Billy Whiting Williams Jr & Jeffery Williams
Ancestor:
Corporal Elias Jenkins
Paternal Great-Great Grandfather
Enlisted 5 May 1862
50th North Carolina Infantry Company B

Fought in 27 battles and was captured 12March1865 at Fayetteville, NC. Sent to Point Lookout, Maryland POW Camp. Paroled 28June1865. At the time of parole, Elias was 5’ 8.5’’ with dark hair and hazel eyes. Elias was at the first battle of Fort Fisher were he witnessed the bravery of General Whiting. Family history says that he met the general and admired his bravery so much that he promised the general that he would have his sons carry the generals name (Nazareth Whiting Jenkins (1869) – Billy Whiting Williams, Sr,(1930)- Billy Whiting Williams, Jr. (1953)- Michael Whiting Williams (1984) – Luke Whiting Williams (2008))


Other Ancestors:

Pvt. William Loggins
Maternal Collateral Descendant
19th Alabama Infantry Company C.
Served at Mobile and Pensacola. Fought at Shiloh. Did not survive the war.

Pvt. James Alexander Williams
Paternal Great-Great Grandfather
5th North Carolina Infantry (Gen. D. H. Hill's Division). Severely wounded at Sharpsburg and finished his service as provost at Salisbury POW camp where he likely observed the first baseball game ever played in the South.

Sgt. Warren Arras Lewis
Paternal Great-Great Grandfather
50th North Carolina Infantry, Company B

Enlisted 24 April 1861.
Re-enlisted 4 May1861
12 North Carolina Infantry, Company D.
Discharged 16 Dec1861.
Warren’s daughter Sarah Emily Lewis married Elias’ son Nazareth Whiting Jenkins.

2Lt. Levi B. Williams
Collateral Descendant. Brother to James Alexander Williams
5th North Carolina Infantry Company E (63rd State Troops).
Captured and subsequently died from disease at Johnson Island , Ohio, POW Camp. Interred in grave #26.

Pvt. Oliver M Williams
Collateral Descendant. Son of James A. Williams Residence: Orange County, North Carolina
Enlistment Date: 17 September 1864
Distinguished Service
Enlisted as a Private on 17 September 1864. Enlisted in Company C, 11th Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 17 September 1864. POW on 02 April 1865 at Petersburg, VA Confined on 04 April 1865 at Point Lookout, MD Paroled on 21 June 1865 at Point Lookout, MD

Pvt. Jordan Williams
Collateral Descendant. Son of James A. Williams Residence: Orange County, North Carolina.
Enlistment Date: 08 July 1862 Distinguished Service: Enlisted as a Private on 08 July 1862
Enlisted in Company F, 33rd Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 08 July 1862.
Killed Company F, 33rd Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 13 December 1862 in Fredericksburg, VA

Pvt(?). Samuel S. Newman
Maternal Great-Great Grandfather
Enlisted 14 September 1861
17th Alabama Regiment Company E.
Member of the Dowdell Rangers.
Participated in the assaults on Fort Pickens in Pensacola in November 1861 and January 1862 and stayed in Pensacola until March 1862 when his unit moved to Western Tennessee where he fought at Shiloh. Samuel was wounded at least twice, once from an exploding shell in December 1864 and again in Dalton, Georgia where he was “knocked down by a cannon” leaving a wound in his side. Samuel survived the war.

Cornelius "Neill" Jenkins, 1832 - 1871, 12th NC, 1st Co. D
Irvin Jenkins, 1835 - 1917, 50th NC, Co. B
Dawson Lewis, 1817 - 1884, 50th NC, Co. B

 


Michael Climo

Ancestor: Private John Kincaid
5th Kentucky Mounted Infantry Company C
9th Kentucky Cavalry Company F

 


John Paul Hamm and John Paul Hamm Jr
Ancestor: Private Samuel Griffin Hamm
2nd Missouri Cavalry

 

 

 


Joseph Peter Wymer
Ancestor: Private James Palser Surber
23rd Virginia Infantry Company A


 

 

 

 


Jonathan Hussey
Ancestor: Hospital Steward Thomas C. Hussey
46th North Carolina Infantry Company G


 


Tory Schafer
Ancestor: Private John Dawson Hall Jr,
24th South Carolina Infantry Company G
Died In Action June 1862 at the Battle Of Secessionville

 


 

 

Jerry Dupree
Ancestor: Chief Surgeon Dr. William J. Dupree

Cherokee Mounted Rifles, Indian Brigade

 

 


Michael G. Lewis
Ancestors:
Great Grandfather: George Washington Lewis, Sr. Confederate Veteran Army of Northern Virginia; 7th Tennessee; Satesville Tigers, Boys of Wilson County, Tennessee


Great-Great Grandfather: Wilbur Fisk Monroe; 43 Georgia Regiment; Company E; Kelloggs Rifles


Great-Great Grandfather: Newton Wright Cockreham; Army of Tennessee


Great-Great Uncles:
William M.
Monroe; 43 Georgia Regiment; Company E; Kelloggs Rifles Killed In Action at Chatanooga
Josiah N. Clayton; Company B; Cobbs Legion; Bowden Volunteers’ Bowden College Georgia
John Milton Clayton; Cobbs Legion
Captain Francis Marion Clayton; Company K; 22nd Regiment; Georgia Volunteers “ Henry Volunteers”

