As we headed home I silently told the headstones I’d be
back…..
Oakland isn’t just a
resting place for Atlantans. It’s a
historical time capsule of sorts.
It’s a lovely park and garden.
It’s
a place to reflect
It’s a place with great views of the city
….and Oakland Cemetery has great stories to tell. I think that’s my favorite part….the
stories.
One of my favorite stories involves Lot 428 in the original
six acres of the cemetery belonging to the Dye Family.
The rain this week has certainly been welcome even with the
consequences many have had to endure due to the fierce lightning and booming
thunder.
July started off breaking all sorts of temperature records
with several days of one hundred plus thermometer readings, and my yard was one
crusty carpet where I couldn’t tell where the dust left off and the brown dying grass began.
I’m not sure what the temperatures happened to be during July, 1864 around
Atlanta, but for those few citizens who didn’t leave the city before the Union lay siege it was a hot
place to be as the shells flew back and forth between the Union and Confederate
positions.
Sarah Dye and her young children tried to escape the
shelling by digging a hole in their backyard.
It had been rumored Sarah’s husband…..John Dye…..was
one of the best carpenters in the city.
He had built a home for his family at the corner of Ivy (now Peachtree
Center Avenue) and Baker Streets.
When we think of the Civil War we tend to group everyone
above the Mason-Dixon Line as falling in line with the Union while those below
the line were all Confederates.
Generally, this was true, but the lines did blur occasionally. Sarah Dye was a known Union sympathizer. According to the book The Historic Oakland Cemetery of Atlanta: Speaking Stones by Cathy Kaemmerlen…..the “Southern Claims Papers”, issued after
the war to help reimburse Southerners for their wartime losses, Sarah was a
Union woman and against the war from start to finish. She had made it public that she thought the
war would ‘bring no good’. She was labeled
a Union sympathizer, even though her husband served in the Confederate army.
However, regardless of Sarah’s beliefs and opinions of the
war she found herself in the middle of the daily shelling….not only dodging
Union shells but attempting to shield her family from Confederate shells as
well.
At some point during the bombardment one of the children….a two
year old boy named for his father….become ill and died.
Sarah placed his body in a box and July 10, 1864 found Sarah
crawling out of the crudely fashioned
bomb shelter in her yard and she began walking to Oakland Cemetery which in
those days was outside of the city of Atlanta.
Can you picture her walking down Atlanta’s dusty desolate
streets strewn with items left behind by war refugees, craters fashioned by
shells and other bits of war wreckage while cradling her dead child in her
arms?
Sarah was intent on giving her child a proper burial whether a war was raging around her or not.
Sarah was intent on giving her child a proper burial whether a war was raging around her or not.
She was stopped and warned to get off the road. Finally, a man in a wagon who happened to be
heading her way out of town allowed her to ride so she was able to get to cemetery
a little faster. Sarah placed her baby
next his sister Mintory, who had passed away years before. At some point….so the story goes she fell
asleep on the grave and upon waking made the return trip to her home to care
for the other children.
Today there are fourteen graves in the Dye family plot
including Sarah and her husband John. Family
lore reminds visitors to skip the first step leading into the plot because it
is said another baby was buried under the step in 1849.
I’ve written about Oakland Cemetery before at Georgia on my Mind here,
and I’ve recently written a review for Six Feet Under over at Cooking
With Cooper.
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