CHAPTER ONE
During the hot, dry summer of 1860, politics and the presidential campaign dominated thoughts and discussions, and at the state fair, held in Bowling Green in mid- to late September, they overshadowed all else. Crowds gathered to hear spokesmen for candidates Bell, Breckinridge, and Douglas, and Louisville newspapers carried their speeches. John Bell and one of his supporters, John J. Crittenden, attended the fair, and to appreciative crowds they reiterated the promise they delivered at other gatherings: to preserve the Union and the Constitution. At the fair, and elsewhere throughout the fall, local politicians continued to whip crowds into a frenzy. By the first Tuesday in November, few voters could think or talk about anything except the election and its ramifications. When word of the Republican victory reached South Carolina, the state seceded from the Union. What should and would the rest of the South and the border states do? The question sparked lively discussions across Kentucky and in neighboring Tennessee.
Josie began her diary in early December as she prepared to visit with her sister and brother-in-law in Memphis. The diary chronicled a slave wedding, parties, social calls, and romantic visits that enlivened the holidays, but more serious concerns quickly overshadowed these social festivities. In Memphis, the hotbed of Tennesseeâs secession movement, she witnessed torchlight parades and became involved in heated political discussions. Despite her attempts to remain a soft-spoken southern belle, the twenty-year-old voiced her parentsâ opposition to Lincoln and to secession. As one after another of the states of the Lower South seceded, the intensity and anger in these discussions increased.
âMT. AIRâ NEAR BOWLING GREEN, DECEMBER 1860.
DEC. 10THâ
Tomorrow morning I leave for Memphis, Tenn. to spend the winter with sister Jupe and Mr. Western. Miss Jane Grider is going with me and we expect a lovely time.1
This will be my first visit from home since I finished school last June and became a full fledged âYoung lady.â Though I felt badly when September came, that I was not to return to the dear old school, I have had a splendid time, especially during the state fair which was held in Bowling Green this year.
Sister Lute and Judge McCann came home from California and invited Messrs. Chamberlain and Massey, two gentlemen whom they met on the steamer, to visit us during the Fair. Cousin Ed Henry from Miss. came upâWill and Johnny Bell came down, Aunt Hassie, Sister Jupe and Mr. Western, Cousin Jane Todd, Mollie Rogers, and Cousin Mal Gorin were all with us, and last but by no means least, our most honored guest, Gov. John J. Crittenden, who made a beautiful address at the opening of the Fair. He has the biggest mouth I ever saw. Every evening a number of gentlemen came out from town. âUncleâ Lewis [a slave] played the fiddle for us to dance and we had lots of all sorts of fun. I am quite sure there never existed better host and hostess than Pa and Ma, to make everyone have such a good timeâwith apparently so much enjoyment themselves. Mr. Massey who is originally from Penn. said âMount Airâ was the realization of all he had read and imagined of a hospitable Southern home. I havenât yet gotten quite used to having [Mike] Hall and other old beaus of my sisterâs treating me with the dignity of a grown up young lady, thoâ Hugh Gwyn is making fun of me half the time. I wonder if Iâll have as good a time in Memphis. Well, âNous erons [verrons?],â as my old French teacher is so fond of saying.
Ma has given me this book to keep a sort of Journal. What I doâwho I meetâand my impressions of people and things, so I can read it to her when I return. Dear Ma! as much pleasure as I expect from this visit I feel so selfish and sad to leave her.
DEC. 12TH, 1860, MEMPHIS, TENN.
We reached here safely yesterday. Mr. Western and sister met us at the train, giving us such a hearty and affectionate welcome that we felt at once we were going to have a good time. Their home here on Vance Street is a lovely place. The house sitting far back in a big yard full of Magnolia and other southern trees, beautiful roses and flavoring [flowering] shrubsâmany now in bloomâ A wide veranda extends entirely across the front of the house, the tall pillars reaching to the roof above the second story. The windows open down to the porch. A wide hall through the center of the house. It is altogether a lovely home and sister and Mr. Western are as happy as can be. Certainly it would be hard to find a more congenial couple.
