Robert J. Rhodes was one of those relatives. He was the brother of Texana Rhodes who was George's great grandmother.
|Card with all the engagements he participated in on back.|
He married Martha Neville on April 15, 1865 and had at least two children a boy and a girl.
For the rest of his life he was interested in the history of the Civil War and only missed one regimental reunion. He worked, one year, as a census collector for a special Civil War veterans census.
In 1908, Rhodes went traveling to one of his Confederate Veteran's reunions and visited a house, now known as Pope's Tavern in Florence, Alabama where he and several of his Confederates were treated for battle injuries over 40 years before.
After arriving home he wrote a letter to the Lambeth family who showed him around their house.
|Robert J. Rhodes in later life.|
"Many thanks to you for your kindness to me the few minutes I spent with you in your home on my return from (the) reunion. I've often asked myself the question if after 45 years of time had rolled around with so many changes, would I be welcome to enter and look at the house where I spent many sleepless nights watching and waiting on many of my comrades. Again, I want to thank you for I believe I was welcome and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer with you good people."
The original letter is now on display at the Pope's Tavern museum. Read an article 150 Years Later: Pope's Tavern Among Civil War Sites by Sarah Carlson.
Rhodes was an avid reader of the Confederate Veteran Magazine and even wrote for it. Here is a sample of one of his musings.
"THANKFULNESS OF COMRADES. BY ROBERT J. RHODES, WHITEVILLE, TENN. Comrades, when I begin to think of what I should be thankful for, I am
overwhelmed, and then think of the things for which I am not thankful.
The good Lord in his loving-kindness has gently led me through life. I
don't know the taste of that awful enemy to mankind, whisky; neither
that of coffee nor tobacco. Yes, I am thankful that I am at peace with
our Heavenly Father. I served thirty-two months in the cruel war under
General Forrest. In one of our charges in the battle of Iuka, Miss.,
my horse threw me. Our captain, Rufus Brooks, was wounded and
captured with others. I am thankful that the enemy thought I was dead
and left me on the field, so I was never a prisoner. To all comrades
who wore the gray and the blue I am thankful to have a heart full of