Civil War Hospital Ship

The U.S.S. Red Rover, a captured Confederate vessel, was refitted as a hospital ship.

Evolution of Civil War Nursing

The evolution of the nursing profession in America was accelerated by the Civil War.

The Practice of Surgery

Amputations were the most common surgery performed during the Civil War.

Army Medical Museum and Library

Surgeon-General William Hammond established The Army Medical Museum in 1862. It was the first federal medical research facility.

Civil War Amputation Kit

Many Civil War surgical instruments had handles of bone, wood or ivory. They were never sterilized.

Monday, March 2, 2015

DARPA Is Working on Prosthetics That Will Let Amputees Feel Again

By Daniel Howley, Technology Reporter, 2-12-15

The techno wizards at the government’s Defense Advanced Research Project Agency (DARPA) want upper-limb amputees to feel the sensation of touch again.

The Hand Proprioception and Touch Interfaces, or HAPTIX, the latest program in DARPA’s ongoing bid to improve prosthetic technologies for injured service members, is working to equip future prosthetics with a sense of touch.

In announcing the project, DARPA explained that despite the myriad improvements in prosthetics technologies in recent years, amputees still lack the sensation of touch. That not only means that wearers can’t feel things they touch with their prosthetics, they also have issues with limb positioning and movements.

If a touch sensor is also incorporated, amputees would be able to perform more fine-motor skills. Adding touch to a prosthetic device would make amputees more likely to wear the device. What’s more, the program is also seeking to eliminate so-called “phantom limb” pain, the painful sensations amputees can feel where their amputated limb once was.

In a statement posted to DARPA’s website, program manager Doug Weber said, “The ultimate goal for HAPTIX is to create a device that’s safe, effective, and reliable enough for everyday activities.”

This isn’t some pie-in-the-sky idea unlikely to come to fruition. DARPA is already working with several universities and laboratories to bring touch capabilities to prosthetics within the next four years, and it says it plans to “initiate take-home trials of complete, FDA-approved HAPTIX prosthesis systems within four years.”

Right now, DARPA researchers are working to create a virtual interface for HAPTIX before stepping up to actual prosthetics.

DARPA also recently showed off the fine-motor skills its prosthetics program has managed to reproduce in two new videos posted to YouTube. In the first video, an amputee uses a prosthetic device to grip and climb a rock wall.

A second clip shows two amputees performing a variety of tasks: using a spoon, picking up a grape, passing a ball to someone else wearing a prosthetic, and even grabbing on to a water bottle, something that is especially problematic, due to the fact that it is slippery, can deform to the pressure of touch, and contains a liquid.

With so many new advances in the field of prosthetics, the future is looking brighter for amputees.

From: yahoo.com

Civil War Casualties

By Robert Jones
Author & Online 19th century and Civil War antiques

Trying to understand Civil War casualties today is almost beyond the average person’s comprehension. During the mid-19th century death was a part of everyday life – being common for both old and young, usually by disease. But no one was prepared for what the Civil War would inflict upon the country.

Two and a half percent of the population would die – the battle of Antietam alone had more than all previous wars combined. It is estimated at over 650,000, but if you add in the veterans who would later die as a result of the war, it would be closer to 1,000,000. Today it would be like losing seven million – like I said, hard to imagine.

The average soldier was far from home and family and all he had was his comrades and perhaps a picture of a loved one. He would often form a pact with a friend in the event he was wounded or killed. They would write to each other’s family to let them know what happened and to make sure their love was of them when they passed.

On the evening of May 10th, 1864, as the Civil War ground on into its fourth straight year, 26-year-old James Robert Montgomery, a private in the Confederate Signal Corps, wrote a letter to his father back home in Camden, Mississippi, dripping blood on the paper as he wrote, from the horrific arm wound he had sustained a few hours earlier during the Battle of Spotsylvania, Virginia.

“Dear Father. This is my last letter to you. I have been struck by a piece of shell and my right shoulder is horribly mangled and I know death is inevitable. I am very weak but I write to you because I know you would be delighted to read a word from your dying son. I know death is near, that I will die far from home and friends of my early youth but I have friends here too who are kind to me.

"My friend Fairfax will write you at my request and give you the particulars of my death. My grave will be marked so that you may visit it if you desire to do so. It is optionary with you whether you let my remains rest here or in Mississippi. I would like to rest in the graveyard with my dear mother and brothers but it's a matter of minor importance. Give my love to all my friends. My strength fails me. My horse and my equipments will be left for you. Again, a long farewell to you. May we meet in heaven. Your dying son, J. R. Montgomery”

James Montgomery's friend, Fairfax, did write soon thereafter, forwarding some of his effects and assuring his father that he had been conscious to the end, and that he had died at peace with himself and his maker. But it was little consolation. Though the grave had been marked, the family was never able to find it, and was thus never able to realize their fond hope of bringing their dead son home.

Image: James Robert Montgomery Co. A, 11th Mississippi Infantry, and later detailed to the Signal Corps, serving with Major General Henry Heth: Written  May 10, 1864 this blood stained letter from Montgomery in Spotsylvania County, Virginia to his Father Allen V. Montgomery informing that he has been mortally wounded and expressing his desire to be re-interred in his home state of Mississippi. From Museum of the Confederacy Document of the Month.

Susie King Taylor

By Marcie Schwartz

Susie King Taylor was born on a plantation in Georgia in 1848 and allowed to go to Savannah to live with her grandmother in 1855. Despite the harsh laws against the formal education of African Americans, she attended secret schools taught by black women and was tutored by two white youths. In April 1862, she fled to Union occupied St. Simons Island.

Quickly noted for her advanced education, she became the first black teacher to openly educate African Americans in Georgia at the age of 14. She married Edward King, a black officer in the 33rd United States Colored Infantry Regiment, and served as a nurse, laundress, and taught reading and writing to soldiers in his regiment until the end of the war. In 1902, she privately published a book of her experiences as a nurse entitled Reminiscences.

