The Story Behind the Statue | Union Soldier Monument | Perryville, Missouri | Landmark Landing

 

Union Soldier Monument in Perryville, taken by Jennie Moore

    Hello friends, welcome to the blog. Today's stop is a statue I came across on a walk with my family in downtown Perryville, Missouri. Here we came across a monument for the Union Soldiers of Perry County, Missouri. The inscription reads "In memory of Perry County's Union Soldiers of the Civil War 1861-1865" and below that, "Erected by the Sons of Veterans and Auxiliary 1923". 

    Perry County played an important role in the American Civil War. The diary of Perry County resident Archibald Little Hager tells us that on June 11th, 1861, Brigadier General Nathaniel Lyon was ordered by the Department of War to enlist Missouri's "loyal citizens" to defend against the border state's pro-Southern cause. The following day, June 12th, 1861, there was a muster at the small community of Conrad's Mill in southern Perry County in which 71 men joined the Perry County Home Guard. 

    Conrad's Mill is located in Southern Perry County just about a mile north of the Bollinger County line on the old Greenville Road. Also in 1861, Camp Greason, sometimes called Camp Grayson, was established near Conrad's Mill as a Union training camp. Today, a cemetery called Campground Cemetery is one of the few traces left of wartime in the area. 

    Conrad's Mill derives its name from Columbus Conrad, who built a flour mill in the area sometime around 1856. However, the community's name would later be changed to Millheim, which remains today. Many who pass through Millheim today likely aren't aware of the hamlet's deep history, and role in Perry County's contribution to the Civil War. 

    Next time you pass the Perryville courthouse, tip your hat to the monument of the Union Solider standing guard in the yard. He represents all of those that put it all on the line to ensure our freedom, equality, and democracy. Think of the men that spent time at Camp Greason, and the men that signed their name on the dotted line when duty called at Conrad's Mill. We have them to thank for the United States as we know it today. 

An Abandoned 1790s Mansion | The Bradford-Berry House | Hendersonville, Tennessee | Abandoned

 

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Hello friends, welcome back to the blog. Today I would like to share with you a location I previously explored with my mom in Hendersonville, Tennessee. This is the Bradford-Berry House, a lonely brick behemoth with a deep history. 

    Built in 1795 for Sgt. Henry Bradford, the home was one of the first of its kind in Middle Tennessee. Henry Bradford was born on March 12th, 1758 in Fauquier County, Virginia to William Bradford and Mary (Morgan) Bradford. During the American Revolution, Henry joined the Third Virginia Regiment, later being discharged as a Seargent in 1777. 

Bradford-Berry House, photographer unknown, 1944

 

    For his military service, Bradford was rewarded a 1,000 acre land grant located on Drake's Creek in what is today Sumner County, Tennessee. It is on this grant that the prominent estate, originally called Hazel Patch, was built. The home's bricks were hand crafted on site by enslaved persons borrowed from Bradford's stepfather, William Nash. 

    Henry Bradford's grandson, George Bradford, wrote a partial autobiography that went unfinished. In it, George recalls his grandfather being a slave owner himself, as the enslaved were listed in Henry's will to be split among the children upon his passing in 1815. Unfortunately, records of the Bradford's enslaved are sparse, and I have been unable to find further information on their lives, conditions, or names.

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    In 1887, the home and several hundred acres were sold to Horatio Berry for his daughter, Sarah. Sarah would initiate several renovations to the home, and ultimately rent out the estate until selling it to General Electric in 1969. As of 2023, the property now belongs to the city of Hendersonville.

    Challenges have arisen with the property's deed, slowing the preservation process. However, steps have been taken to correct this. In addition, the Bradford-Berry Preservation Society was created to raise awareness and funds for the home's preservation. Click here to visit their site.

Willis-Bradford Cemetery, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Located within eyesight of the house is the family cemetery. Here lies Henry Bradford and descendants, however, most graves are unmarked today. It is also passed through family oral history that a cemetery for the enslaved exists on the property as well, but details are unknown. Further analyzation on these burials must be done. 

    At the time of this posting, there have been no developments at the Bradford-Berry House. All eyes are on the city of Hendersonville as the clock ticks on. Elements of city expansion grow closer all around the old estate. Preservation helps us elevate the voices lost to time, including those that spent their lives in bondage, building these places with their bare hands. 

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Thank you for joining me to explore another location. Thank you also to my mom, who was willing venture out and tromp around this site with me. I do hope you learned something new and will return to blog in the future. 