Thomas Walter Smart; 1st Mounted Arkansas Calvary; Nicholas Regiment; Rowlands Company; Maraduke’s Missouri Cavalry
William Wells Adams; Allsions Cavalry; Army of Tennessee
Jehru Boyd Tarpley; Allisons Cavalry; Army of Tennessee
William James Miles; 27th Alabama


Samuel Ramsey Miles; 27th Alabama
Gabriel David Miles; 4th Alabama Cavalry; General Nathan Bedford Forrest
Samuel Jefferson Cox; Company F; Arkansas Regiment under Captain Frost

 

 


The Typical Confederate Soldier

Nearly thirty-three years have passed since the alarm of war called from their peaceful pursuits the citizens who were to make name and fame as Confederate soldiers.

The stirring scenes and the dreadful carnage of a memorable conflict have been removed by the lapse of time into the hazy past, and a new generation, however ready it may be to honor those who fought the battles of the South, is likely to form its idea of their appearance from the conventional military type.

The Confederate soldier was not an ordinary soldier, either in appearance or character.

With your permission I will undertake to draw a portrait of him as e really appeared in the hard service of privation and danger.

A face browned by exposure and heavily bearded, or for some weeks unshaven, begrimed with dust and sweat, and marked here and there by the darker stains of powder - a face whose stolid and even melancholy composure is easily broken into ripples of good humor or quickly flushed in the fervor and abandon of the charge; a frame tough and sinewy, and trained by hardship to surprising powers of endurance; a form, the shapeliness of which is hidden by its encumberments, suggesting in its careless and unaffected pose a languorous indisposition to exertion, yet a latent, lion-like strength and a terrible energy of action when aroused.

Around the upper part of the face is a fringe of unkempt hair, and above this an old wool hat, worn and weather-beaten, the flaccid brim of which falls limp upon the shoulders behind, and is folded back in front against the elongated and crumpled crown.

Over a soiled, which is unbuttoned and button less at the collar, is a ragged grey jacket that does not reach to the hips, with sleeves some inches too short.

Below this, trousers of a nondescript color, without form and almost void, are held in place by a leather belt, to which is attached the cartridge box that rests behind the right hip, and the bayonet scabbard which dangles on the left.

Just above the ankles each trouser leg is tied closely to the limb - a la Zouave - and beneath reaches of dirty socks disappear in a pair of badly used and curiously contorted shoes.

Between the jacket and the waistband of the trousers, or the supporting belt, there appears a puffy display of cotton shirt which works out further with every hitch made by Johnny in his effort to keep his pantaloons in place.

Across his body from his left shoulder there is a roll of threadbare blanket, the ends tied together resting on or falling below the right hip.

This blanket is Johnny's bed. Whenever he arises he takes up his bed and walks.

Within this roll is a shirt, his only extra article of clothing.
In action the blanket roll is thrown further back, and the cartridge is drawn forward, frequently in front of the body.

From the right shoulder, across the body pass two straps, one cloth the other leather, making a cross with blanket roll on breast and back.

These straps support respectively a greasy cloth haversack and a flannel-covered canteen, captured from the Yankees.

Attached to the haversack strap is a tin cup, while in addition to some odds and ends of camp trumpery, there hangs over his back a frying pan, an invaluable utensil with which the soldier would be loth to part.

With his trusty gun in hand - an Enfield rifle, also captured from the enemy and substituted for the old flint-lock musket or the shotgun with which he was originally armed - Johnny reb, thus imperfectly sketched, stands in his shreds and patches a marvelous ensemble- picturesque, grotesque, unique - the model citizen soldier, the military hero of the nineteenth century.

There is none of the tinsel or trappings of the professional about him. From an esthetic military point of view he must appear a sorry looking soldier.

But Johnny is not one of your dress parade soldiers

He doesn't care a copper whether anybody likes his looks or not.

He is the most independent soldier that ever belonged to an organized army.

He has respect for authority, and he cheerfully submits to discipline, because he sees the necessity of organization to affect the best results, but he maintains his individual autonomy, as it were, and never surrenders his sense of personal pride and responsibility.

He is thoroughly tractable, if properly officered, and is always ready to obey necessary orders, but he is quick to resent any official incivility, and is a high private who feels, and is, every inch as good as a general.

He may appear ludicrous enough on a display occasion of the holiday pomp and splendor of war, but place him where duty calls in the imminent deadly breach or the perilous charge, and none in all the armies of the earth can claim a higher rank or prouder record.

He may be outre and ill-fashioned in dress, but he has sublimated his poverty and rags.

The worn and faded grey jacket, glorified by valor and stained with the life blood of its wearer, becomes, in its immortality of association, a more splendid vestment than mail of medieval knight or the rarest robe of royalty.

That old, weather-beaten slouch hat, seen as the ages will see it, with its halo of fire, through the smoke of battle, is a kinglier covering than a crown.

Half clad, half armed, often half fed, without money and without price, the Confederate soldier fought against the resources of the world.

When at last his flag was furled and his arms were grounded in defeat, the cause for which he had struggled was lost, but he had won the faceless victory of soldiership.

Written by G.H. Baskett, Nashville, Tennessee.
Published in the Confederate Veteran, Vol. I, No. 12
December 1893