Over 150 years ago, the Civil War raged. It is not unlike what we are dealing with today. The country divided, just like then.
My 3rd great grandfather, Orrin Deforest Rose, was born in 1824 in New York City. He married Lovinia Ann Jewell and owned a farm in upstate NY. He enlisted in the 22nd NY Civil War at the age of 38 in 1862, leaving behind a wife and 5 children.
He was proudly Pro-Union and voluntarily joined the 22nd. The regiment was formed with 800 men in 1861 and was placed in a brigade along with the 24th New York, 30th New York, 84th New York (14th Brooklyn) (also known as the 14th New York State Militia), and for a number of months, the 2nd U.S. Sharpshooters (a regiment under the respected Colonel Henry A. V. Post). The brigade was the First Brigade in the First Corps of the Army of the Potomac, and Colonel Walter Phelps and the regiments of the brigade referred to themselves as the Iron Brigade of the East and served with the Division’s more famous Fourth Brigade which would earn the title “Iron Brigade of the West” in September 1862 during Battle of South Mountain in the Maryland Campaign.
He was honorably discharged and mustered out at Winchester, Va. He died on November 16, 1888, in Mexico, New York, at the age of 64, and was buried in Richland, New York.
Why do I tell this story? When I look for inspiration, it’s not in today’s celebrities, like Joe Rogan or the Kardashians. I look for inspiration with the people who fought for our rights. Orrin was lucky to come home from the Civil War, when so many didn’t.
They knew the value of community, sacrifice and personal responsibility. Over a century later, those lessons have been lost.