Sources:

- The Bradford-Berry House: A Hidden Treasure - Main Street Media of Tennessee

- Historic home’s fate still in question - Main Street Media of Tennessee

- TN city approves possible option to build 100-foot bubble structure behind historic home

- Bradford-Berry House Preservation Society | Hendersonville, TN

- Henry Bradford Family

    

The Restoration of a Civil War Landmark | The Iron County Courthouse | Ironton, Missouri | Landmark Landing

Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, Christmas 2020

    Hello friends, welcome back to the blog. I wanted to discuss one of my favorite local historical buildings, the Iron County, Missouri Courthouse. It has recently undergone a transformation, and I wanted to share the updated appearance with you. For decades, the courthouse has sported red paint with white trim. My grandfather, Winfred Grogan was actually one of the painters hired with the task of painting the courthouse many moons ago. Recently, the paint has been stripped away to reveal the raw brick and mortar!

Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    Built in 1858 for $14,000, the courthouse was built in the Federalist and Greek Revival style, even featuring an octagonal gazebo on top. I feel the new look really highlights the Greek influences in the architecture. The project's architect was Henry H. Wright, accompanied by contractors George S Evans and William F Mitchell. A 110-foot addition would be added on in 1964 by architect Hutchens and Frangkiser of Kansas City, accompanied by contractor Bonnot Construction Company out of Ulman. The cost of the addition totaled to $113,241.

The Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    The Iron County Courthouse also saw its share of battle during the Battle of Pilot Knob, also known as the Battle of Fort Davidson on September 26th and 27th, 1864. At the beginning of the battle, rebel troops were advancing on the town of Ironton. Union soldiers were posted at the courthouse, prepared to defend. The fighting soon began with the Confederate's attack, with Federals returning fire from the courthouse lawn. 

Cannon fire damage on Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    The 3rd M.S.M.'s Private Rector was killed by rebel gunfire, and the 47th Missouri Company E shot his killer dead. The Confederates returned with cannon fire, inflicting the damage to the courthouse that can still be seen today. Lt. Simonton and men, including a section of Montgomery's battery, pushed the rebels back to Shut In Gap, when the ordeal ended for the day at sunset on the 26th. 

    A lot of history has taken place here at the Iron County Courthouse since its construction in 1858. My grandparents, Darrell and Rosie Plummer even eloped in this very building in 1954, nearly 100 years after the famous battle took place. It will forever be one of my favorites in the area, and I recommend anyone to pay a visit to the historic courthouse complex when in Ironton. Thank you for reading and I hope you'll join me again next time!

Sources: 

- Iron County - American Courthouses

- Battle of Pilot Knob Historical Marker

- Iron County Courthouse Historical Marker

    

 

Benjamin B. Cahoon, Fredericktown's Most Famous Lawyer | Fredericktown, Missouri | Grave Hopping

 

                                 Headstone of Benjamin Benson Cahoon, taken by Jennie Moore

     Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog. As y'all know, visiting cemeteries is a big part of my work, and frankly a big part of my passion. Rather I visit for a specific reason or am just looking to learn, I often find myself drawn to random graves within the cemetery. For one reason or another, sometimes unbeknownst to me, I'm often gravitated toward a specific headstone among the sea of so many. When I experience this, I snap a picture, and go home to begin my research. I've decided to start writing about my findings, and sharing their stories with you all. Although many of these subjects may not be famous people, I find inspiration in the lives of these everyday persons. It is impossible to predict what is hiding behind the names on each stone. This series may not be for everyone, but I do hope some of you will enjoy and come along on these journeys with me!

    One of the first images I have taken in such a scenario is the one seen above. My dad and I are both interested in local history, so he has accompanied me on many cemetery visits. A few years back, we were visiting the Saint Michaels Church Catholic Cemetery in Fredericktown, Missouri. This cemetery is one of the oldest in the area, so it wasn't long before I found my stone of interest. When I see a stone of this type, it peaks my interest, as it may be a military issued stone. One with this weathering tipped me off that this could be a soldier of the Civil War, perhaps my favorite era to research. Sure enough, it became clear that it was my lucky day as I made my way closer. I had reached the grave of Benjamin B. Cahoon. I liked the name and was eager to know more. 

     Benjamin Benson Cahoon was born on July 7th, 1846 in Wilmington, Delaware. He was brought up in a respectable family, his father being a minister. Cahoon had plans to further pursue education when the Civil War broke out. He would join the Union cause, fighting with the First Regiment of the Delaware Volunteer Infantry, a part of the notable Army of the Potomac. During his service, Benjamin sustained injuries at both Antietam and Gettysburg, two of the bloodiest battles of the war. In spite of seeing the heights of the war's brutality, the young man returned home not only a survivor, but a hero.

