The Baldwin Boys: Baldwin’s Civil War Veterans
Submitted Article by: Rebecca Rittenour In the 1970s, I spent a lot of time playing in the Baldwin Cemetery as did many kids from the area. It was a convenient meet-up point, at the nexus of two county roads, and a pile of bikes at the gate was a common sight. Resting between games of tag or statue, we would sprawl among the gravestones and share our young observations on life, the world, and the afterworld. Sitting under the lilacs that were once scattered between headstones, my brother Jay once remarked, “Imagine what it was like way back then during Civil War times, and you’re a farmer with a kid at war. You’re working in the yard or in the field, and you hear the clopping of horses and wagon wheels on gravel coming down the road.” He pointed south, and we peered down County Road 19, seeing it as it was a hundred years earlier, dirt and dust kicking up around the hooves and wheels. “You don’t recognize the horses or the wagon, and as it gets closer, you can tell there’s a long wood...