I decided to do something different to make it a special family day. Trevor loves celebrating birthdays, and I didn't want to have a regular day and not do anything to celebrate mine.
He even cooked a breakfast casserole for our breakfast, preparing it the night before. :)
We chose--okay, *I* chose--to go to Appomattox, where General Lee surrendered to General Grant, effectively ending the Civil War. I had no idea what to expect, possibly just a plaque next to the court house steps. Appomattox is a National Park, an hour and a half away.
Our first stop was a view of the battlefield site.
Appomattox Courthouse and Appomattox Court House are two different things. The courthouse is the location of the court. The county seat was often referred to as the "Court House," as in the case of Appomattox.
The area between these two fences mark the old road between Appomattox Court House and Lynchburg; this is where the Grant's army lined up as they began to surround the village. After battling for a week, learning that the U.S. Army had effectively cut off the supply route, and was surrounding the site, Lee responded, "Then there is nothing left for me to do but to go and see General Grant and I would rather die a thousand deaths."
Buried here are 19 men who died in the last two days of fighting at Appomattox. Originally buried where they died, near hospitals, in surrounding woodlots and farmland, the bodies of 18 Confederate soldiers were collected in 1866 for reburial here. The lone Union soldier was later found nearby and reburied here also. The identities of seven of the men are known.
We made our way over to the village, toured the visitors' center, and listened to a live interpretation of a soldier whose family owned land at Appomattox. We'd brought a picnic lunch and ate on the grounds under a tree--imagining what it would have been like in 1865. We visited the reconstructed McLean house where details of the surrender took place.
Originally from Manassas, VA Wilmer McLean's farm was the site of the First Battle of Bull Run, and his home was hit by artillery fire. He moved his family to Appomattox, in part to protect them from the fighting. McLean: ""The war began in my front yard and ended in my front parlor."
The house has been painstakingly reconstructed. At one time, there were plans to move the house to Washington, DC, and it was dismantled after detailed drawings were made for re-creation. Plans fell through, the ruins sat for 50 years, and in the 1940s, the site became a National Park. Archaeologists combed through the rubble, salvaging lumber and nails. Work again was halted, this time due to WWII. Later, much of the furniture was tracked down and brought back to the site, which finally opened to the public in 1949.
Grant sat at this table; Lee was over on the left, outside of my photo. The carpet and curtains were re-creations, made to look like the originals at the time of surrender.
This cradle was discovered when a couple touring the house commented that they had the original. After their visit, they discussed the matter privately, deciding to donate the crib to the Park, and providing papers proving the cradle's origin.
We were blessed by a wonderfully knowledgeable park ranger who was happy to share so much detailed information on many different aspects of the site. It was a great self-guided tour. We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home, snacked for dinner, and the kids and I went for a walk to end the day.
I had a lovely and memorable birthday. I can't help but continue to think how short our time is left with both kids, and I'm grateful that I'm aware of this now. I don't want to waste it.









































