Recollections and Letters of General Robert E. Lee, by his son
Nonfiction, History, Americas, United States, Civil War Period (1850-1877), Biography & Memoir, Historical
| Author: | Captain Robert E. Lee Jr. | ISBN: | 9781455372706 |
| Publisher: | B&R Samizdat Express | Publication: | December 15, 2009 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Captain Robert E. Lee Jr. |
| ISBN: | 9781455372706 |
| Publisher: | B&R Samizdat Express |
| Publication: | December 15, 2009 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Personal biography of the Civil War leader. The first chapter begins: "The first vivid recollection I have of my father is his arrival at Arlington, after his return from the Mexican War. I can remember some events of which he seemed a part, when we lived at Fort Hamilton, New York, about 1846, but they are more like dreams, very indistinct and disconnected--naturally so, for I was at that time about three years old. But the day of his return to Arlington, after an absence of more than two years, I have always remembered. I had a frock or blouse of some light wash material, probably cotton, a blue ground dotted over with white diamond figures. Of this I was very proud, and wanted to wear it on this important occasion. Eliza, my "mammy," objecting, we had a contest and I won. Clothed in this, my very best, and with my hair freshly curled in long golden ringlets, I went down into the larger hall where the whole household was assembled, eagerly greeting my father, who had just arrived on horseback..."
Personal biography of the Civil War leader. The first chapter begins: "The first vivid recollection I have of my father is his arrival at Arlington, after his return from the Mexican War. I can remember some events of which he seemed a part, when we lived at Fort Hamilton, New York, about 1846, but they are more like dreams, very indistinct and disconnected--naturally so, for I was at that time about three years old. But the day of his return to Arlington, after an absence of more than two years, I have always remembered. I had a frock or blouse of some light wash material, probably cotton, a blue ground dotted over with white diamond figures. Of this I was very proud, and wanted to wear it on this important occasion. Eliza, my "mammy," objecting, we had a contest and I won. Clothed in this, my very best, and with my hair freshly curled in long golden ringlets, I went down into the larger hall where the whole household was assembled, eagerly greeting my father, who had just arrived on horseback..."
