roll card for November and December 1863  has “True name, Cornelius G. Cannon” stamped on it. The 1890 Veterans Schedule includes his name followed by “alias Cornelius Crowder.”  Fold3 has all his paperwork filed under Cornelius G. Cannon.
3https://www.usgenwebsites.org/KYCampbell/aacorneliuscannon.htmAccessed January 28, 2026
4Kentucky Post, October 11, 1903
5Kentucky Post, October 16, 1903
6https://www.usgenwebsites.org/KYCampbell/aacorneliuscannon.htmAccessed January 28, 2026
7://www.nps.gov/articles/history-of-disabled-volunteer-soldiers.htmAccessed January 28, 2026
8Kentucky Post, May 18, 1938
9Kentucky Post, February 2, 1942
10Kentucky Post, May 30, 1942
11Kentucky Post, May 21, 1942   



Thursday, January 22, 2026

An Uncounted Casualty of the War: Henry Blanch, US Navy

Most Civil War veterans who had Campbell County ties served with the Federal army, but several chose a different path and joined the navy instead.

One such man was German native Henry Blanch.1

Like numerous other Campbell County Union supporters, Henry was born in Germany and crossed the Atlantic Ocean to a new home in the United States. 

He had been born in the Old World in 1837, and, once in his new homeland, he married Rebecca Enteminger on November 20, 1854, at a friend’s home in Ashland, Kentucky.

After the Civil War started, Henry bided his time before enlisting as an acting third-assistant engineer in the navy on July 22, 1864. He served on the USS Milwaukee.

USS Milwaukee From https://www.history.navy.mil/content/history/nhhc/research/histories/ship-histories/danfs/m/milwaukee-i.html

The Milwaukee was the debut ship and chosen name of a new type of vessel called the Milwaukee-class river monitor. It had been constructed in Carondelet, Missouri (now part of St. Louis) to patrol the nation’s western rivers and was officially commissioned in August of 1864.

It was soon reassigned to the West Gulf Blockading Squadron around New Orleans and later moved to Mobile Bay for action against that Confederate city, where it worked “bombarding Confederate positions, clearing mines and supporting operations to isolate and capture the city of Mobile.”2

It struck a mine (then called a torpedo) and sank on March 28, 1865, but, remarkably, Henry Blanch and the entire crew lived through this scary episode.

About three weeks after this, on April 21, Henry wrote to Secretary of the Navy Gideon Welles. He wasted no time in  stating his purpose as the first line declared: "I very respectfully ask for leave of absence to go north and visit my family."

His reasoning was clumsily stated: "My wife is at present dangerously sick, and my having a large family of helpless children who require my immediate protection."

"I have just lost my all by the sinking of the U.S.S. Milwaukee, hoping this may be granted."

With the major fighting in the war finished, authorities granted him a 30-day leave to go home, which . was likely in or near Cincinnati as his pension file noted that he had lived in that area since his discharge.

As for his former ship, the remains of the Milwaukee were recovered in 1868 and eventually became scrap that was used in the building of St. Louis’ Eads Bridge.3

Unlike his ship, Henry had survived the war, receiving an honorable discharge on July 7, 1865, but his time in the navy continued to affect him.

A physical examination  on August  20, 1884, for his pension application reported him as 5 feet 11.5 inches tall. He had a light complexion, brown hair, and hazel eyes.    

Another physical a month later noted that he weighed 118 pounds.

This second exam found that he was physically unable to earn a living because of his time in the navy. In the spring of 1865, he had contracted a bad cold, an illness that affected his throat and stomach, including indigestion and constipation. While in (the) battle of Spanish Fort, his vessel was blown up and he with the rest of the crew took to the boats.” This exposure to the elements brought on those ailments as well as a case of piles (now called hemorrhoids).

One document even mentioned phetusia (or phthisis)  pulmonalis, a period term for tuberculosis. 

Henry had received “no treatment on the vessel but the steward on his vessel afterwards gave him medicine.” He then was onboard the Kickapoo for two days and the Nyanza (41) in July, then moved to the Nashville for a week.

He staked his claim for a pension based on “all effects of the above.”

The government considered the evidence and soon awarded him a monthly pension of $10, which ended up lasting from August 22, 1884, until his death just more than eight months later.

Henry passed away on May 2, 1885, in Newport at just 48 years of age, due to “disease of stomach and liver.” He had worked as an engineer and lived in Newport for six years, finding a home on Columbia Street. He was buried in Evergreen Cemetery.

Author’s photo

In the months after her husband’s passing, Rebecca Blanch sought a widow’s pension. As part of the application process, Henry’s brother William testified that Henry had been “a sound and healthy man previous to his enlistment in the U.S. Navy,” but upon his returning home to civilian life, he suffered from disease of the throat and stomach, with his illness “gradually growing worse each year” until his death.

She did receive that pension and lived a long life without Henry, not passing away for almost another half-century, passing away on June 20, 1933. A death record with her pension paperwork shows Evergreen Cemetery as her final resting place, but no headstone exists for her and an online cemetery record does not list her name among the burials.

Henry Blanch had physically survived the war, but in a larger sense, health problems caused directly by his participation in the conflict led to his demise. His death - and an impossible number of similar ones - may not count in discussions of the war’s total deaths, but, in the end, it was an unseen consequence of war that left Henry with a life years or decades shorter than he may have hoped or expected. He was, in actuality, one more of the hundreds of thousands of casualties of the Civil War.


Notes: Information about Henry and Rebecca’s pension applications came from the same file at fold3.com: US, Navy Widows' Certificates, 1861-1910: at https://www.fold3.com/file/27648779/blanch-henry-us-navy-widows-certificates-1861-1910?terms=blanch+henryoriginally accessed June 25, 2022

1Some records spell his name Blanche, but he signed it “Blanch” on a letter he wrote.