Off to Yemassee, SC and The Oaks @ Point South RV Resort 3/4/2009

We got up early had breakfast, packed up and off we went after we got gas, damn gas went up 12c a gallon in one day, it was 2.53 on Wed and on Thurs it was 2.65. We had about a 200 mile drive and it was uneventful except for the lack of rest areas along the way. Damn South Carolina has closed all the rest areas because of the budget. We got to the campgrounds about 1:30, got all set up and loaded 3 caches close to the campgrounds in the GPS and off we went. Let me tell you the area we are staying in is very desolate and the towns nearby are very very small. We did a traditional cache and a 3 step multi-cache and then did a great virtual cache at the Ruins of Old Sheldon Prince William's Parish Church. This beautiful church was built in 1745 as the church of Prince William Parish. It was burned by the British in May 1779. Rebuilt, it was burned again on January 14, 1865 by troops of General Oliver O. Howard, commanding Sherman's right wing coming out of Beaufort. The walls remain today and it is a spectacular place to visit. For Chaplain Joseph Furse, the great-grandfather of Pierce Countian Sam Owens, and other Confederates the local history around Pocotaligo did not seem to be the most important item in their lives in 1861. For the Englishman William Bull, born 1683, who had helped establish the Sheldon Church, the Pocotaligo vicinity was now home. This location had become the core of his family's existence. Here entombed inside "his" church are the remains of a man who had been an honorable member of the Colonial House of Commons from 1706...1719, colonel of the Berkley County Regiment during the Tuscadora and Yemassee wars, Lord Proprietors Deputy and holder of many other leadership positions.
This place had been sacred to William Bull and his family, who had emigrated from Warwickshire, England. Happenings here, as the colonies became states, meant a great deal to him, but he was dead and buried beneath a slab in his church. He would not know that a renown military man, Robert E. Lee, would visit here or that a General William T. Sherman would burn it a second time in 1865. Neither would Sam Owen's Great-Grandfather Joseph J. Furse, whose letters had ended before either officers' campaigns. Today, the majestic outline of the old Sheldon Church still stands in the deep forest. These ruins, reported not to be on any map, was once Church of Prince William's Parish, built between 1745 and 1755, before the American Revolution. It followed the Greek temple imitation in America, with impressive Tuscan columns, towering walls and massive arches. The British army burned it in 1799 during the Revolutionary War. It was rebuilt in 1826 and renamed Sheldon Church of Prince William's Parish, only to face conflagration again at the hands of Sherman's arsonists in 1865 during the Civil War. Joseph, writing from the same area in 1861, speaks of getting items from home: "... I received the Carpet Bag - with articles sent. You can have no idea how dirty it gets in Camp. Standing (at) our lightwood knot fire, we are smoked almost black...." Then the serious note: "...the Yankees are in sight all of the time and often fire on the guards...." Pocotaligo, missed today if one blinks his eye while traveling the trail, stands tall now. It is pinpointed as a battlefield. It will be remembered in many places in years to come as the place where "21 men were killed and 37 wounded or captured by the Rebs in the Battle of Pocotaligo." Lehigh County's Pennsylvania's Soldiers & Sailors Monument underscores it just as it does those lost at Antietam and Chancellorsville; however, many of the Yanks who were involved in this section of the world saw it as the Battle of Tullifinny, referring to the Tullifinny River that runs through the area.
But, now Joseph Furse, along with the others at Camp Martin in Pocotaligo, wondered where this coming conflict, which now seemed to be lengthening, would take them. Had he lived, this farmer-minister-soldier, like all his peers, would have witnessed the tragic ending of one way of life and the beginning of another, vastly different existence. "I often get homesick. ...," the soldier confessed, adding that a friend says that it is evident because "...he says he can see it in my countenance very plainly. ... Our company will all be uniformed in a few days. We are not armed ... At night, some are enjoyed in reading the Bible or prayers - some playing on the violin - some singing all sorts of songs - and a great many other amusements, all going on at the same time." Then an abrupt change in the letter: "The cars are now passing --Good bye. We are just called off to attack the Yankees at Mackey's Point...." On December 6, 1861, again from Camp Martin, Pocotaligo Station, South Carolina: "... I have been quite sick with influenza since I last wrote you, but I am happy to say that I am much better. ... I know not what moment I may be called into battle. Should I be killed, I know that I will die in a glorious cause and find that God will be with me through all trials and finally save me in His kingdom. I often dream and think of you all. Though absent in person, I am present in thought and feeling with you...." Chaplain Furse's last letter, December 10, 1861, reveals that his "cold is much better" and that the weather is most changeable at Pocotaligo Station. "...There is a good deal of sickness in camp, mostly colds, nothing of a serious nature. Some sixty men from this regiment went down on Beaufort Island the other day. This Colonel, with several men, went on ahead scouting the Yankees and ran into an ambush. ... One man was shot several times, and it is reported that we killed him and wounded some others...." Victory was not achieved this day "for the Yankees ran." The Unionists, at this time, were stationed at Port Royal, near Beaufort, South Carolina. As the fighting narrowed for the Rebs and Yanks, Colonel Martin, Furse's commanding officer, heard the Northern officer shout, "Stop! You damned rebels!" Furse writes for the last time: "We are in the midst of exciting times. Our country is in a prickly condition, and it becomes every man to come to its (care). ..." Furse is dead of one of the many diseases that are a curse of camp life. It is the late fall of 1862 when Colonel Robert E. Lee, on assignment to establish defenses along the Southern coast, visits the home of Mrs. George C. Mackey, near Pocotaligo. This locale is again described as one ready for attack: "As fortification, the Coosawhatchie River was blocked with heavy timbers, and guns were mounted along Bees Creek and adjoining streams. Local action began in May, 1862. A Federal force came up Broad River from Port Royal Sound and landed at Mackey's Point. Then they proceeded along the road to Pocotaligo, hoping to destroy the then- new Charleston and Savannah railway track. A small force of 110 Confederates managed to stop them by encirclement at the Tullifinney River bridge...," records Grace Fox Perry. Pocotaligo is no more the village it was during the Civil War years. In fact, very little is found to show where once- upon-a-time Camp Martin's fires lit the darkness, and where, during one of America's saddest eras, a young chaplain, in that firelight, wrote to "My dearest wife."
After finding what we needed it was back to the coach for dinner and to watch some tv. Well until next time we love and miss you all. Mom & Dad Dori & Dick