These letters were written by John F. Weeks (1838-1898), the son of Thomas T. Weeks (1799-1885) and Freelove Thorn Fowler (1805-1866) of Erie county, Ohio. In 1860, 23 year-old John was enumerated in the household of James B. Wiltsey of Point Pleasant, Warren county, Illinois, where he was employed as a farm hand.
On 20 August 1861, John enlisted at Young America, Illinois, as a private in Co. K, 36th Illinois Infantry—the “Fox River Regiment.” He was mustered out on 22 September 1864 as a sergeant after three years of service. His military record indicates he stood 5 feet 6 inches tall, had black hair and hazel eyes. When this letter was written in January 1864, most of the remaining members of the 36th Illinois had volunteered to reenlist in the service, induced by a 3-day furlough and a monetary “bonus.” Those who reenlisted were considered “Veterans.” We learn from the letter that after three years of hard duty, John could not bring himself to reenlist and so was temporarily attached to the 88th Illinois Infantry until the veterans returned from their furloughs.
John wrote the letters to his brother-in-law Edgar Wright (1824-1894), the wife of Lydia Mott Weeks (1822-1905) of Mount Kisco, Westchester county, New York. Edgar made a living in the wholesale grocery trade. Lydia was a half sister of John’s, her mother Mary (Hoag) Weeks dying in 1833.
Almost as a post script to the second letter, John added the words, “This envelope is Confederate property” suggesting to me that the envelope included with the letter is not the same one the letter was originally mailed in but most likely carried another of John’s letters. Clearly this envelope was manufactured in Ohio and includes the poem, “The World” which was written by W. H. Sheldon. Union soldiers often begged the folks back home to send them writing paper and envelopes as these articles were difficult to obtain in the Deep South. This particular envelop was probably sent to John for his use by his Ohio relatives.
Letter 1
Rienze, Mississippi
August 28, 1862
Dear Brother & Sister,
I have but little news and consequently can write but little though I’ll do as well as circumstances will permit. I am well and hearty as a soldier need be, and am guard today. Gen. [Gordon] Granger is now in command of the brigade while Gen. [Alexander S.] Asboth is home on furlough. He is looked for now every day. Our Colonel [Nicholas] Greusel is acting Brig. General. My captain’s name is John Q. Adams. [He] is now sick [and] has been unfit for duty for two months.
Day before yesterday a squad of secesh cavalry charged into the camp of the 7th Kansas but were made to skedaddle as they call it themselves, leaving 11 killed. Three of our boys were wounded, none killed. There is occasionally a picket shot at [us but] none have been killed. I would draw a plot and send it to you if I dared to. It might be made a serious [offense] if caught at it.
There appears to be general move of troops all along the line. Gen. Rosecrans is at Tuscumbia. I think it is probable we will move before long.
For a change of victuals, we buy potatoes and pay two dollars per bushel. I received a letter from Father and Sarah Ann a few days ago. Father says Mother is yet quite feeble. I’d like to get home and see them but there is no possible chance.
Uncle Sam is a very good paymaster, We were paid off a day or two ago. There will be two months more pay the first of next month. I went to the Shiloh battle ground a few days ago. It is larger than the Pea Ridge but the trees show the effect of no more or heavier cannonading that at Pea Ridge. My gun has a mark produced by a lead messenger.
The weather is still hot. No more at present. write soon.
Yours affectionately. — John F. Weeks, Co. K, 36th Ill. Regt. via Cairo
to Edgar and Lydia Wright
Gen. Asboth’s Division
Letter 2
[Note: My compliments to Ann Melichar for providing me with an excellent first draft of this transcription.]
Strawberry Plains, Tennessee
January 12th 1864
Dear Brother & Sister,
Singularities still exist and being one of Mother Nature’s heirs, I of course inherit a portion of her wild freaks. So to write whether responded to or not is a something seldom acceded to, though the request and inducements prompting me to write are supreme. Although in Dixie, we are shivering over our camp fires. The ground is covered with snow and our pup tents are not quite as comfortable as the old home kitchen. We are about twenty-five miles east of Knoxville in [the] Holsten river flats.
We have been in this camp about three weeks. Rumor says we are going to the front in a few days or back to Chattanooga. Our front is at New Market, twenty-five miles nearly southeast near Bulls Gap. Deserters are coming in in squads of a hundred. A few days ago a couple men was sent to our lines to ascertain what reception deserters met with. They returned and brought with them next day a regiment of Tennesseans.
I hope you enjoyed the New Years better than I did, but my dinner I presume relished as well as did yours. Judge for yourself; I had a hoe cake that I baked on a shingle. Our rations are scant. We get but little government provision. It seems I am one among the very lucky. I was with my regiment in the charge of Mission[ary] Ridge and escaped uninjured. It was a little the nicest thing I have seen during my years in the service, but many a poor fellow looks at it in a different light.
My Regiment—the 36th Illinois—has enlisted as veterans and have gone home. I have been detailed for duty in the 88th Illinois, Co. K, of the same brigade as before. I concluded I could not afford three years’ service for a veteranship, or any other ship, for the sake of 30 days furlough and dollars are no inducement to me [even] if I had none.
Yours as Ever, — John F. Weeks, Co. K, 88th Illinois Regiment
Via Chattanooga
This envelope is Confederate property.