    After the war concluded, Cahoon resumed his education, focusing in law. He also made the move to Missouri, settling in Fredericktown in 1868. Here, he established his law practice, understanding that Fredericktown was a growing hamlet with a need for his work. On February 3rd, 1869, Cahoon wed Miss Marie Isabella "Belle/Bella" LeCompte. Bella was born on October 18th, 1847 in Ste. Genevieve, Missouri, a descendant of one of Ste. Genevieve's early French settler families. Together, they would have three children Virginia, Eugenia, and Benjamin Jr. The marriage would last just under twenty years, until Bella passed away after a difficult battle with cancer on January 15th, 1889. She was surrounded by her family, including loving husband, Benjamin. Bella is remembered as a dedicated wife, mother, and member of the church. She is also buried in Saint Michaels Church Catholic Cemetery.

                                                         Benjamin Benson "B.B." Cahoon

    By this time, Cahoon's political career was going well. He had advanced from county attorney to circuit attorney, and had many impressive connections. His success had taken him to Washington D.C., where he met Miss Nancy Owens "Annie" Fisher, daughter of prominent Judge Fisher who was born on Christmas Day 1847. The two wed on March 5th, 1891 in a small but prestigious ceremony. From here, Cahoon continued his career, obtaining a nomination for governor in 1896. He would not win this election, but that set him on a path to pursue another interest of his. Governor Hadley went on to name Cahoon one of the managers of the Farmington Hospital, which still exists today. 

    After a prolonged battle with disease, Annie passed away on October 27th, 1915. She was laid to rest back in her home state of Delaware. Now a widower, Cahoon went on with his practice despite experiencing hearing loss in his advancing age. On July 22nd 1923, tragedy struck the family once again when Cahoon's granddaughter, Virginia Ann Cahoon, was killed in a car accident in Wayne County, Missouri. Virginia was the daughter of Benjamin Jr., and she was only 18 years old at the time of her passing. This is often attributed to be the ultimate downfall of Benjamin Sr.'s health and well being, as his health began to spiral after this incident. 

    On the morning of November 9th the same year, Benjamin Benson Cahoon Sr. passed away in his sleep at his home in Fredericktown. The loss of the community's beloved "B.B." was felt widely, as many paid respect to the man and his impressive career. Cahoon came from humble roots, and was truly self made. From a poor young man traveling west, to a soldier, to a lawyer and politician, Cahoon had done it all. 

    Over a century has elapsed since Cahoon's death, and had I not stumbled upon his stone, I likely would've never known his story. Now you know his story too, and I hope you found it interesting enough to join me on the blog again in the future. 

     

Middle Tennessee's Tent Graves | Polk Bilbrey Cemetery | Overton County, Tennessee | Cemeteries

 

Polk Bilbrey Cemetery Sign taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    In 2017, my mom and I traveled to Overton County, Tennessee on a quest of genealogy. We have deep ancestral roots in the area, prompting us to make the six-hour journey from southeast Missouri. One of the stops we made upon arrival was the Polk Bilbrey Cemetery, one of the most fascinating cemeteries I've ever visited. This was my first time seeing tent graves, which immediately grabbed my attention. American and Confederate flags decorated the graves, marking the resting places of many soldiers from both the Civil and Revolutionary wars. 

Tent Graves in Polk Bilbrey Cemetery taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    So, what are tent graves? Primarily a trait of middle Tennessee, tent graves, also sometimes called "comb graves" first appeared here in the early 1800s. They consist of a tent-like shape formed by stone slabs over the burial. These graves can also be found in other southern states, but it is Tennessee where the phenomenon is most prevalent. Why exactly these graves came to be is debated, theories range from simply deterring digging animals to perhaps a spiritual significance. Regardless of why, these graves became ingrained in the culture of middle Tennessee.

Polk Bilbrey Cemetery taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    Polk Bilbrey Cemetery sits off a lone gravel road outside of Livingston, Tennessee. As I walked the grounds, I felt a sense of deep wonder and curiosity. I have walked many cemeteries, but none like this one. I was so grateful to have seen these mysterious tent graves with my own eyes. They are truly one of the United States' most interesting pieces of cemetery history. 

Isham Bilbrey Grave taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    Although not a tent grave, a burial that grabbed my attention was that of Revolutionary War soldier Isham Hansford Bilbrey, namesake of the cemetery. Bilbrey was born in 1765 in North Carolina to Thomas and Sarah (Smith) Bilbrey. He married Ruth Sellers in 1788, and they went on to have thirteen children. Isham served in the Continental Line in North Carolina during the Revolutionary War, surviving his service and passing away at age 81-82 in Overton County, Tennessee. He has the second earliest documented birth year in the cemetery.

