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    Jennie Wade: A Girl from Gettysburg
    Jennie Wade: A Girl from Gettysburg
    Jennie Wade: A Girl from Gettysburg
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    Jennie Wade: A Girl from Gettysburg

    By Tecla Emerson

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    It had been foolish to stay but now there was no choice. It was anyone’s guess what the outcome would be. Nothing was as it should be. Oddly, the Confederate troops were pouring in from the north and Union troops were marching in from the south. They arrived in droves. The town was not prepared for what happened during the early days of the summer, 1863. Jennie, a young local girl, did her best to keep up with the demand for bread and water and medical care for the troops. Her brothers were scattered, her sister would soon be having a baby, her mother was not bearing up well and Jack, her intended, had not been heard from in weeks. It was a time and place that would be recorded in American history forever. A time marked by the largest number of casualties in the Civil War. It was Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, a small, unremarkable town; an easily forgotten town that would live in infamy and one that history would never forget. Of the almost 50,000 casualties of that encounter in early July, only one civilian was killed. This is her story. The story of Jennie Wade, a dedicated young woman thrown into the middle of one of Americans’ most tragic times.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTecla Emerson
    Release dateOct 21, 2015
    ISBN9781310847950
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      Jennie Wade - Tecla Emerson

      Jennie Wade:

      a Girl from

      GETTYSBURG

      By Tecla Emerson

      Smashwords Edition

      Cover Design by

      Katharine Sodergreen

      Sodergreen@aol.com

      Formatting by

      Robert Louis Henry

      http://leafgardenpress.com

      Copyright © 2014-2015 by Tecla Emerson

      All rights reserved

      ISBN-13:978-1491090244

      ISBN-10:491090243

      Dedicated to my three favorite young readers:

      Adeline, Juliet and Katie

      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Epilogue

      Bibliography

      And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.

      ~ Abraham Lincoln

      ~ PROLOGUE ~

      This is the story of Ginnie, or Jennie, as they called her later in that newspaper article. Name stuck from that day on. The only people who even remembered she was supposed to be Ginnie was Mother, John James and Samuel, and, of course, my Louis. But then they wanted to mess up his name too by spelling it Lewis. Harry, the youngest in our family, didn’t know the difference. But if truth be known, he was the one who said, If her real name was Mary Virginia Wade, where’d they get Jennie from?

      But that’s where it all started. Everyone pretty much got to know her name, after that battle and all. What with only one civilian killed that day, it wasn’t too hard to remember what her name was. They always got mine right, or at least the shortened one that my family always called me. Georgie isn’t too awfully difficult.

      Jennie, as I now call her so’s people will know who it is I’m talking about, was my sister. I called her my baby sister when we were growing up in southern Pennsylvania, up 'til the Civil War anyhow. At 13, she grew some and got to be just a mite taller than me. Maybe it was a bit more than a mite. Anyways, after that my brothers always got a chuckle out of me referring to her as my little sister. That was the year that she suddenly got pretty, too. Up to that point she’d been gangly, mostly arms and legs, and a bit awkward, almost like a scarecrow that’d come to life. Mother said to leave her be, she’d be a fine young lady soon enough.

      Seemed like almost overnight she went from that skinny freckle-faced little tomboy, who got into a fair amount of trouble, into an almost graceful young lady. I think maybe it had to do with Johnston Skelly, who by the way, went by the name Jack! Don’t know where that came from either. So, he hadn’t actually come calling yet, Jack that is, but I’d seen him a few times down on the corner, down by Miller’s Feed Store. He’d be just kind of hanging around, whittling at some piece of wood, making like he was busy and wait for her to pass by. Kinda funny when you would see them greet each other with nods, like they were strangers.

      They’d been great playmates in grade school, but something seemed to happen when she started putting her braids up ‘stead of letting them hang loose down her back. Everything changed then. All of a sudden they’d gotten shy with each other. They used to just outright laugh and play and chase each other all over everywhere, having a gay old time. Now all of a sudden, Jennie would just up and blush when he came near.

      Those two used to sled together up on the hill just north of town and have more fun. Then they’d chase each other and play tag and get everyone involved in hide-and-seek. They were more like two rambunctious brothers, always getting into some kind of mischief. Well, as I said, things sure did change in a heartbeat.

      For two sisters though, we were pretty good friends, Jennie and I, at least for the last couple of years. We’d rubbed each other wrong growing up sometimes. You can imagine, what with us being just a year and 10 months apart.

      Mother favored her, I always knew that. I mean she was the prettiest and all. I was the smartest they said, but that sure didn’t count for much when school let out. We used to fight somethin’ terrible, I’ll tell you. Mother had to come and break up more than one tangle that we’d gotten into. And it was always me who got into the worst danged trouble. ‘Scuse me. No need for me to be cursing. But, I was older; I was supposed to know better and so I was the one who caught it.

      Once, I remember that Jennie made me so mad I tried to pull her braids off her head. Ha! Makes me laugh now to remember. Well I probably would’ve got it done except that was when Samuel ran and got Father’s old Springfield rifle off the wall. He said he’d shoot us both if we didn’t quit. Well it wasn’t so much the fear of being shot by little Samuel as it was the sight of him, all of about five years old, dragging that old Springfield into the room with it clanging along behind him, thinking he was actually going to use it. We all three ended up in a heap on the floor laughing ‘til our sides about split.

      Jennie had my favorite hair ribbons on that day. Never forgot it either. They were mine. My father gave them to me special just before Mother sent him away. And there was Jennie, flouncing around with my ribbons in her tangled mass of curls. Imagine!

      Most often her hair was a mess, especially when she didn’t take the time to comb through it or do her braids. It was a chestnut color, usually all shiny. If she plaited it in the morning it would stay neat and tidy for just a while, and then curls would start to escape as the day wore on. It kind of framed her face, all those nice soft curls. Most girls use a curling iron to get their hair to look like that; anyways that’s how they do it around here. I hated that head of hair. It was always pretty and curly and it was forever escaping from under her mop cap or coming undone at the most inopportune moments; then there’d be this cascade of bouncing curls trailing down her back. Mine was as straight as hair can get. Mother said Jennie had father’s hair, wiry and unruly, and said she was just going to have to live with it. She of course found it too much trouble to be messin’ with, which is why it was always flying off in all directions.

      Wasn’t fair I told them. I was older but Jennie was taller and prettier. She had these really deep brown eyes that just sort of bored into you when she looked at you and she had

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