of Guilford Dudley MACE, Sr.
Many thanks to Gale
Lee Payne for generously sharing this information on her 3rd great-grandfather,
Dudley Mace, Sr. He was born in 1832, in the town of Volney.
In August 1862, he enlisted in the 147th NY Infantry as a lst Sargeant,
and subsequently died July 1, 1863, at the battle of Gettysburg, leaving
a wife and three small children. During his time in service he wrote
an interesting letter to his uncle, describing the various events from
the 147th NY, giving us a glimpse of a soldiers life during the civil
Gale told me her "Dad's family has been difficult
to trace. Dad so much wanted to find out more, but unfortunately
that didn't happen before he passed away 4 years ago. As a tribute
to he and my Mother, who researched for more that 35 years on both sides,
I am persistently pursuing more information on the families... This is
a tribute not only to Guild D. Mace, but my Father, Guilford William
Gale is researching the following
surnames and would love hear from anyone about them and share information:
MCQUADE, MACE, DYER, BLAKE, CODY, SCHOFIELD, CAMPAIGN, KELLY, COLE, HAZARD,
DRUM AND COLEMAN. Please contact
her at: Gale Lee Payne
information and history, including the Battle of Gettysburg, on the
NY Volunteers ).
is of my father, Guilford William Quade,
| Guilford Dudley Mace, Sr.,
was born 1832 Volney, Oswego Co., NY. He was the son of Amos Mace
and Hannah. He was married to Catherine Story before 1860,
when his first son Amos was born. His second son, Guilford
Dudley Mace was born in 1862 and a daughter, Kate Mace was born
abt 1863. Guilford Dudley Mace, Sr., died July 1, 1863, at Gettysburg,
Guilford Mace enrolled in the
army during the Civil War on 8/26/1862 at the age of 30. He enrolled
for 3 years at Palermo NY, which is in Oswego Co., NY. On Sept. 22
1862, he was mustered in a 1st Sergeant of Company F, part of the 147th
NY Infantry Regiment. The 147th Regiment left the state on Sept.
25, 1862 after receiving their firearms in Elmira NY.
Dudley Mace, Sr.
Dudley Mace Sr.
picture is of my father, as a young boy scout, at his gg-gandfather's grave.
|Letter written by Guilford to his uncle:
Belle Plain, VA
Jan 28th 1863
Dear Uncle- Having a few leisure moments I will
write you a
few lines concerning the 147th Reg of which your
unfortunate nephew is a humble member.
For the last two months we have been
guarding the sacred port of Virginia and trying to keep ol Johnny Rebel
from routing Uncle Abraham from his very comfortable quarters at Washington.
No man had the least idea of soldering in the field until he takes a hand
at it himself. Some of out milk and water officers of a (hious) turn
of mind have concluded that they were not made for the business and have
resigned. Among the rest - our Wooden Capt- Who made such great promises
while raising his company and who has fulfilled them in such a cowardly
and contemptible manner. He started for home this morning the men
rejoice that he has gone. If your Country is ever called upon to
raise more men never put a man in for an office who is not willing to enlist
as a private no one who is an exhaster or Preacher
or any other Hippocratic.
They come here for the pay alone and
care nothing for these men or the country. Our company has been nearly
ruined by the Capt. Some of them have deserted others have become discouraged
under his mismanagement and sickened and died. We now report 51 men
present 24 absent in the different hospitals of Philadelphia and Washington.
Some of those will probably be returned to duty but the majority will be
discharged for disability. Our 1st lient McGridley has sent in his
resignation which will probably be accepted. He is a man we all love
and respect and shall be sorry to part with him. Our second lient
Lee will try for the captaincy of the Co. I expect to get a commission
either 1st or 2nd lient. The Capt's position belongs to me by right
but a man cannot get his rights when there are rich mens sons to be procided
for at least that has been my experience.
I like the business well enough if
it has got to be done. I am in good health and can sleep in the water
several inches deep without great inconvenience. We had a march in
the mud for the last week and got stuck and have had to return to our old
quarters at this place. Such a bedlam as an army on the march makes you
cannot conceive especially if it storms and the soil is clay of the stickiest
kind however our lads stood it well. Will Ure, Jud Dolhear and others
with whom you are acquainted went through it like old veterans. It
rained all last night and to cap the climax, it is snowing today.
Will Ure says he would be satisfied if he only had as good quarters as
your hog pen would make, for all that we manage to make ourselves very
comfortable. We have orders to build shelters for the government
animals which does not look as though we were to move again very soon.
The guns with which we are supplied
are a poor article of rifle musket. They are of English make and were taken
from an English Steamer that was trying to run the blockade. We shall
so the best we can with them when called upon. We should have had
a brush the other day if the clerk of the weather had not interfered and
stopped operations. Our Commanding General has been replaced at his
own request Fighting Jo Hooker takes his place. From our camp we
can see the Potomac about 1 mile distant.
There are old Oaks here that would
do your heart good to look at. 4 to 5 feet in diameter and the branches
spread far over a hundred feet. They were probably planted by the
first settlers of this country for they stand in rows and at regular intervals.
Some of our soldiers had cut and slashed at them in a way to make ones
blood boil. I don't mind tearing houses & barns to pieces for
they can be built again, but trees like those it takes hundreds of years
The boys catch squirrels (grey ones)
by running them down. They have caught several since we have been in this
camp. No shooting is allowed. They occasionally catch a rabbit
which makes fun for them for the time.
You must excuse the style of this
letter for I have no table to write upon. I have to write upon my
knee and the boys skylarking about me on all sided. We have got good boys
and I like to see them enjoying themselves.
You must answer this for a soldier
looks for the mail as much as a child for sugar candy and I will keep you
posted Give my love to Aunt & Cousin
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