    Thank you all for joining me on another journey. I hope you enjoyed this stop and leaned something new, I certainly did. Polk Bilbrey is one of the most interesting cemeteries I've had the pleasure of visiting, and I hope to encounter more tent graves in the future. If you have ever visited tent graves, or any unique graves for that matter, I'd love to hear about your visit in the comments. Until next time, take care friends. 

A Civil War Soldier's Widow in the 1950s | Nancy Jane "Aunt Nan" Dosing | Flat River, Park Hills, Missouri

 

Nancy Jane "Aunt Nan" (Whaley) Dosing c. 1949

    Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog! In today's article, I want to share with you the life of a very interesting and beloved local woman with quite the unique story. Nicknamed "Aunt Nan" by the community, Nancy left an immense impact on her hometown of Flat River, Missouri. A loving and funny maternal figure to many, Nancy's life and memories are a view into an era of the Lead Belt that is only otherwise captured in the occasional black and white photo. Perhaps the most interesting element of Nancy's story, is that she was the widow of a Civil War soldier, and was the only known local woman to be receiving a Civil War pension that long after the war. Nancy received her late husband's pension until her death in 1958, nearly a century after the start of the Civil War.

Nancy Jane (Whaley) Dosing, younger

    On July 17th, 1870, Flat River couple George and Gillilah (Cobb) Whaley welcomed a baby girl into their family. They would call her Nancy Jane, and raise her in the small farming community in which they had settled. As a child, Nancy lived in a log home, referred to as the Walton house, which sat on the corner of what is now West Main Street and Coffman Street in Flat River, now a part of the city of Park Hills. George Whaley was a farmer, and we know he cultivated corn. In addition to crops, the Whaley family also raised cattle, sourcing their own milk and butter. Click here to read an article about Aunt Nan and her memories from the Lead Belt News written in 1949. 

John Dosing Sr.

    In 1902, Nancy Jane Whaley married a man named John Dosing Sr., who was twenty-six years her elder. He was a widower, father, and stepfather. John was born on April 14th, 1844 in Schmelz, Germany, though relocated to the United States as an infant along with his parents. Here he served in the American Civil War as a member of the Union Army, with the 49th Illinois Infantry, Company G. Although being German born, John was known for his patriotism and was proud to fight for the cause. Dosing entered the service as a Private and exited as a Sergeant. He spent the rest of his career in the local lead mines, as well as being an active member of the community, local churches, and lodges. Like Aunt Nan, John was given the nickname "Uncle John". 

    Together, Nancy and John Dosing raised his children, and also adopted Nancy's niece, Alma. All children were treated as their own, and although Nancy never had any biological children, she became a wonderful and treasured mother. John Dosing Sr. passed away on October 15th, 1918 of an illness he had been battling for about three weeks. At the time of his passing, John was 74, leaving Nancy as a widow at only 48 years old. Nancy would never remarry, living out the remainder of her life, another forty years, in the home she once shared with her husband. 

    It was during these years that Aunt Nan became the figure we remember so well today. Although the only human living in the home, Nancy surely was not without company. Aunt Nan was a known animal lover, having multiple pet birds, and a dog named Prince. Some neighbors may have wished the noisy birds away, but Nancy vowed to keep and care for them, and the neighbors who loved Nancy so, simply learned to cope with the chatter. Nancy could often be seen walking the main drag in Flat River, doing her shopping. Even as she aged, she remained busy, enjoying her daily tasks. Aunt Nan fancied listening to the radio, old-style cooking, and visitors. Until her death, a portrait of her late husband hung on the wall for her to admire. By the 1950s, Nancy Jane Dosing was the only known woman in the area still receiving a pension for being the widow of the Civil War soldier.

    Nancy Jane Dosing passed away on September 15th, 1958 at the age of 88. The Dosings are buried in the Knights of Pythias Cemetery in Park Hills, Missouri (Flat River area). Their story is an interesting one and I do hope you enjoyed hearing it. Thank you for joining me on the blog and I hope you'll join me again in the future. 

    

The Metropolis That Never Was | Future City, Illinois | Small Town Saturday

 

Bruce School in Future City, IL, taken by Jennie Moore

    Hello friends, welcome back to the blog. This week, I want to share with you the community of Future City, Illinois. Future City is located in Alexander County, a part of the "Little Egypt" region of southern Illinois. Founded as a predominantly African American suburb of nearby Cairo, Illinois, Future City first appears on the map in the early 1900s. It was a quickly growing community, and citizens felt optimistic about their young town's future. As a result, the hamlet was given a name that promised prosperity. At this time, neighboring Cairo was experiencing rapid growth, with a population nearing 13,000 by 1900, and exceeding 18,000 in 1905. (I will elaborate further on Cairo in a future series!) This was great news for Future City, and citizens were confident that progress was on the way to their town. 