From: civilwar.org


The Youngest Casualty: The Life of Charlie King

By Andy Lefko

Charles Edwin King, eldest son of Pennell and Adaline Bennett King was born in April of 1849. Charlie was the first of eight children born to the couple. Pennell and Adaline owned a tailoring shop and lived in the 100 block of Barnard St. Charlie grew up in a difficult period of our history. West Chester and its Quaker population was a hub on the underground railroad. Slave-catchers were looking for runaway slaves. William Lloyd Garrison and Frederick Douglas had made abolitionist speeches in the county. Charlie would have been about ten years old when the abolitionist John Brown made his famous raid on Harper’s Ferry, VA in 1859. To an intelligent boy like Charlie, we can assume that he heard the conversations of his elders and probably realized how polarized the country was becoming.

After the fall of Fort Sumter in April of 1861, men from West Chester went with their 3 month militia units to Harrisburg to train for the “short” war that would soon begin. Captain Sweney, a grocer from town, was the leader of Company G, of the 2nd PA Infantry Regiment and Charlie headed off with this group with as their Company drummer. However, when the regiment was ordered to the front, Pennell and Adaline ordered young Charlie home to the safety of West Chester. This did not sit well with Charlie and as the Village Record indicates, “He was so taken with going that his father would very frequently at nights, find him settin up in bed, Marking time on the head board of his bed.”

After the Union defeat at Bull Run, the 3 month enlistments were over and the 2nd Regiment came home and in September of 1861, Captain Sweney formed Company F of the 49th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry. On September 12th, 1861, Charlie officially enlisted. The Kings, persuaded by Captain Sweney’s promise to protect Charlie and probably Charlie’s own persuasive powers, allowed him to join the regiment and go off to the front. Soon after becoming company drummer, Charlie was made Drum Major of the entire regiment.

After the winter of 1862, the Spring Campaign had begun and General McClellan’s army was on the outskirts of Richmond. The 49th PVI, was part of Hancock’s Brigade of the VI Army Corps. They had won praise at the Battle of Williamsburg, when they successfully defeated General Early’s brigade on a flanking maneuver around the confederate fortifications. However, those victories were short lived, and the confederate forces pushed Charlie King and the Army of the Potomac back to Harrison’s Landing and eventually off the peninsula. These were hard battles and hard marches. Charlie probably saw death and destruction that he could not have imagined.

In September of 1862, Charlie King was 13 years old and marching after the Confederate army which was attempting to invade Maryland. In Pennsylvania, Pennell had enlisted in the 2nd PA Emergency Militia of 1862 and was stationed on the Pennsylvania - Maryland border. Catching up with the confederates at Sharpsburg, MD the bloodiest day in American history began on September 17, 1862. By this time the glorious vision of a quick and easy war had been shattered, and the battle that would later be dubbed, “Artillery Hell” had begun early that morning in a farmer’s cornfield. However, Charlie King and the 49th PVI, were still miles away from the battlefield, but were on the march by 6 AM.

The following information was taken from Private B.F. Clarkson of Company C, who wrote the following account of the battle: Near the Pry House, they halted and could see and hear the battle on the far right of the Union Line. He noticed that playing cards were scattered along the roads, but there were never any bibles left there. General Hancock rode up to the 49th which was the lead regiment in the VI Corps and said, “Boys, do as you have done before, be brave and true, and this will be your last battle!” They then waded the Antietam Creek and double-quicked to the far right of the Union Line. As they ran they could see off to their left, the fighting happening around the Mumma Farm and wounded men limping. They heard the screams, the roar of cannons, the bursting of shells and the whizz of the minie balls. It was into this environment that fate had drawn young Charlie.

The brigade was formed around three batteries of cannon that were about to be taken by the enemy. The 49th were on the far right of the line protecting Cowan’s guns which lay just North of Miller’s Cornfield and the East Woods. The whole brigade was in an open field. So exposed was the brigade that Hancock was forced to pull the line back to a more protected area near the woods. As this was happening, the confederates were mounting an attack against the brigade, and confederate artillery was ranging in on the brigade from around the Dunker Church. At the appropriate moment the brigade opened a tremendous volley on the approaching enemy and stopped the advance. Simultaneously, the rebel artillery was picking up. Private Clarkson wrote, “I looked into the face of the comrade who stood at my right, and it looked pale as a ghost. Poor fellow I thought, you’re frightened. I wish you were away from here. A few moments later he was knocked to the earth with a grape-shot and taken to the hospital, just then Gus Heller had his feet shot off and a moment later, Charlie King was shot through the body and fell into a comrade’s arms.”

The 49th came onto the battle field around 11 AM, and held the same position the rest of the day. They sustained very few casualties, but Charlie was indeed one of them. Another account in Sgt. Westbrook’s History of the 49th PVI, recalls the events of Charlie's death: “Gus Heller lost a foot on the skirmish line and Charley King of Company F, was shot through the body and fell into the arms of H.H. Bowles of the 6th Maine Regiment.” He then states that Charlie died, September 20th at a temporary hospital nearby.

Eddie Bennett of the 51st PA, who had been wounded at the stone bridge wrote to his father, “I am sorry to hear of poor little Charley King, and will do all that lays in my power to find him, and if I do, I will send you word right away.”

From this point on, accounts vary. Some say, Pennell learned of the news of his son’s death and went right to the battlefield, claimed the body and brought it back to West Chester. And perhaps he is buried here in Greenmount or somewhere else nearby. Another account is that Pennell didn’t learn the news until he returned home after being discharged between September 23-25. Then he went to the battlefield but could not find where Charlie had been buried. The Jeffersonian, a local paper reported in October that when Pennell got to Sharpsburg, he found Charlie’s grave but didn’t bring him home. We know this much, he is not buried at Antietam National Cemetery, nor is he listed in any of the local cemeteries.

So today, we can say that wherever his earthly remains lie, he is home again in spirit, so that his heroic and patriotic service to his country can be remembered forever. His and his parent’s sacrifice was not in vain, people were freed from bondage and a country was preserved so that a democracy built on the will of the majority and the protection of the minority would be preserved. He is a hero in the truest sense of the word, as all of these men and women with flags beside their headstones are heroes, for eternity.

Photo: Monument dedicated to Charlie King, the youngest Union soldier killed in battle during the Civil War. The monument is located in Green Mount Cemetery in West Chester, PA. It was created as a result of an Eagle Scout project by Brendan Lyons and made possible through the generosity of the West Chester VFW and numerous other individuals and organizations.

