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Sarah Ann DEVEREUX GARRISON LANDRUM Despised Yankees!
Sarah Ann DEVEREUX GARRISON LANDRUM was not happy when the traitors of the South had to surrendered to the North after Grant. I was drawn to this snippet from the The East Texas Historical Journal because of her ties to friends in Caddo Parish, Louisiana where my Mother’s Ancestors were potentially enslaved. It definitely puts a different focus on the character of <b style=”font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; color: var(–bb-body-text-color);”>Sarah Ann DEVEREUX GARRISON LANDRUM. There’s no mention of my ancestors, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t happy to free them.
On the eve of the Civil War Sarah Devereux was most probably in a highly solvent financial condition. The census of 1860 listed thirty-three year old Sarah with real estate valued at $70,000, the second highest figure recorded in Rusk County, and she had a personal estate of $66,000. With the out.break of the Civil War, Sarah Devereux faced re.al hardships in running the huge plantation.
To exist and to manage a plantation the size of Monte Verdi during the Civil War must have been a real struggle. Tremendous supplies were needed for the working force. of slaves, and shortages of all kinds became acute. Huge requisitions were made on the produce at Monte Verdi; taxes increased each year.
Word concerning the collapse of the Confederacy was received in Rusk County on April 12, 1865, when Robert Bruce RICHARDSON, a Henderson resident, wrote the following lines in his diary: “Oh, God Lee has s rendered! We are lost.”
The following month, on May 29, Robert Bruce RICHARDSON noted the Confederate Army had disbanded, and ‘We are a conquered people.”
Sarah sometimes heard from her old. friend, Mr. M. A. HARCOURT, who wrote on April 22, 1872, during the Reconstruction era:
“Spring Ridge Caddo Parish (Louisiana)
Dear Friend,
Looking over my “old letters,” I find one, that I prized highly, and had laid it with my other treasures, reading it over, it carried me back to our dear sunnie faced, blue eyed friends whom I loved so well. those when happy days, before the hateful Yankee poluted our once happy homes it seems since they come among us, and have located themselves in our beautiful South, that their stinking, poisonous breaths tum to ice, and freeze every thing it touches, this has been the most were Winter we have ever had at the South and I attributed it to the sojourn of the Yank’s among us, Oh my Friend, when I think of the degradation of a surrender of our country to the Yankee’s, I hate too much, to think of despising them, to have to submit to Yankee domination, is more than my proud Southern blood can bare at times, God only enable us to bear it with christian fortitude but I may be tiring, and will stop. My relatives are all on the other side of the question, and often tell me, I must stoop too, and kiss the rod with which I’m beaten. ”
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