    Seen in the photo above is Bruce School, the most iconic structure in Future City. Bruce School was opened in 1908, and operated until 1968, according to a local. According to The Cairo Bulletin in 1905, Future City had 200 students attending their schools, nearly all of whom attended the Garrison School. Several newspaper articles reveal that Future City had multiple schools, which were racially segregated, with a separate school being constructed for black pupils in 1907. In 1908, Bruce School was completed and seems to be the first, possibly only school for black children built within Future City proper. The previous school sat about a mile north of town, a long walk for children who were undeserving victims of discrimination. Another school that existed in Future City was Ruth School House, where many residents took shelter after the catastrophic flooding in 1912. Other articles mention schools by the name of Elmwood and Woodside existing around this time as well. In addition, an orphan home would also be opened for black children in Future City.

    After Bruce School's closure, the building would serve as a bar or nightclub under various names and owners for many years. Some of the names associated with the building are the Stork Club, Captain Joe's, The Long Branch Saloon, or Lambert's Lounge. As a nightclub, the former school would build quite the reputation of violence, gambling, and even rumors of prostitution. In spite of this, many locals share fond memories of their time at the nightclub. Some tell of local musicians filling the room with their sweet sound, and dancing until daylight broke. Others recall playing game after game of pool with friends and family. Almost all residents can share fond memories of the owners over the years.

Future City, IL, (Shiloh Baptist Church on far right) taken by Jennie Moore

    Within the first leg of Future City's existence, many amenities came to town, confirming the potential that citizens had seen from the beginning. Future City had homes, churches, stores, gas stations, lodges, and a growing population which had reached 992 in 1905, a 42% increase from the 1900 census. The town saw new jobs, and heavy railroad activity, which included a trolley line that was extended into Future City and neighboring communities. Soon it became apparent that more space for residents was needed, so the village was expanded by adding new streets. Future City was home to The Three States Gun Club, a lumber mill, a steam powered grist mill, and even their own baseball team! By 1910, Future City even had its own mayor, a man by the name of Mr. Kuntz. Things were going according to plan, until one of the things that made Future City so beautiful, turned against its people. 

An article from The Cairo Bulletin from July 19th, 1905.

     Future City, along with neighbor Cairo, sit at the confluence of the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers. The elevation in this peninsula is quite low, only 312 feet in Future City, in contrast to state of Illinois average of about 600 feet. Although great for agriculture thanks to its fertile soil, this region is constantly under the gun, as floods come frequently. In the spring of 1912, tragedy would strike Future City. Flood waters, peaking at 54 feet in Cairo, ravaged the community and left residents sleeping in tents where their homes used to be. Just previous to this, in 1911, a fire consumed two blocks of Future City, destroying four grocery stores and the homes of 25 families. However, the town recovered from the two incidents, was quickly rebuilt, and citizens proved their resilience. Things were looking up, but less than a year would go by before mother nature began to rear her head again.

An article from The Cairo Bulletin, acknowledging local heroes who sprung into action after the flooding in 1912.

        As previously mentioned, Future City and Cairo's location at the confluence of two major rivers, is both a blessing and a curse. The Great Flood of 1913 took place in March of said year, and left behind immense damage in 21 states. From March 23rd to March 27th, most of the Midwest had seen near constant rain. Both the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers would flood, causing catastrophic damage to Ohio and Mississippi Valleys, including many notable cities. The Cairo peninsula being at the meeting point of these two waterways, meant that they were in for double impact. While cities to the north had began seeing flood waters recede on March 28th, waters did not reach peak height in southern Illinois until April 4th-8th, measuring in at a record smashing 54.7 feet in Cairo, which has only been surpassed twice in the 111 years since then. 

Flood of 1913 aftermath in Future City, photographer unknown

    As a result of these events, Future City was left unrecognizable. Cairo faired better, but not by coincidence. During the flood of 1912, the levees around Cairo were compromised. As waters began to rise during The Great Flood of 1913, immediate action was required to preserve the city. Residents of Future City were recruited to assist with sandbagging and reinforcing the levees surrounding Cairo. This would prove to be effective, as Cairo avoided total destruction, but this left a grim fate for defenseless Future City. At this time, 214 structures stood in Future City. As flood waters cascaded into the village, these structures were swept away from their foundations, and deposited messily throughout the landscape. A fleet of motorboats, manned by the Illinois National Guard and led by Cairo's own  mayor, soon arrived in Future City to help. Accounts tell that the National Guard had come with ropes, which were tied around misplaced structures, pulled back into town, and secured to trees to prevent them from floating away once more. Although none were on their correct lots, an impressive 168 of the 214 structures in Future City were saved thanks to their tireless efforts. One waters receded, the structures were able to be moved back to their original locations. Overall, The Great Flood of 1913 was still devastating for Future City, and is often considered the trigger of the town's decline. 