From: bradburycamp.home.comcast.net


Children on the Battlefield: Heroism and Sacrifice

By Marcie Schwartz

“I told [my sister] I had to go down town,” wrote Elisha Stockwell of Wisconsin, recalling his hasty enlistment at the age of 15 “She said, 'Hurry back, for dinner will soon be ready.' But I didn’t get back for two years.”

While the Civil War was called “The Boy’s War”, the enlistment of youths into the armed forces was not a new phenomenon in nineteenth century. Generations of boys had served in minor roles in armies and aboard vessels for centuries on both sides of the Atlantic. On this subject, President Abraham Lincoln sternly wrote to the Secretary of the Navy Gideon Welles, “The United States don’t need the service of boys who disobey their parents.” Despite the age restrictions and inexperience, a number of young boys did enlist on both sides to find adventure and “take the defiant South and set them straight” or, as one Southern boy pledged, to “die rather than become a slave to the North.”

When Elisha Stockwell signed his recruitment papers, he was not entirely honest: “I told the recruiting officer I didn’t know just how old I was but thought I was eighteen. He didn’t measure my height, but called me five feet five inches high. I wasn’t that tall two years later when I re-enlisted.” For most of the war, the minimum enlistment age in the North was legally held at 18 for soldiers and 16 for musicians, although younger men could enlist at the permission of their parents until 1862. In the South, the age limit for soldiers stayed at 18 until 1864 when it was legally dropped to 17.

There were many different ways that a young boy could get around the legal age limitations. Perhaps the easiest route was to lie about their age to the recruitment officers. Pressured by their superiors, officers often turned a blind eye to the evident youth of willing recruits in order to fill their recruitment quotas. Other recruitment officers who were ministers would use their congregations as recruitment pools. Parishioners were less hesitant to let their boys enlist because their regiment was led by good “Christian gentleman.”

Even schoolteachers used their influence with local recruitment officers to enlist their own students. “The schools in which I had been teaching had more than the usual number of large boys,” recalled Oscar L. Jackson of Hocking County, Ohio “They furnished quite a large squad of recruits of the very best material for good soldiers to start the proposed company.”

If the boy could not get around a stubborn recruitment officer, the line of inquiry then turned to the boy’s parents. When 16 year-old Ned Hutter of Mississippi went to join the Confederate Army, he was honest about his age. When ordered out of line, his father, who was right behind him, stepped in: “He can work as steady as any man, and he can shoot as straight as any who have been signed today.” The officer asked no further questions as he handed young Hutter a pen. Many fathers proved more than willing to help their underage sons sign up, especially when they would be accompanying them. Lt. Cornelius C. White of the Sixty Fourth Ohio was accompanied in December 1861 by his nine-year-old son, Albert, who served as a drummer for the regiment. After enduring the harsh winter and the carnage of the Battle of Shiloh in April 1862, White sent his son home without procuring the proper discharge papers. The boy was listed as a deserter, but company officers looked the other way.

The last resort for boys unable to gain a parent’s consent was to simply run away from home and enlist in another town. Some boys enlisted under a false name so their parents (and the authorities) could not track them down. This method had an unforeseen consequence, though.  The young men who died in battle or in hospitals were only known by their assumed names, leaving families without a clue as to their fate. Also, when applying for government pension benefits 30 years or so hence, some efforts ended in futility because the soldiers they served with could not recall who they were.

ROLES
Once enlisted, the boys would perform a number of important functions within a regiment. Some were regular, enlisted soldiers, but others would become musicians, mounted couriers or runners, hospital attendants, guards, orderlies, chaplain assistants, water carriers, or barbers. At sea, they would serve as cabin boys, galley helpers, and powder boys.

The musicians primarily played either the drums or the bugle. These boys marked the daily routine of the camp by signaling reveille, assembly, officer’s call, sick call, taps, and learned more than 40 distinctive calls to be used in battle. Their music also provided a source of entertainment for the troops as well as a festive flair for parades or regimental reviews. The most important job for these young musicians was to use their music to communicate orders during battle. The notes and beats of the instruments could carry commands quicker than a mounted courier, and father and more clearly than the human voice. Generally drummers were assigned to infantry regiments and buglers were assigned to cavalry or horse artillery as the bugle is more convenient to carry and play while mounted.

Powder boy, or powder monkey, like the position of a company drummer or bugler, was an old one in the Navy. Before the days of fixed ammunition, young boys brought up canvas bags or buckets of powder from the magazine to the gun carriage area, thus the name ‘powder monkey’. The powder monkeys, while technically required to follow the legal age regulations, were usually conscripted based on height and speed rather than age. A legal requirement of four feet, eight inches was placed upon the position as it was vital to be strong enough to perform their task, but also be short enough so they could be hidden behind the ships gunwale as they speedily ran back and forth between the cramped space beside their assigned gun and the magazine. While they were not an official member of the gun crew, they were essential during sea battles and were paid $10 a month plus regular seaman’s rations.

CAMP LIFE
Once enlisted and given a position, there were still unique hurdles for the young boys to get over in camp life. Homesickness was a common problem for soldiers of any age but the boys “were so young they had little real sense of who they were or how they fit into the world. The one solid and reliable thing they knew—their families—had been left behind.”

An immediate material matter was finding a properly fitting uniform. The uniform sizes were standardized during the war and it was difficult to find the smaller sizes, let alone replace them. The officers would sometimes provide a favorite musician with an elaborate, but impractical parade outfit. Enlisted boys were paid and drew supplies like a regular soldier, but they could often not even find the basics such as socks or shoes that came in their size. Sixteen year old Abel Sheeks of Alabama had only the clothes he wore when he ran away from home, but their blue color, much too similar to the Union uniform, made them unsuitable for combat. He scavenged battlefields after each battle, looking for dead soldiers his approximate size. “I must confess to feeling very bad doing this … but I had no other course,” he recalled. “In just a few weeks, my uniform was the equal of anyone’s.”

On the parade ground, young drummers often found it difficult to maintain the regulation 28 inch pace during a march while carrying a standard issue drum. The tedium of drilling was also very hard on a young, restless mind. One young Union boy, quite fed up with the routine, snapped at his sergeant, “Let’s stop this fooling and go over to the grocery.” The drillmaster proceeded to order a corporal to take him out and “drill him like hell.” Afterward, the boy remarked, “It takes a raw recruit some time to learn that he is not to think or suggest, but obey.”

