February 6, 2005: Headlines: COS - Togo: Genealogy: African American Issues: Charlotte Observer: As a Peace Corps volunteer in Togo in the 1970s, Jim Morrill lived along West Africa's Slave Coast among people whose ancestors had been sold off in chains
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February 6, 2005: Headlines: COS - Togo: Genealogy: African American Issues: Charlotte Observer: As a Peace Corps volunteer in Togo in the 1970s, Jim Morrill lived along West Africa's Slave Coast among people whose ancestors had been sold off in chains
As a Peace Corps volunteer in Togo in the 1970s, Jim Morrill lived along West Africa's Slave Coast among people whose ancestors had been sold off in chains
As a Peace Corps volunteer in Togo in the 1970s, Jim Morrill lived along West Africa's Slave Coast among people whose ancestors had been sold off in chains
Secrets of the Sword
My journey into my family's past began 25 years ago. My mom said: You need to know, your great-grandmother was black.
JIM MORRILL
Staff Writer
Caption: Jim Morrill holds the sword that his great-grandfather, an officer in the Union Army, wore at his side during the Civil War. Photo: TODD SUMLIN, Staff
[Excerpt]
I held the sword for the first time last month.
The brass hilt has darkened with age. A filigree of twisted wire wraps the sharkskin grip. The steel blade curves gently to a point, etched with vine leaves and grape clusters and the letters "USC," for U.S. Cavalry.
At the bottom of its scabbard is a brass fitting. On each side is engraved a name: E.D. Morrill.
My great-grandfather.
It was the sword he carried through the Civil War, and it was finally coming back to his family. Until five years ago, I didn't know it existed.
The sword stayed with E.D. and his son for years, a silent witness to their public and private trials. It disappeared almost a century ago, about the time my grandfather did. Recovering it is a story of lost and found history, played out over three generations and shrouded in racial taboos and family secrets.
Searching for that history became a small obsession. Over the years I combed through genealogies and courthouses, pored over census records and microfilm. There have been discoveries and dead ends and moments of pure serendipity.
Finding the sword was one.
Last month I drove up to the snowy Appalachian town of Princeton, W.Va., to buy it from a collector. The trip took three hours.
Getting there had taken years.
An unexpected ancestor
When I was about 30, my mother confided a secret: My great-grandmother -- the mother of my dad's father -- was black.Growing up with blond hair and blue eyes in a Midwestern family of Germans and Swedes, it was not something I'd suspected. I thought it was interesting, but to mom it was serious business. She thought I should know before I got married, lest some stray gene pop out of the family pool and surprise us.
My dad refused to talk about it, and I knew not to press. He died three years later, before I was curious enough to ask again.
By then there were no other relatives to ask. So I set off to find out myself.
Around that time, my uncle had given me a copy of E.D. Morrill's regimental history. A typewritten sheet inside gave a brief sketch of his life and the story of his Civil War unit, the 15th Battery of Massachusetts Light Artillery.
Edward Danforth Morrill was born on the Illinois prairie on July 29, 1837. His family had migrated from New England but soon moved back. He was a 25-year-old mechanic in Lowell, Mass., when he enlisted in 1862. E.D. stood 5 feet 7 with brown hair and a beard that framed his gray eyes and broad forehead.
He was the quartermaster sergeant in the 122-man unit commanded by a Lowell attorney who also happened to be his brother-in-law. In March 1863, they left Boston by steamer for New Orleans, captured by Union forces under Admiral Farragut the year before.
To Northern eyes, the Crescent City was exotic but trying.
"This is the land of loose morals and easy virtue, hot weather, mosquitoes, alligators, secessionists and other such vermin," wrote an officer named Lorin Dame.
The 15th Battery saw 25 desertions the first month. Some blamed the captain, described by Dame as a man of "ignorance, mulishness, vanity and folly." E.D. was arrested after a dispute with an officer. Still, he was promoted to second lieutenant that September, a commission that allowed him to buy a shiny new officer's sword with a sharkskin grip.
The battery spent the rest of 1863 and most of 1864 in and around New Orleans. For the last six months of the war, E.D.'s unit crisscrossed the South from Little Rock to Memphis to Pensacola. In April 1865, it took part in the siege of Fort Blakely outside Mobile. The fort fell April 9, six hours after Lee surrendered at Appomattox. Then the 15th Battery sailed up the Alabama River and helped capture Selma.
Their war was over. The men returned to Boston and were mustered out.
Six months later, in January 1866, E.D. joined a new army of Northern carpetbaggers who rushed to the conquered South in search of riches and adventure. He took his wife back to Alabama and settled near the town of Camden, in a bend of the Alabama River.
Stumbling onto the sword
Five years ago, when I first asked the Veterans Administration for E.D. Morrill's records, I was told they'd been checked out to St. Paul, Minn., for research by a man named Gary Bettcher. I didn't know him. So I called.Why are you interested in my great-grandfather? I asked.
"Because I have his sword," he said.
Bettcher, who lives near Minneapolis, got the sword years ago after trading a few World War II guns to another local collector. He's not sure where it was before that. Our guess is it was sold by either Sam or the family he left behind.
Bettcher, an amateur historian, knew the sword belonged in E.D.'s family. After years of on-and-off negotiations, we finally met at the business college he owns in West Virginia.
The sword links me to family members I've never known. It also connects me to part of American history I had no idea I was part of. As a Peace Corps volunteer in the 1970s, I lived along West Africa's Slave Coast among people whose ancestors had been sold off in chains.
On Senegal's Goree Island, I walked by old stone cells that warehoused 20 million Africans waiting to sail into slavery. I didn't know that some of my own ancestors might have been among them.
Family secrets aren't always revealed. Mysteries don't always get solved.
But now, holding my great-grandfather's sword, I know that what's lost can sometimes be found.
Jim Morrill grew up near Chicago. He came south in 1979 and has worked at the Observer since 1981. Contact him at (704) 358-5059; jmorrill@charlotteobserver.com.
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