An article from The Cairo Bulletin detailing the flood aftermath as well as reconstruction.

Future City, 1931

    Despite Mother Nature's relentless wrath, the people of Future City persisted. The town never fully recovered from The Great Flood of 1913, but to say Future City's story ends here as many do, would be an injustice. The truth is, although declining, Future City remained populated for decades, and is still home to a handful of families today. Although, it is hard to ignore the deliberate neglect of Future City by local government that had taken place over the course of decades. Future City and surrounding rural areas would be of the last in Illinois to have a mail route implemented. Also, Future City requested for incorporation countless times during the early 1900s, all of which would be denied.

A newspaper article in The Cairo Bulletin from April 26th, 1904, detailing the fight for incorporation.

    An interesting fact about Future City, is that it was never a true stranger to the term "ghost town". During cotton season, a large portion of Future City's population would leave their homes and travel south to pick said cotton for work. As we know, this was extremely labor intensive, and a reminder that black Americans were working on plantations long after the abolishment of slavery. This was mostly due to slim options in the work force as a result of racial discrimination. Even children would partake in the grueling work, with school attendance being noticeably low in active cotton season.

Future City, IL, taken by Jennie Moore

    When researching the people of Future City, something I saw frequently, were draft cards. Several citizens of the town served in the military, especially during World War II. It seems that the children of Future City were instilled with bravery, knowledge, and the desire to help others. When duty called, many from Future City answered that call. We have them, along with the community and culture that raised them, to thank for the freedom we have today. They are among the massive population of African-American veterans that never got the credit and respect they deserve. This honor isn't exclusive to just military however, there have been many upstanding citizens of Future City who had impressive careers.

Donald Lee Purchase (1929-2018), resident of Future City, in Military attire. Purchase was only 18 years old when enlisted to fight in WWII. He is laid to rest at Jefferson Barracks.

Dr. Nathel "Nat" Burtley (1940-2020), resident of Future City, pictured in the 1962 Southern Illinois University yearbook. Burtley later relocated to Flint, Michigan, where he served as the Superintendent for Flint Community Schools District.

Rev. Harold (1909-2000) and Helen (1913-1975) Clemons. Harold was born in Future City, and Helen was from Southern Illinois as well. Harold served in the Military during World War II, was a trucker, and also owned & worked "Harold Clemons Dairy" in the Cairo area at the time he joined the military in 1940. 

The Cawood (sometimes spelled Caywood) Family, from left to right; Sarah "Sadie" (1889- unknown, but no earlier than 1950), Jacob Nelson (1861-1940), Eliza Ellen (1864-1942) (Stewart) Cawood. Sarah is the daughter of Jacob and Eliza. The Cawoods were originally from Indiana, but made the move to Future City sometime between 1900 and 1920. Jacob Cawood was a teamster (an early version of a trucker), among other labor intensive jobs. The couple resided in Future City until their deaths in the early 1940s.

    Today, Future City is quiet, with little to show for its once thriving past. However, anyone from a small community like Future City, knows that the true town identity lies in its people. Future City tells an account of perseverance, community, and the fight for racial equality. It is in places like these where we see the heart, strength, and resilience of black Americans. These communities hold the key to the progress we have seen in the past century, and should be a motivator for us to push for the progress we still have yet to gain. Places like Future City were only the beginning, and we still have so far to go. Let us learn from their stories, to push for an even better, equal, and safe future in America for all.

The World's Tallest Stone Structure - Washington Monument, Washington D.C. | Landmark Landing

 

View from the base of the Washington Monument, taken by Jennie Moore

    Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog! When I was 14, I went on a school trip to Washington D.C. It's something I'm incredibly grateful for, as my parents worked so hard to raise the money for me to go. My mom agreed to be a chaperon, so I could still take the trip in spite of my health issues. It was an incredible experience, and I remember those days so clearly. Washington D.C. is a paradise for an American history nerd like me, so I took tons of photos. I've decided it was time to begin sharing those photos and experiences from the trip, as it would be a waste not to document them as I do my other travels. In this post, I'm beginning with the Washington Monument, a D.C. icon that everyone in the states will recognize.  