Bullying from the older soldiers also dampened a young recruit’s spirits. Stockwell encountered one soldier who “liked to try all recruits to see if they could fight.” “I didn’t enlist to fight that way,” Stockwell recalled telling the bully, “but if he would get his gun and go outside of the camp, we would stand thirty or forty rods apart, and I thought I could convince him that I could shoot as well as he could.”

These young recruits were also exposed to the previously forbidden adult vices of tobacco, alcohol, gambling and prostitution. Fourteen-year-old James Dickinson got in over his head while serving on board a gunboat on the Mississippi River. After indulging in some rum, he wrote: “[It] made me drunk. I puked on deck and could not stand up.” Dickinson was demoted as punishment.

IN BATTLE
Boy soldiers faced life threatening challenges on the battlefield. Musicians were more often than not unarmed and this could prove fatal should they come into close quarters with the enemy. For many, the realization of what enlistment meant would truly hit home on the battlefield. “As we lay there and the shells were flying over us, my thoughts went back to my home” recalled Stockwell from his experience at the Battle of Shiloh “I thought what a foolish boy I was to run away to get into such a mess I was in. I would have been glad to have seen my father coming after me.”

While there were uniformed underage boys on both sides of the conflict, they rarely encountered each other except in heart wrenching cases like that of Union musician John A. Cockerill, age 16. “I passed the corpse of a beautiful boy in gray who lay with his blond curls scattered about his face,” he recalled as he walked the field after the Battle of Shiloh. “He was clad in a bright and neat uniform, well garnished with gold, which seemed to tell the story of a loving mother and sisters who had sent their household pet to the field of war…He was about my age…At the sight of the poor boy’s corpse, I burst into a regular boo hoo and started on.”

Even boys under the protection of senior officers, like Gen. Ulysses S. Grant’s son, Fredrick Grant, were not immune to the trauma of warfare. “The horrors of the battlefield were brought vividly before me” he recalled from his time in Vicksburg “I made my way with [a] detachment, which was gathering the wounded, to a log house which had been appropriated for a hospital. Here the scenes were so terrible that I became faint, and making my way to a tree, sat down, the most woebegone twelve year old in America.”

Image: Powder monkey on the U.S.S. New Hampshire off Charleston, S.C. (Library of Congress)

Image: Enjoying their time off duty, a few drummer boys play a round of cards with their superiors, Winter 1862. (U.S. Army Heritage and Education Center)

From: civilwar.org



Children in the Civil War

By Marcie Schwartz

Children were an active, enthusiastic, and critical part of Civil War society. They comprised a much bigger portion of the US population in 1860 than in the 21st century, with persons under age 19 making up nearly half of the population (compared to less than 25% today). Children played an important role on the home front supporting the war effort, and many soldiers on both sides invoked the future of their children as to why the war should be fought and won at any cost. A number of children took up arms with their elders and served as enlisted soldiers or regimental musicians. While we don't know how many children enlisted during the Civil War, we do know that around 48 soldiers who were under the age of 18 won the Congressional Medal of Honor for their bravery and service.

From: civilwar.org


Children on the Home Front: Keeping Things Going

By Marcie Schwartz

“In these few months” wrote twelve year old Celine Fremaux of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, “my childhood had slipped away from me. Necessity, human obligations, family pride and patriotism had taken entire possession of my little emaciated body.” Children on the Civil War home front encountered trials, hardships, and violence that forced them to grow up quickly amidst a nation at war with itself.

RESPONSIBILITIES
On the home front, both northern and southern children became critical to the war effort in a variety of ways. Children took up jobs that their fathers or brothers had left vacant or those that their mothers could not manage alone as the new head of the household. Children would help tend to livestock and crops, serve as clerks or helpers for the family business, cook meals, and watch their younger siblings while still trying to attend school. At school, children would build little Fort Sumters of mud and wooden blocks […] put up clothespins for soldiers, ruthlessly slaughtering them with shot from cannons made of old brass pistol barrels fastened to blocks of wood. Thirteen year old Dan Beard of Cincinnati, Ohio recalled making little Jefferson Davises "of potatoes and put sticks in them for legs. We hung the desperate potato men by their necks and shot them with squibs from firecrackers.” In the classroom, patriotism was also alive and well. John Bach McMaster of New York City remembered “every morning after Bible reading, the young woman who presided at the piano would sing a war song, the boys joining in, and that done, a second and perhaps a third would follow.” Many children, however, dropped out of school to support their families, and many others turned to homeschooling when their schools were closed for lack of funding or attendance, or when their schoolmaster went off to war.

“I was ten years old today. I did not have a cake;” mourned Carrie Berry of Atlanta “times are too hard. I hope that by my next birthday there will be peace in our land.” Shortages of these little luxuries, as well as household goods, were common, especially in the less industrialized South, and children were often tasked with making ends meet by sewing clothes and blankets, as well as making soap, candles, and gathering herbs for medicinal purposes. As the war progressed, many children scrabbled to have enough to eat, becoming active participants in the Southern Bread Riots that broke out in most of the major southern cities by 1863. Suffering from a lack of provisions, food and money, children formed looting bands to obtain goods for their families, as evidenced by the ultimatum scratched into a young Richmond girl’s journal: “We are starving. As soon as enough of us get together we are going to take the bakeries and each of us will take a loaf of bread. That is little enough for the government to give us after it has taken all our men.”

ENTERTAINMENT
Despite these hardships, children managed to find ways to entertain themselves. “If it had not been for my books” wrote Emma LeConte of Columbia, South Carolina “it would indeed have been hard to bear. But in them I have lived and found my chief source of pleasure. I would take refuge in them from the sadness all around if it were not for other work to be done.” Reading, either from magazines, dime novels or books, was a primary pastime for children on both sides of the conflict.

In the North, magazines like Student and Schoolmate, The Little Pilgrim, and Our Young Folks were popular and contained numerous age appropriate articles, fictional stories, trivia, songs, games, patriotic plays to be put up, and poems related to the war. Oliver Optic’s produced entertaining wartime adventure tales such as The Young Lieutenant, Fighting Joe, Sailor Boy, and The Yankee Middy. While the magazine’s prose and Optic’s adventure stories focused on the drama and heroics of the war, they also promoted patriotism and virtue and the idea that the reader’s individual actions, no matter how small, contributed to something greater than themselves. Children were also able to obtain more factual accounts of the war like Following the Flag or Days and Nights on the Battlefield, battlefield maps, as well as more sensational dime novels.

