Mrs. C.G. "Hattie" Richardson of Brunson, Georgia, was quite young when war broke out between North and South. The following interview is from American Life Histories, 1936-1940. One of things she could recall about the war years was her brothers riding off from the family plantation to go to war. Her next recollection of the War between the States was news of Sherman's Union army approaching the family plantation. What does Mrs. Richardson have to say about the conduct of Sherman's soldiers? How did Hattie and her family respond to the Yankee soldiers?
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From the time she watched her brothers ride away to war, Mrs, Richardson says her memory seems to be a blank until the news came that Sherman's army was on the way. She recalls the great excitement on the plantation then as slaves and members of the family scurried about picking valuables and food preparatory to leaving home for the upcountry. The Brunsons had planned to travel with their neighbors in a sort of caravan to escape the path of Sherman's march and the five Brunson children were thrilled at the prospect of traveling. The day came on which they were to start and she remembers the disappointment they all felt when her mother, sitting at the breakfast table, announced that she had decided not to leave, but remain and take her chances with the Yankees right in her own home. Their nearest neighbors, the Richardson family, whose plantation adjoined their own and whose son, Dr, C. G. Richardson, the little Hattie Brunson later grew up to marry, decided to remain at home, also.
The change of plans necessitated a lot of work to hide food and valuables. Food and articles of values were secreted in the walls of the house and buried in the lot where they were covered with dirt and manure. Mr. Brunson, who was beyond the age limit and did not get into the army until toward the last, divided all the meat and provisions which he was unable to hide between his slaves, as he did not believe the Yankees would take food from them. At last they saw Sherman's army marching up the road. Five men approached first and searched Mr. Brunson, but found nothing. He had taken the precaution of giving his oldest daughter, a girl of about fourteen, his much prized watch several days before and Mrs. Richardson accompanied her sister into the woods where they hid it beneath the gnarled root of a large tree.
The soldiers entered the house and plundered it from cellar to attic. They ripped open mattresses and pillows, scattering feathers and cotton everywhere, and took whatever they fancied. Mrs. Richardson tells how they took the children's rag dolls and tore then to pieces before their eyes. However, they saved their best-beloved china dolls by hiding then on their persons. Having wrought havoc to their satisfaction in the house, the soldiers then proceeded to destroy what they could on the outside. The gin house, full of cotton, was just across the road from the house and this they set on fire. They killed all the chickens, hogs and cattle for their own uses, and what they could not use of the flour, rice and grits, they emptied together on the ground. They carried off all the horses and mules and left the plantation bare of all food. Fortunately, they did not burn the house, and also missed a lot of cotton which Mr. Brunson had stored in an empty house on the place. . . .
Sherman's army was three days in passing the plantation and pitched camp
on the Richardson place a mile away. From there, foraging parties would descend upon the
Brunson home all during the day and night. If they found any of the children eating, they
would snatch the food out of their hands and throw it away. The only food they had while
the soldiers were in the vicinity were potatoes which their mother baked in the fireplace
and they learned to slip the potatoes in their clothes when they heard soldiers coming.
Once five officers visited their home and looking about at the disorder, inquired of Mrs.
Brunson whether their soldiers were responsible. Mrs. Brunson, a quiet, retiring woman,
spoke up with withering sarcasm: "You don't think I did it, do you?" They told
her that she could have had a guard around her home if she had asked for it and she
retorted that she had asked and had been refused. Spying the piano, one of the officers
sat down and played a merry tune while another danced about the room. Mrs. Richardson says
she never heard that tune before or since until recently when she heard it over the radio.
It brought back to her vividly that scene of 73 years ago.