|A Sherman Necktie: Gen Sherman disabled the railroads by |
heating the iron and twisting it.
Once on the road again, the drive to our next destination seemed to take forever. After being disappointed at the pecan grove (the store was closed until October), we finally pulled into Andersonville Prison. Before going to Georgia, I read the book Andersonville Journey, very powerful. In some respects, the author prepared me for the visit. Seeing the cemetery didn’t overwhelm me of which I am thankful. The prison area though gave me pause. Twenty-six acres is huge. I couldn’t get over the enormity of the land mass and realizing every inch of it was filled with Union soldiers living off of practically nothing but small amounts of corn, occasional pork, and dirty water. As typical, I took a lot of photos, but they don’t do the area any justice. How do you capture the past, especially an atrocious past, in a picture with beautiful green grass on a beautiful sunny day? Here are a few that may shed a little light on the area.
|The North Gate|
This is where the prisoners would enter the prison.
|Providence Springs: Sight where lightning struck|
giving the prisons much needed fresh water when
the spring revealed itself.
|The wall of the prison is where the Stockade|
sign stands. A railing stood where the
deadline sign stands. If the prisoners
crossed the deadline, they were shot.
|Civilians (women too) would climb up the|
guard tower to take a look at the prisoners.
I can't imagine climbing up the ladder
in a dress.
|Raiders Graves set apart from the rest.|