In the South, paper, ink, and skilled printers were scarce, so new material was restricted mainly to hymns and bowdlerized textbooks designed to meet the same aims as their northern counterparts: make children aware of the issues that caused the war and to rally support for the Confederate war effort. The new textbooks spouted nationalism with names like The Dixie Primer, A New Southern Grammar, and The Confederate Spelling Book and their contents promoted values and issues pertinent to the southern cause. The 1863 Geographical Reader for the Dixie Children briefly explained the war from a southern perspective: “Thousands of lives have been lost, and the earth has been drenched with blood; but still Abraham is unable to conquer the “Rebels” as he calls the South. The South only asked to be let alone, and to divide the public property equally. It would have been wise of the North to have said to her Southern sisters, 'If you are not content to dwell with us any longer, depart in peace.'”

While books were the primary forms of entertainment at home, children could venture outside of the home for public shows and events, many of which revolved around the subject of the war. Children and their families often frequented plays, concerts, photography displays, magic lantern shows, martial parades, traveling panorama shows, and, in the North, Sanitary Fairs. The US Sanitary Commission allowed communities to directly support the war effort. Dan Beard recalled “every home and every school, parents, teachers and children were picking lint [for the Sanitary Commission] which was carefully placed on a clean piece of paper and used by the field surgeons to stanch the blood.” Held from late 1863 through 1865, Sanitary Fairs, sponsored by the Commission, raised more than four million dollars and provided some much needed levity and entertainment. After paying a small entrance fee, families could purchase donated goods, homemade pastries, locally grown crops, souvenirs, attend concerts and speeches, and gawk at war relics from the Revolution as well as captured Confederate armaments, trophies, and flags. Children would contribute their own handmade crafts to the fairs to be sold. “I made a model of a saddlebag loghouse which was very realistic,” wrote Dan Beard “I proudly carried that all the way to the Sanitary Fair. It was sold for seven dollars and a half, which was a severe blow to my artistic soul, because I really thought it was worth about fifty dollars.”  Chicago closed its schools during the fairs of 1863 and 1865 so children could attend and support this patriotic event, and newspapers from the time depict children around the country running to see the Fair’s “treasury of useful articles, toys and knickknacks” as well as magic shows, ventriloquists, a “Gipsey tent” , and “a very remarkable animal called the Gorilla.”

THE WAR COMES HOME
The “home front”, however, especially in the South, was constantly under threat. Many of the battles were named after the towns that witnessed them, guerrilla raids harassed non-combatants, troops were garrisoned in houses and barns, and both armies left homes in ruins and fields littered with the dead and dying. In besieged cities, the situation for children and their families became desperate as the weeks turned into months of shelling. In Vicksburg, frightened citizens sought refuge in basements and even in caves. One young girl, Lucy McCrae, was almost hit by a shell and buried under flying rocks and dirt. “The blood was gushing from my nose, eyes, ears, and mouth,” she wrote “but no bones were broken.” On November 16, 1864, , ten year old Carrie Berry huddled with his family as occupied Atlanta burned around them: “They came burning the store house and about night it looked like the whole town was on fire. We all set up all night. If we had not sat up our house would have been burnt up for the fire was very near and the soldiers were going around setting houses on fire where they were not watched. They behaved very badly […] nobody knows what we have suffered since they came in.” Smaller southern cities and towns fared no better. In Winnsboro, North Carolina, a young girl witnessed “streets and vacant lots filled with homeless families […] when bringing bedding, raiment or provisions out of their burning homes, these were destroyed by the brutal soldiers. They stole much that was useless to them, for even Bibles were taken.”  A seventeen year old widowed mother from Sandersville, Georgia lamented as soldiers “would walk up the steps of the back veranda on which we stood, and throwing down the hams and shoulders of our meat would cut them up in our very faces.” After the soldiers left with the rest of their belongings, she “knew that now our last hope for food was gone. I went to bed supperless […] sadder now was the thought, 'The cows are killed. I will be so hungry I cannot nurse Baby.'”

The northern home front also came face to face with the horrors of war, especially when armies collided in the town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. On the first day of the fighting, fifteen year old Albertus McCreary watched from his porch as the street filled with “Union soldiers, running and pushing each other, sweaty and black from powder and dust. They called to us for water. While we were carrying water to the soldiers, a small drummer boy ran up the porch, and handing me his drum, said 'Keep this for me.' We were so busy that we did not notice how close the fighting was until, about a half a block away, we saw hand-to-hand conflict. An officer rode his horse up on the pavement and said 'All you good people go down in your cellars or you will all be killed.'” Even when the fighting ceased, townspeople were still left to pick up the pieces of their lives and care for the wounded thrust into their care.

Charles McCurdy, ten years old at the battle of Gettysburg, watched as the wounded in his barn “lay on the threshing floor […]they had received no care and were a pitiful and dreadful sight.” Fifteen year old Tillie Pierce’s house was repurposed as hospital for the wounded of Gettysburg and when she returned home she “fairly shrank back the awful sight presented. The approaches were crowded with wounded, dying and dead. By this time amputating benches had been placed about the house […]I saw the wounded throwing themselves wildly about, and shrieking with pain while the operation was going on. Just outside the yard I noticed a pile of limbs higher than the fence. It was a ghastly sight.” Albertus McCreary’s sister, seventeen year old Jennie, was tasked with rolling bandages. She and her next door neighbors “had not rolled many before we saw the street filled with wounded men. I never thought I could do anything about a wounded man but I find I had a little more nerve than I thought I had. [The first soldier] had walked from the field and was almost exhausted. He threw himself in the chair and said, 'O girls, I have as good a home as you. If I were only there!' He fainted directly afterward. That was the only time I cried.”

