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Charles Bodine McClaskey was the son of Newell McClaskey. After
the Civil war he went south and became interested in mule trading
and cotton growing. He met a young southern lady,
Sarah Ellen Grafton of Remon, Mississippi, who had attended
Nazareth College near Bardstown, Kentucky. They were married
January 21, 1866, and had eight children - Charles B., Anon,
Newell, Thomas, Beulah, Hewitt, Edward and Bessie.
When Captain
McClaskey brought his bride to Kentucky he bought a tract of land
containing 135 acres from a certain Jim Brown, near Bloomfield,
Kentucky, and in the neighborhood of his boyhood farm home.
He and his bride moved to a log house located on this farm and in
this house had six of their eight children. In the early 1880s
they decided to build a new house. Mrs. McClaskey drew all
the plans for the house.
All the lumber
used in building the house was cut from the woodland on the farm.
The local contractors James and Charles Batcheldor of Bloomfield
built the house. All the inside and outside finishing work
was cut by hand tools. There are eight rooms, two large
halls, four porches and three stairways. The trimmings on
the front and back porches are very elaborate and each design was
with hand tools.
After the death
of Captain McClaskey, his son Hewitt McClaskey purchased the farm.
Hewitt married Sue Jenkins. Hewitt died in April, 1930 and
was buried in Maple Grove Cemetery, near Bloomfield Kentucky.
Captain Charles and most of his family are buried in Big Spring
Cemetery, near Bloomfield, Kentucky.
Part of an
article that appeared in the November 17, 1904, issue of the
Kentucky Standard in regard to Captain Charles Bodine McClaskey
deals with the character of a brave Confederate soldier.
Early in
September, 1861, Captain McClaskey recruited a full company of the
young men of his community, a majority of its members being sons
of the old pioneer settles of the garden spot of Nelson County.
McClaskey's men admired him as a leader, and as a gentleman,
and he was justly proud of his men.
Kentucky at that
time had declared her neutrality in the Great War, but everybody
understood that she could not maintain that position long, and
that sooner or later armed hosts would march upon her sacred soil.
Even then they were gathering on the northern and southern
borders as well awaiting the signal to cross the dead line.
Captain McClaskey received word of the invasion of the state by
both Northern and Southern troops. The members of his
company were notified to meet in Bloomfield and in the evening of
the same day left on foot to join the Southern army. Some
two miles out from Bloomfield they met a messenger from Bardstown
informing them that they would be intercepted by home guards below
there.
After a short consultation the company went
into camp temporarily in the vicinity of Bloomfield, forming what
was called Camp Charity, in consideration of the bounty of the
good people of the neighborhood who supplied them everything for a
soldier's comfort. Having been reinforced
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by several hundred men from the adjoining
counties and plenty of food, they were ready to cast their lot
with the South, to meet whatever fate was in store. Then the four
hard years commenced. After dodging around through unknown
parts several days and nights, they passed through the Federal
lines.
They then reported to General Buckner, then commanding the
Confederate forces at Bowling Green, Kentucky. The Company
was then assigned to duty in the Sixth Kentucky Infantry and
became Company A of that famous regiment with the late General
Joseph H. Lewis as Colonel. The old Sixth Kentucky and
gallant Company A require no praise. Their deeds of heroic
daring are recorded upon every battlefield fought by the Army of
Tennessee from Shiloh to the disastrous close of the great
conflict.
Captain McClaskey
was a true type of a Kentucky Gentlemen. He had been given
no military education before entering the service of the South,
and he was more designed by nature to fill the place of an
honorable gentlemen in civil life than to become a military
leader. He, however, threw his whole soul into the duties of
the hour and soon became a creditable officer of the time.
He had the misfortune, through no fault of his, to incur the
displeasure of his superior officers at almost the beginning of
the war and through that means lost promotion to Major of the
regiment, which he should have had being Senior Captain and in the
line of promotion. He continued in command of the old
company to the close of the war, thus setting an example,
honorable alike to his courage and patriotism. He stayed
with the recruited men and shared the dangers and hardships with
them to the end of the bitter struggle.
Dissension sprung up in his own company.
An attempt was made to supplant him as Captain. Many in the
company became his enemy. It was reported he did not do his
duty on the bloody field at Shiloh. The enemies in his
company did not succeed in their design, and he remained in
command of the company throughout the war doing his duty.
These reports were slanderous as was evidenced by his conduct on
many bloody fields afterward, but he did not succeed in getting
the promotion he was justly entitled to.
Captain McClaskey
at all times watched over and took care of the men under him and
not one of them could say that he ever mistreated them in any way.
In the fall of 1864 at Jonesboro, Georgia, he was badly wounded
and disabled for further service during the war.
After the close
of the war, having recovered from his wounds, he returned to
Kentucky and set about rebuilding his scattered fortunes.
Returning to the South the following year, he engaged in cotton
planting, but the floods ruined his fortune in that direction.
Then he returned to Kentucky and soon was on his feet again.
Having married
soon after the close of the war, he settled down to the quiet
existence of a farmer's life and was very successful in his
calling. He lived and died loved and respected by his
neighbors and friends. We who knew him in war as well as in
peace can say that he acted well his part at all times, brave and
honorable to the last.
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