View of Washington Monument from WWII Memorial, taken by Jennie Moore

    It is no secret that a major pillar in the United States' origin story is Founding Father, Army Commander, and first President, George Washington. Although smaller monuments had been placed to honor Washington during his life, it was shortly after his death that his peers and admirers suggested a much more substantial monument be built to properly honor America's hero. There would be several snags in this early process however, delaying any progress on the proposition until 1833. Several design changes took also place during the conceptualization of the monument, due to oppositions and lack of funds, delaying the process even further. Then, the Washington National Monument Society decided they would hold a design contest to determine what their monument would become. With the most approval from the society, the highly skilled South Carolina born architect, Robert Mills wins this contest. Further changes would be made to Robert's design due to additional hiccups, but the final design was set in stone (no pun intended) in 1848, with the cornerstone being laid the same year.

  

Unfinished Washington Monument c.1860, taken by Mathew Brady

    Construction took place from 1848 to 1854, when more issues began to arise. Low funding, an ownership battle, and the American Civil War halted progress on the monument, leaving it unfinished for years at around 1/5 of its intended height. Following the Civil War, the design of the monument was changed again to match the proportions of a true Egyptian Obelisk, the inspiration behind Mills' design. Construction resumed once more in 1879, and thanks to government funding, the monument would finally be completed in 1884, with it being opened to the public in 1888. At this time, the Washington Monument was the tallest building in the world, but was later dethroned by the Eiffel Tower.  Today, the Washington Monument is still the tallest stone structure in the world, (coming in at 555.5 feet), the tallest building in Washington D.C., and the world's largest obelisk! 

Nighttime view of the Washington Monument from the Lincoln Memorial, taken by Jennie Moore

    What you may not know (and I didn't even know at the time I visited), is that we could've lost the Washington Monument, and came far too close to it. On August 23rd, 2011 at 1:51pm, a 5.8 magnitude earthquake struck the nation's capitol. Thankfully, no casualties were reported, but several were left injured, and the quake caused up to 300 million dollars in damage. Aftershocks came one after another, one even being a 4.5 magnitude. This earthquake was a record breaker in several ways, with approximately 1/3 of Americans feeling the initial quake, and even causing the evacuation of the Pentagon. 

    Things were not well at the Washington Monument either, as visitors were touring the tower at the time. Those in the observation deck (a small room at the very top with windows to view the city) were thrown around, while others were struck by falling mortar and stone. Miraculously, the monument's elevator had just reached the bottom when the shaking began. No serious injuries were reported among the people, but the same could not be said about the monument itself. Several cracks had formed throughout, pieces of stone were broken, mortar joints had failed, and there was a clear debris field around the Monument. For several years after, the monument would spend time periodically closed for various, tedious repairs. Thanks to the dedication and craftsmanship of the repairmen, the Washington Monument is standing proudly today, and able to be enjoyed by the people once more.

View of the WWII and Lincoln Memorial from the Washington Monument Observation Deck, taken by Jennie Moore

    We visited the Washington Monument on a rainy day in March, and it truly was even more impressive than I expected. What particularly jumped out to me, were the intricate tile floors and ornate carvings in the walls of the elevator shaft. The elevator is partially transparent, so you can view the carvings on your trip up or down the monument. I didn't get a great photo of these due to the motion, but that can be a surprise for you if you decide to visit the Washington Monument! This elevator ride is a bit longer than average, since you must climb near 500 feet, but it is completely worth the stomach flutters in my opinion. 

Different view from Washington Monument Observation Deck, taken by Jennie Moore

    I specifically remember enjoying the experience with my mom, and friend Belle. Belle and I have known each other since the 5th grade, and although we don't see each other often anymore due to life's craziness, I'm so glad we made this memory together. The view of the country's living, beating heart really overtakes oneself. I really couldn't believe that I was looking over at the real Washington D.C. For the first time, I am able to see these places I had read about with my own eyes, and the Washington Monument gives one the opportunity to see several of these landmarks at once! I knew I was seeing and feeling something amazing, something I remember so clearly. How could I be seeing so much power, so much historical significance just within my field of my vision alone? That is truly something to behold. 

    Thank y'all for tuning in, I hope you enjoyed and learned something new! I'm excited to share more from this trip in the future, and continue to express my gratitude for the opportunity. I walked away with so much knowledge that I still use and reference to this day. I would love to return to Washington D.C. someday, because even after spending nearly a week there, I still haven't even scratched the surface of what there is to see and learn. Feel free to share any of your Washington D.C. travels in the comments, let me know where else I need to visit!