CONTRABAND CAMPS
Perhaps the lives most put in jeopardy by the Civil War were those of former slaves and their children. As news of the Confiscation Act of 1861 and the employment of ‘contraband’ (escaped slaves) by the U.S Navy and U.S Army spread, escaped slaves and their families began to congregate at places like Fort Monroe to appeal to become contraband. More than one hundred camps formed around Union held forts or encampments to house the escaped slaves. Despite being a welcome refuge for many, the camps often became overcrowded, and illnesses such as smallpox became endemic in the more makeshift sites. Children maintained an overwhelming numerical majority in the camp and, despite the varied conditions, all camps had a school. Most refugee children and many adults were able to spend at least some of their time in school, often managed by white northern missionaries. The rest of the hours were used to work in the fields to earn enough money to eat, and children as young as ten were send out to labor beside adults and typically given “one-quarter pay.” These camps were the center of the home front experience for escaped slaves, and presented a world of great contrast: they provided a glimpse of freedom, but poor living conditions and disease often ended the dream before it could truly begin.

Photo: This photo of Frank, Frederick, and Alice Humiston was in their father, Sgt. Amos Huminston's hand when he was found dead on the Gettysburg battlefield. (Library of Congress)

Photo: A quartet of African American children sit in the ruins of Circular Church in Charleston, S.C. (Library of Congress)

From: civilwar.org


J. Marion Sims, the Father of Gynecology: Hero or Villain?

By Jeffrey S. Sartin
From: Southern Medical Journal

J. Marion Sims (1813-1884) has been called the Father of Gynecology for his revolutionary approach to treating the diseases of women. He rose from humble origins to become a successful surgeon, teacher, and writer. His innovations included the first successful treatment for vesicovaginal fistula, the first gallbladder surgery, and the introduction of antiseptic principles in all areas of surgical treatment. The Sims position and Sims speculum are eponymic tributes to his accomplishments. In recent years Sims has, however, become a focus of controversy because of his experimental surgeries on slave women. His powerful personality and messianic attitude led him to minimize moral problems, and to bristle against opposition. Ethical principles of autonomy and beneficence are important criteria for evaluating Sims' research. An exploration of the nature of Sims' work and the atmosphere in which he practiced will illuminate the critical ethical questions surrounding Sims' use of slave women as experimental subjects.

J. Marion Sims (1813-1884) has been called The Father of Gynecology, and was the first physician to have a statue erected in his honor in the United States. During his lifetime he treated European royalty and was rivaled only by William Osler in his reputation abroad. He is credited with originating the first successful treatment for vesicovaginal fistula, a common and odious condition in the mid-1800s. He made great strides in introducing antisepsis into the surgical modus operandi. Every day physicians refer to the Sims position and use the Sims speculum, eponymic tributes to his accomplishments.

In recent years, however, Sims has become increasingly famous as a focus of controversy. From 1845 to 1849 he carried out a series of experimental surgeries on slave women that would bring him fame and fortune, as well as controversy. Indeed, controversy dogged him throughout life, even as his reputation grew, fueled by his forceful personality and self-righteousness. It is certainly ironic that an icon of medicine like Sims could be mentioned in the same context as Nazi medical experimenters and the authors of the notorious Tuskegee study on syphilis. An exploration of this apparent paradox reveals as much about the state of medicine during Sims' lifetime as about the man himself.

J. Marion Sims was born in 1813 in Lancaster County, SC, to a father of modest means and a mother from a somewhat more respectable family. Education was for him, like so many other Americans of his background, a ticket out of a hardscrabble and uncertain life. His early college career was undistinguished: I never was remarkable for anything while I was in college, except good behavior, Sims later wrote. At age 20 he had to choose a professional course of study, and he chose medicine by default. I would not be a lawyer; I could not be a minister; and there was nothing left for me to do but to be a doctor. Sims found medicine very stimulating, and worked hard in medical school. Upon graduation in 1835, however, he went back to Lancaster County to establish a practice with more than a little trepidation because of his lack of practical knowledge and experience.

This anxiety was soon borne out by events, as he lost his first two patients, infant children afflicted by persistent diarrhea. Deciding his luck might be better out West, he moved to Alabama in October 1835 and hung out his shingle. He mostly floundered that first year, finding himself compelled to treat grave conditions with the inadequate medical armamentarium of the times. The possibilities of aggressive empiricism were, however, suggested by an early experience in which a patient developed abdominal pain, with certain signs pointing equivocally toward a liver abscess. Sims convinced the reluctant patient to undergo surgery without anesthesia, and later recorded: I think it was one of the happiest moments of my life when I saw the matter [pus] flow and come welling up opposite that bistoury [scalpel].

Sims had an active but uneventful career in Mount Meigs, AL, until 1840, at which time he moved with his young family to Montgomery. We had no money, and always lived from hand to mouth, Sims later recalled of his arrival in the city. In Montgomery he began to make a name for himself as a respectable physician. He boasted of being the first doctor in the South to successfully treat club-foot and cross-eyes.

In the latter part of 1845, Sims' fortune took a decided turn for the better. According to his autobiography, Sims had been referred a young female slave named Anarcha, who suffered from a vesicovaginal fistula as a consequence of protracted labor. Sims pronounced her incurable, and was on the verge of sending her away, when an incident of pivotal importance occurred. A middle-aged woman was thrown from a horse, sustaining a pelvic injury. The young physician, then 32 years old, was called to examine her. His initial examination suggested uterine malposition as the cause of her pain, and in the attempt to examine her more thoroughly he had her squat on her knees and elbows in bed. He then introduced both his forefinger and middle finger into the vagina, and immediately the pelvic organs relaxed and the woman experienced relief.

This experience led Sims to an epiphany: he could use the same unconventional position to examine and treat his patient with the vesicovaginal fistula. That same day he bent a pewter spoon into a crude instrument and introduced it into the vagina of another slave patient named Betsey, and, according to his account, I saw everything, as no man had ever seen before.

This was a literal as well as a metaphorical statement, for Sims was resolved to approach the examination and treatment of diseases of women in a new way. He modified his improvised speculum and began to design instruments for the surgical repair of this condition. Within three months he was ready to try the new techniques on his first slave patient, Anarcha, as well as another half-dozen female slaves with similar fistulae. He set them up in a special hospital building adjacent to his family home, making arrangements with their masters for their upkeep while under his care.

The next 3 years were trying for Sims, as he operated again and again in an attempt to solve the problem of persistent fistulae. He came to realize that closure of the surgical wounds with the standard, unsterilized silk or gut sutures was the cause of the operation's failure. He read of a Virginia surgeon's use of lead sutures and had a local jeweller make sutures of silver wire. This innovation prevented the wound infection which would predictably result in breakdown of the suture line.

