One of the third things that really struck me by the diary entries of southern women during the Civil War was the disparity between places and lifestyles. By 1863, most of the South was woefully suffering. A young lady from Georgia, teaching on a southern plantation in Eufaula, Alabama recorded the measures they took to live.
Berries from the dogwood tree were used to make quinine (a pain medicine) since the usual plants it was made from was unavailable. Blackberry roots were pulled up and stewed into a cordial for dysentery, though if people were fortunate enough to have a persimmon tree, very ripe persimmons were preferred. Since "bicarbonate of soda" used in the raising of bread was no longer available because of the blockades, women discovered the ashes from burned corncobs would work just as well. (I don't even want to know how they found that out or if it changed the flavor of the bread any.) They learned to make their own yarn, knit, and take an indigo bush to make a dye to color the knitted garments either green or blue. Pine straw and palmetto leaves were braided into hats, baskets, fans, and mats. Okra seeds were roasted and ground to make a coffee substitute (as were other things, but okra seemed to resemble the real thing the best; browned yam potatoes were the second best recommendation for coffee grounds.)
Candles and the wax to create them were a very big issue. At one home Miss Hague visited, the neighbor had gathered the little prickly balls from the sweet gum tree, soaked them in melted lard, then placed them in bowls of oil. She was fascinated by the "fairylike lights". And shoes? Those were knit, resewn, resoled with whatever was available until they were totally unwearable.
And from a very young girl in Richmond, where parties and balls continued...
The saddest entries to me were the women living in Richmond who could see the parties and fests taking place, but were going without supper and receiving letters from their boys in the fields who were literally starving. One of the hospital nurses recounted receiving prisoners from an exchange who were dying from starvation. They expected the south to provide for their prisoner's meals. She said if they ever curled into a fetal position, even with being fed broth, then they wouldn't survive more than two days. One of the prisoners said curling up helped ease the hunger pains.
We have a lot to be thankful for.
Berries from the dogwood tree were used to make quinine (a pain medicine) since the usual plants it was made from was unavailable. Blackberry roots were pulled up and stewed into a cordial for dysentery, though if people were fortunate enough to have a persimmon tree, very ripe persimmons were preferred. Since "bicarbonate of soda" used in the raising of bread was no longer available because of the blockades, women discovered the ashes from burned corncobs would work just as well. (I don't even want to know how they found that out or if it changed the flavor of the bread any.) They learned to make their own yarn, knit, and take an indigo bush to make a dye to color the knitted garments either green or blue. Pine straw and palmetto leaves were braided into hats, baskets, fans, and mats. Okra seeds were roasted and ground to make a coffee substitute (as were other things, but okra seemed to resemble the real thing the best; browned yam potatoes were the second best recommendation for coffee grounds.)
Candles and the wax to create them were a very big issue. At one home Miss Hague visited, the neighbor had gathered the little prickly balls from the sweet gum tree, soaked them in melted lard, then placed them in bowls of oil. She was fascinated by the "fairylike lights". And shoes? Those were knit, resewn, resoled with whatever was available until they were totally unwearable.
And from a very young girl in Richmond, where parties and balls continued...
"Wish I had been taught to cook instead of how to play on the piano. A practical knowledge of the preparation of food products would stand me in better stead at this juncture than any amount of information regarding the scientific principles of music. I adore music, but I can't live without eating -and I'm hungry! I want some chicken salad, and some charlotte russe, and some oxpalate, and corn muffins! These are the things I want, but I'll eat anything I can get! Honestly, our cuisine has become a burning question..."This made me laugh a little, but it's true. I think even in this day and age we sometimes confuse what a true education is with what is fashionable at the moment. Even though I've now "lived" through three wars, I have never had to sacrifice or suffer because of them (though I do believe part of our economic troubles now are from not sacrificing to pay for the Afghanistan and 2nd Iraqi War these last few years).
The saddest entries to me were the women living in Richmond who could see the parties and fests taking place, but were going without supper and receiving letters from their boys in the fields who were literally starving. One of the hospital nurses recounted receiving prisoners from an exchange who were dying from starvation. They expected the south to provide for their prisoner's meals. She said if they ever curled into a fetal position, even with being fed broth, then they wouldn't survive more than two days. One of the prisoners said curling up helped ease the hunger pains.
We have a lot to be thankful for.
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