    

    

    

Thebes Courthouse - Thebes, Illinois | Landmark Landing

 

Thebes Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore

    Hello everyone, and welcome back to the blog! Today I bring you to the "Little Egypt" area of Southern Illinois, to share with you a place that I only learned of thanks to a small roadside sign. Sitting proudly on a hill overlooking the Mississippi River, is the Thebes Courthouse in Thebes, Alexander County, Illinois. I travel through this area occasionally, and I noticed some time ago, the small sign that reads "Thebes Courthouse" along with an arrow, on the side of Illinois Highway 3. This always confused me, as I knew the county seat of Alexander County is Cairo. I decided to do some research, and realized this is a place I must see. When my mother and I were traveling to Tennessee in 2023, I pointed out the sign to her as we passed and mentioned that I'd like to visit. Without hesitation she made a right turn into the small village of Thebes. After navigating a few winding streets and following the occasional signs, we reached the impressive structure. The road and parking is in the rear of the courthouse, but the breathtaking view comes when you make the walk to the front.

Rear of Thebes Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore

    

Since 1860, Cairo, Alexander County's only city, has been the county seat. However it was not the first, not the second, not even the third, but the fourth county seat that Alexander County has had since its creation. Alexander County was formed in 1819, and originally included what we know today as Pulaski County. There, a small town called "America" in the spirit of patriotism, was selected to be the county seat the same year. America would serve as the county seat until 1833, when it was decided that the county seat should instead be the newly founded and promising community of Unity. Unity residents had a courthouse built for $270, and the town prospered for nearly a decade. Unfortunately, in 1842, a fire consumed the Unity Courthouse and it's precious documents inside. It's approximate location was 37º08'59"N89º16'22"W. In 1845, it was decided once again to move the county seat, this time, to the riverside village of Thebes.

Thebes Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore

    Settled in the early 19th century, Thebes, Illinois quickly became an important steamboat port due to its prime location on the Mississippi River, and the river's deep waters in this area. Plans began on the Thebes Courthouse in 1845, with Thebes being officially designated as the Alexander County seat in 1846. In 1848, construction on the courthouse is complete, and it is a standout structure. The style is Southern Greek Revival, (a personal favorite) and the architect is L.L. Lightner. The contractor is Henry Ernst Barkhausen, who built the courthouse for $4,400. Its walls are made of sandstone, and its large pillars leave a bold first impression on those arriving on the river. This courthouse has been touched by greatness, with visitors such as Abraham Lincoln during his time as a frontier lawyer. Other reports tell of Dred Scott, an enslaved man and history making black rights activist, being imprisoned in the Thebes Courthouse dungeon. If only these walls could talk.

Dyer Cabin, taken by Jennie Moore

    Also on the Thebes Courthouse grounds, is this quaint historic cabin. This cabin originally sat on Pigeon Roost Road in Thebes, and was built sometime around 1880 by William and Nancy Dyer. William and Nancy's great grandchild just so happens to be a member of the Thebes Historical Society! When given the opportunity to preserve the cabin, the answer had to be yes. The cabin was carefully dismantled, moved, and reconstructed piece by piece at its present day home overlooking the mighty Mississippi. This was made possible by the love and passion of the people of Thebes. Many volunteered, and the project has been a great success. The society says the cabin is intended to be a tool for education, and I think that is wonderful. Projects like these are made possible mainly through donations. If you would like to donate to the Thebes Historical Society, you can mail donations, made out to Thebes Historical Society, to this address: 26086 Rock Springs Rd., Thebes, IL 62990. 

Myself in front of the Thebes Bridge, taken by my mom.

    Another historic structure that can be admired from the courthouse grounds is the Thebes Bridge. Thebes Bridge is a railroad trestle, a five span cantilever truss bridge, to be exact. The bridge spans across the Mississippi River, connecting the small community of Illmo, Missouri to Thebes, Illinois. Opened in 1905, Thebes Bridge has been carrying vital rail traffic over the rushing waters for more than a century. Just as Thebes was an important steamboat port, Thebes was also a notable railroad hub, even for years after it's title of county seat was stripped away. Prior to the bridge's construction, rail cars had to be taken by ferry over the river, a huge slow down for the railroad. Thebes Bridge was a game changer. It is 3,910 feet in length, and at the time of construction, was the only railroad bridge across the Mississippi River from St. Louis, Missouri to Memphis, Tennessee. 

    If you ever find yourself cruising on Illinois Highway 3, take the extra time to stop and visit this small village with deep history. Although population has heavily declined in Thebes, there is a strong sense of community among those who want to preserve their history. Today the Thebes Courthouse serves as the Thebes Historical Society HQ, and a museum. Places like Thebes deserve to be cared about, and now you and I can do just that! Thank you for reading, as always.