When Sims examined Anarcha one week after her thirtieth surgery for fistula repair, he found "no inflammation, . . . no tumefaction . . ., and a very perfect union of the little fistula." In fact, more than that, he knew he was revolutionizing medicine, not just in the form of an innovative surgical technique, but in terms of the approach of physicians to diseases in women.

At the time of this success Sims became chronically ill with a diarrheal illness. He traveled extensively to find the right combination of climate, water, and food to improve his health, and eventually decided to move to New York City in 1853. One year earlier he had published his account of the fistula repair in the Journal of the American Medical Sciences. This article, while well received, was not quite enough to provide Dr. Sims with a suitable medical practice in New York, and he and his family (including now six children) struggled for several years until a fortuitous series of events culminated in the establishment in 1855 of the Woman's Hospital, a publicly and privately funded charity hospital exclusively for the treatment of female disorders. By that time Sims' health had improved, and he was up to the task of moving forward as a charismatic teacher and the leading surgeon on the hospital's staff.

Over the next several decades, Sims' reputation grew. His hospital attracted a core of physicians–Drs. Thomas Emmet, Edmond Peaslee and T. Gaillard Thomas–who may be fairly said to be the progenitors of gynecology as a respected medical specialty in America. Sims, at first the most reticent of men, began to draw crowds of students in the surgical amphitheater, to write prolifically on all manner of diseases, and to lecture far and wide. His fame preceded him to Europe, and he moved there semipermanently during the American Civil War. In 1863 he ministered to the health of Empress Eugenie, wife of French Emperor Napoleon III. That year he began writing his innovative work Clinical Notes on Uterine Surgery, which was controversial but widely read. All over the world doctors read Sims' casual, chatty text and promptly revolutionized their treatment of women's ailments according to its precepts. Its straightforward approach to female diseases was refreshing, and its emphasis on treatment of sterility, including artificial insemination, was ahead of its time.

In the latter part of Sims' career he remained a forceful presence in gynecology. Perhaps his chief mark of distinction was a willful empiricism, the belief that no medical problem was insoluble, given enough thought and effort. He became an expert on pelvic and abdominal surgery, performing the first documented gallbladder surgery in 1878 and helping to usher in the new era of therapeutics made possible through the use of general anesthesia. He authored a highly influential pamphlet heralding the role of Crawford Long of Georgia in discovering ether and helped cement Long's role in the medical history books. He was a forceful advocate for the use of Lister's antiseptic principles in surgery, leading the vanguard for this then-controversial theory. His reputation is only slightly tarnished by his promotion of certain now-discredited techniques, such as cervicotomy for sterility and dysmenorrheaand ovarian removal (ovariotomy, or Battey's procedure) for various physical and psychosomatic conditions then termed hysterical diseases. He was an enthusiastic practitioner of these techniques, but hardly as evangelical as many of his colleagues at the Woman's Hospital, who reflected peculiarly Victorian notions regarding sexuality, organic disease, and mental illness.

After Sims was comfortably ensconced in his New York practice at Woman's Hospital, he began to display a habit of occasional intemperate outbursts which provoked conflict and alienated many of his colleagues. In 1857 he used the occasion of a prestigious address before the New York Academy of Medicine (reprinted as Silver Sutures) to criticize his former protégé Nathaniel Bozeman, who revised Sims' vesicovaginal procedure and had the temerity (from Sims' point of view) to try to claim some of the glory for himself. Notwithstanding the fact that [Bozeman was] without any professional position till I gave it to him, that he is indebted to me for what he could never have obtained without my aid, he appropriates to himself every step of the operation that resulted from my own individual and unaided efforts..., Sims complained in the introduction to his honorary address. He made a lifelong enemy of Dr. Bozeman, a result which would vex Sims again and again over the next 20 years.

In 1870 Sims published a newspaper account of his treatment of a famous actress, Charlotte Cushman, and found himself accused of ethical charges before the New York Academy of Medicine. He received a reprimand for resorting to paid advertising, and betraying the secrets of a patient. This did not have a material effect on his practice, embarrassing though it was. In 1871 Sims was involved with helping to develop emergency medical services for the French during their conflict with Prussia. During a meeting of the American Sanitary Committee in Paris, he engaged in a heated quarrel with an American dentist named Evans. Sims grabbed him by the neck and punched him in the face before being forcibly restrained. Sims left Paris before charges were filed.

In 1874 Sims committed a more critical error. For at least 2 years a great deal of personal animosity had simmered between Sims and the other eminent surgeons at Woman's Hospital, Drs. Emmet, Peaslee and Thomas. A large portion of this was professional jealousy, fueled in no small part by Sims' egotism, which led him to regard Woman's Hospital as his own personal fiefdom. The other board members voted to ban cancer surgery from the hospital and to limit the number of spectators at surgeries. Sims saw these restrictions as aimed directly at him, but kept quiet initially. At the hospital's anniversary party in November (normally a staid affair of good cheer) he let loose. I have never heeded your edict and never will; and if you are aggrieved at this you can have my resignation at your next meeting if you wish it. To his surprise and regret, the hospital board took him up on his offer, and Sims was unceremoniously relieved of his association with the preeminent women's hospital in the country, which he was instrumental in founding 20 years earlier.

In 1875 he was elected president of the American Medical Association, partly based on the efforts of partisans who were upset at his treatment during the Woman's Hospital affair. His tenure was energetic, if not eventful. He continued to spend much time abroad, while managing a small boutique practice in New York. In 1877 he plunged into a reopening of the Woman's Hospital controversy by responding to a pamphlet written by Drs. Emmet, Peaslee and Thomas, and which was highly critical of his behavior. As biographer Seale Harris points out, It was one of the unwisest things he ever did. The resulting publication ensured that J. Marion Sims would continue to nurture enmity for many years until a belated reconciliation with his erstwhile friends and colleagues.

As the accolades accumulated in the latter part of his career, Sims' health declined. He suffered from recurrent episodes of diarrhea throughout his adult life, and in later years was troubled by the angina of ischemic heart disease. In 1883 an ailing Sims dictated The Story of My Life to a young secretary, covering his career up through the Civil War years. It would remain unfinished, cut short by his sudden death due to myocardial infarction on November 13, 1884, less than one day after performing a complicated operation upon a woman of some prominence.

