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I putted my head out the winnder alots and alots on this summer’s road trip, since they wasn’t a movey roof on the rolly house like last year. I smelled everthing. I have run and played and sniffed and chased and barked and leapt and curled up in a ball in a tent in 27 states in two years, which is a lot better than where I lived before, Def Roe. Here is some pitchers of me wif my head out the winnder. Click to see my whole ears.
The first thing Peter and I wanted to know about Lancaster, Pa. was how to pronounce it like a native. “LANK-ester,” our host, Bruce Balestier ’93, assured us. Bruce works in development at Franklin and Marshall College, a beautiful, historic campus (since 1787) in a bustling yet human-scaled, medium-sized town, also historic.
Across the street from Bruce’s work digs, as it happens, lies the Iron Hill Brewery and Restaurant, where we were prepared to make a little history of our own, in the form of a small but robust gathering of alumni, parents, and friends of Davidson College. We had a professional banner and convivial banter. All the other brewery patrons were just pea-green with envy.
Bruce’s wife Amy and daughters Madeline and Colette charmed us the moment I met them. Bruce, too, but mostly Amy and Maddie and Coco. The Carrs showed up next, Kent ’79, his lovely wife Beverly, and their son, incoming freshperson Patrick ’14. (Sis McKensie ’11 couldn’t make it.) Patrick and I were both starving and so we buddied up right quick to move people along as soon as our table was ready. Along the way we collected Mike Pennock ’11, Emily Killough ’08, and the irrepressible Loy Thornton Miller ’83, to round out a good time to be had by all.
Later, Bruce and Amy welcomed our traveling trio of two Wildcats and a wilddog to their lovely and liveable Lancaster home, where we stayed up late (for us) and talked about hoops and books and yoga and kids and I forget what all, until it was time to get a good night’s sleep in preparation for an early run to the Lancaster market, the longest-running market in the nation. Fascinating. We recommend the Amish Long John pastries. Peanut butter.
Back on campus, I got to see the Carrs again today, along with sis McKensie, at the annual Alumni Legacy Welcome Luncheon hosted by none other than Peter himself. It was fun to bring our road acquaintances full circle back to campus!
One of the most memorable times of Road Trip 2010 was the day Peter Wagner, a native Mainer, and I, a North Carolinian with Mississippi roots, spent on the battlefields of Gettysburg. We got an audio tour for the car, then later Peter dropped me and Dodger off at the cemetery while he continued the auto tour. To stand on the spot where Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address; to discover a tiny spring under a rock that must have been a welcome sight to all who found it July 2-4, 1863; to lie in a quiet spot on the Wheatfield where 4,000 men died in a day—suffice here to say the voices chattering in my workaday mind and in the tourist-jammed visitor center all receded before the reality, the enormity of feeling those ghosts that grew around us as the day went on.
By the time Peter and I rejoined forces to conclude the audio car tour together as night fell, we were both fairly quiet. Words seemed a luxury. We talked some later. We share a deep respect for the men and the women of the United States military, past and present, that abides undisturbed amid the forces that make their jobs necessary.
Writing this from my air-conditioned desk on campus on the first day of freshman orientation, it strikes me that the Battle of the Wheatfield took more than twice as many lives in a single day as currently number in the Davidson student body—many of those lives the same length or even shorter than our incoming first-years’.
College Archivist Jan Blodgett shed more Davidson light on Gettysburg with research by her predecessor Chalmers Davidson ’28. Consider these notes (and follow the College Archives blog “Around the D,” linked permanently on the right of this page):
• Joseph H. White, class of 1845 – Captain North Carolina Troops, XIII, Born in York District, S.C., Dec. 21, 1824. Graduate of Davidson College. Resided in Mecklenburg County and was by occupation a planter prior to enlisting at age 37. Elected Captain on April 30, 1862. Wounded at Gettysburg, July 1-3, 1863. Reported absent sick on or about Aug. 31, 1863. Returned and reported on detail as acting Assistant Adjutant General of Brigadier General Junius Daniel’s brigade from December 23, 1863, through April, 1864. Killed at Spotsylvania Court House, Va., May 12, 1864
• William J. Alexander, class of 1857 – Captain Co. A, 37th N.C. Regiment. Previously served as 3rd Lt. Co. H. Promoted 1st Lieut. 5/3/63. Transferred to this Co. (A), promoted capt. 6/18/63, captured Gettysburg, 7/3/63, confined at Ft. Delaware, Del. -transferred to Johnsons Is, Ohio – four more transfers listed -finally back to Ft. Delaware 3/12/65 – released 5/30/65 after taking Oath of Allegiance.
• Alexander H. Galloway – class of 1859 – Captain Co. F, 45th N.C. Regt. Born in Rockingham Co., where he resided as a farmer until enlisting at age 23. Appointed 1st Lieutenant ca. 3/11/62. Promoted to Capt. 2/9/63. Present or accounted for until wounded at Gettysburg, 7/3/63 after being app. quartermaster (Major) on staff of Gen. Alfred M. Scales.
• James. B. Lowrie – class of 1859 – 1st Lieutenant 11th N.C. Co. H also F&S and Co. A Killed at Gettysburg, Pa., 1863
• Pinckney W. Hatrick – class of 1860 – 1st Lieutenant 53rd Regt. N.C.T., Co. A Killed at Gettysburg, Pa., 1863 (July) North Carolina Troops, XIII, p. 67–Born in Guilford County where he resided as a schoolteacher prior to enlisting in Guilford County at age 25. Elected 1st Lieutenant on April 30, 1862. Reported present on surviving muster rolls through June, 1863. Killed at Gettysburg, Pa., July 3, 1863.
• John Willis, class of 1863 – Lieutenant Killed “near Gettysburg, Pa., while captain of a company from Davidson College. Conflicting reports of death on this John Willis Theodore, Cairns, class of 1864 – Resided in Shelby County, Tenn., and enlisted in Guilford County at age 20, July 4, 1862 for the war. Captured at Hagerstown, Md., July 12, 1863 and confined at Fort Delaware, Del., until released after taking the Oath of allegiance June 8, 1965. 5th N.C. Cavalry Co. I (63rd N.C.T.) Taken prisoner at Chambersburg, Pa.next to Gettysburg. In prison at Fort Delaware till end of war.
• Romulus Morrison Tuttle, class of 1869 – Capt. Co. F, 26th N.C. Regt. Vances “He led a charge at Gettysburg with 3 officers and 88 men. 21 killed 60 wounded.”
We havin a good time on our road trip, even though the different rolly house this summer does not have a movey roof like in 2009. It does haz a slidey roof and air condition an lectric windows. Here is me Fridy poke my head out and yawn after nother nap. It was in Vermont or New York or New Jersey or Pennsylvania.
One day we went to a place called Gettysburg. I smelled blood, old, quiet, deep and strong.
Had a great time with 15 folks who joined me and Peter Wagner ’92 for Portland’s Casco Bay Sunset Run cruise, followed by Flatbread Pizza with a few more Davidson alumni, parents, and friends who joined the festivities later (including Matt Hanson ’05, whose office at Bates we had gleefully sabotaged earlier in the day). Stay tuned for pics and more from the bay cruise, next regular Motel 6 office hours. This morning, we’re grabbing a quick coffee and muffin in the Scarborough Grounds Café and Eatery wifi zone in Portland, where Peter’s just confirmed the venue for dinner, drinks, and fun in Friday in Lancaster, Pa. Peter is an even more enthusiastic traveling companion than Dodger.
Right now, off to join Nat May ’95 for a tour of Space Gallery, where he’s executive director. Stay tuned!