From the series: Mathew Brady Photographs of Civil War-Era Personalities and Scenes
The Second Battle of Bull Run ended in defeat for Union forces under Major General John Pope by Confederate General Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia on August 30, 1862, a little over a year after the first Battle of Bull Run in the same area.
"he could forgive nothing in this evening. but it was too like other evening, this town was too like other town, for him to move out of this lying undressed on the bed, even into comfort or despair. even the rain—there was often rain, there was often a party, and there had been other violence not of his doing—other fights, not quite so pointless, but fights in his car; fights, unheralded confessions, sudden lovemaking—none of any of this his, not his to keep, but belonging to the people of these towns he passed through, coming out of their rooted pasts, out of their remaining in one place, coming out of their time. he himself had no time. he was free: helpless."
This was our Summer ‘07 project. Tom Hambright did the hard work of scanning and captioning the 577 cards in the collection. I had the easier task of creating the JPEG derivatives, uploading and tagging the images. Being a gracious gentleman, Tom allowed me to scan the last card. And then, without pausing for a breath, asked what our next project might be. This is a collection of nearly 600 military passes issued to civilian workers in Key West during WWI. Fields on the passes include name, occupation, nationality, employer. They should be useful for genealogists and historical researchers of all disciplines. We appreciate your comments, corrections and contributions. -Anne Layton Rice
Execution of Mary Surratt, Lewis Powell, David Herold, and George Atzerodt on July 7, 1865, at Fort McNair in Washington, D.C.
"these minor impressions had formed him. they had washed away long ago, only to reappear, reconstituted. they kept distracting him, like pieces of landscape viewed from a train. the landscape was familiar, but certain things always jolted him, as if seen for the first time."
"as quietly variegated as a handful of sand, that he could discern only now, under the lamplight."