J. Marion Sims has become an icon of medicine because of his accomplishments, which are truly too numerous to mention in a short paper. His keen intellect was always open to innovation. He overcame an unpromising background and the opprobrium arising from his Southern origin to make a name for himself not just in the quintessential American city of culture and knowledge, New York, but also in London and Paris. Monuments bear his likeness in New York City and the capitals of Alabama and South Carolina.

He reflected the heroic ideal in medicine, which became prominent in the 19th century. Famous practitioners such as Jean-Martin Charcot and Francois Broussais (a strong advocate of bloodletting) in Paris; Robert Liston, James Syme and James Young Simpson in Britain; Theodor Billroth in Vienna; and William Halstead at Johns Hopkins in the United States, tried ever more radical cures for challenging conditions. They refused to let Nature merely take its course, but boldly went against the grain of received medical wisdom.

So, Sims fit in with these iconoclasts in his search for new therapies. And yet, the ethical dilemma remains: was it proper for Sims to carry out his experimental surgeries as he did?

The question is bound up in issues of race and class. Sims' neglect of anesthesia illustrates this point. He considered his vaginal surgeries to be minor procedures and did not use anesthesia with either his African-American or Irish-American patients, for the most part. However, he found that upper-class white women could not tolerate surgery without ether. As McGregor states, Throughout his medical career Sims maintained a classbound prescription for the use of anesthesia with an unspoken premise that those women in the wealthy tier were by far the most vulnerable to pain. To be fair, this was not untypical of practitioners in the latter 1800s. Use of ether during surgery and childbirth had been reported in 1846 and 1847, respectively, but only after the Civil War did the surgical use of anesthesia become widespread, and even then cultural values intervened in its acceptance.

Sims was also of his time with regards to race relations. He owned slaves in Alabama, and in fact actually purchased one or more of the slave women he experimented on. After the end of the Civil War he defended the system of slavery in his letters. His writings are littered with uses of pejorative terms for African-Americans. However, he was not a virulent racist, and by all accounts treated black patients politely, if in a patriarchal fashion. In the early postwar period he urged the South to accept the 15th Amendment freeing the slaves, and move on.

While Sims did not disguise the facts of his cases, he did not trumpet them, either. It is implied that he was particularly keen to avoid the details of the women and their situation when he was trying to get established in New York. His 1852 paper on the successful vesicovaginal repair and his 1857 Silver Sutures lecture referred to his patients as healthy young negro women, failing to mention that they were slaves. Early illustrations from his writings show the women as white.

Some critics have suggested that the reason Sims left his native South had more to do with gossip about his immoral slave experiments than with his physical health.[13] In fact, he found himself in a similar situation in New York, as his Woman's Hospital catered to destitute Irish immigrant women, whose inferior social status did not allow them to decline questionable treatments. He was criticized directly for unethical experimentation by his colleagues and the hospital administration during the acrimonious debates of the 1870s: The Lady Managers began to be convinced that the lives of all the patients in the institution were being threatened by these mysterious experiments.

In the end, the critical questions are not whether Sims was biased regarding race and class, or whether he was embarrassed by how others would perceive his past actions. They revolve around standard ethical principles of beneficence and autonomy, judged both by the standards of his times, as well as through the filter of history.

Regarding beneficence, ample evidence exists that Sims wished the best for his patients and for the broader community of female patients. He undertook the experimental treatments on his patients with the understanding that no operation would endanger life, or render their condition any worse. As he wrote mellifluously 12 years after he saw his first case of vesicovaginal fistula, I thought only of relieving the loveliest of God's creation of one of the most loathsome maladies that can possibly befall poor human nature.

However, one inescapable conclusion is that Sims' optimism, tinged with messianic fervor, blinded him to the suffering of his patients and any associated ethical implications. His brother-in-law Dr. B.R. Jones implored him to give up his surgeries, but Sims avowed, I felt that I had a mission . . . of divine origin . . . I could not have ceased my labors if I had tried. With the hindsight of history and a more mature ethical framework, we may ask if Sims' ends justified his means, or, more accurately, if the subjects were merely means to Sims' ends. It is quite clear that Sims falls short of modern Kantian ethical principles: To treat persons merely as means, strictly speaking, is to disregard their personhood by exploiting them . . . without regard to their own thoughts, interests, and needs. In that vein he sketches only the briefest of details of the effect of his surgeries on the health of his patients, and never records the ultimate outcomes. (In fact, arch-nemesis Bozeman scathingly questioned Sims' results after his death.

The concept of autonomy is a similar ethical morass where Sims is concerned. Obviously, slaves had no autonomy, by definition. The Irish patients of Woman's Hospital had little autonomy. Can we judge Sims not by the standards of our times, but by those of his? Critics point out that many contemporaries made medical advances without the use of uninformed captive patients. Kentucky's Ephraim in 1809 performed perhaps the first successful abdominal operation, and in 1842 Georgia's Crawford Long used ether as an anesthetic for the first time, in both cases on informed, free, white patients. James Simpson of Edinburgh, a fierce rival of Sims, was critical of Sims' early work and made the following barbed observation in 1863: I took occasion to make an extensive series of experiments . . . upon the relative qualities of different metallic threads . . . [on] a number of unfortunate pigs, which were always, of course, first indulged with a good dose of chloroform.

ne cannot escape the implication that if it were not for Anarcha, Betsey, Lucy, and the other unknown slave women undergoing dozens of operations without anesthesia while under bondage to Sims, he would have ended up an anonymous practitioner in Alabama. This dependence of the southern professional on chattel slavery was exemplified by J. Marion Sims no less than the masters of cotton plantations. The stain of the most shameful portion of America's heritage cannot be whitewashed when we consider his place in history, even as we recognize his many accomplishments.

J. Marion Sims was simultaneously a man of his time and a man ahead of his time. While it might be concluded that his place in history results from the latter, and any ethical questions arise from the former, the truth is complicated. Though modern critics may not wish to remove Sims' monuments from their current homes, they would not be remiss in asking to have monuments erected beside them to Lucy, Betsey and Anarcha.

From: medscape.com



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