We had a great time when we left Bowling Green. So many of our friends were at the train to say good-bye. All in fact except Mr. Bââ, whereupon Hugh Gwyn asked, in the most serious tone, if any one knew the particulars of [Edwin] Baxterâs accident. Every body exclaimed, âWhy no, we hadnât heard it; what happened to him? Was he hurt,â etc. and so on. I was of course as concerned as the others. Then Hugh said, âI am awfully sorry I canât give the particulars, but I know something dreadful must have happened to him, or he would be here. Perhaps Miss Josie can tell particulars as the last seen of him he was slowly & sadly wending his way from âMount Air.ââ Then we knew it was just another one of his jokes at Mr. Bâand my expense. I wish he would stop this everlasting joking which Mr. B, being an Englishman, canât parry and I donât likeâyet he is so funny I canât get angry at him. I confess I thought it a little strange Mr. B. wasnât there and was no little amusedânot to say pleasedâwhen at the first station 12 miles out Mr. B quietly walked into the carâ Much to my annoyance Jane told him all of Hugh Gwynâs nonsensical joke. He came with us as far as Nashville, saw us comfortably on the Memphis trainâchecked our trunks and, giving me a lovely box of candy, said I should be very glad to hear if you young ladies reach Memphis comfortablyâwhereupon Miss Jane said, âIâll write as soon as we get there for we are so much obliged to you.â His mouth twitched in such a funny little way as he saidââO thanks!â I think she is writing now but she likes to be mysterious about her correspondents.
DEC. 13THâ
Mr. Westernâs partner Mr. T[orian] and wife called this evening. Mr. T. seemed despondent about the country and wanted to talk Politics but Mrs. T. said in a pleasant way, âPlease donât you and Will Western spoil our call by political wranglingâyou know you never can agree.â Mr. Western laughingly replied, âNever fear but he will soon come to my way of thinking.â âNever! never!â the old man snapped out and his lips almost clicked, he shut them so tightly. Mr. Western thinks the South ought not to submit quietly to Lincolnâs inauguration and expresses himselfâoften in the most ultra fashionâinconsistent, it seems to me, with his usual good sense. Mrs. Tâs brother [Will Webb] called with them. A young lawyer and pretty bright fellow. He and Mr. Western both got pretty excited over the discussion Mrs. T. had rescued her husband fromâ
DEC. 14THâ
Several girls called today all enthusiastic over Memphis being the most delightful place in the world as there are 1100 more young men in town than womenâa âregular paradise for visiting girlsâ they said. May we find it so! Mr. Western brought cousin Jack Henry out to take supper with us. He is a son of Uncle Gustavus Henry of Clarksville, Tenn. Thoâ born so near us, weâve never met beforeâsome sort of estrangement having existed between the families, but I am awfully glad I know Jack nowâfor he is lovely. Like all the Henry men he is fair with light wavy hair, but unlike them, instead of blue eyes, his are the softest dark hazel. His manners are elegantâneither stiff nor familiar. In fact we would not think of manners at all in connection with him. His pleasant ways are so much a part of himself, such easy graceâwithal so modest and unassuming. Not the least bit self asserting, yet even when there are a dozen others in the room, as was the case this evening, even though Jack is not speakingâhis presence is persuading. A Mr. Tom Grafton of Miss. and Mr. [James] Witherspoon, both young lawyers here (as is cousin Jack), called after supperâboth are bright handsome men and agreeable talkersâthough Mr. Grafton gave me the feeling that he was leading me to talk more for his own amusementâthan my entertainment, that he was mentally criticizing me though his manner was entirely gentlemanly, almost too deferential. I did not feel at ease talking with him and was glad when the conversation became general. Mr. Witherspoon, on the other hand, impressed me as a frank good natured fellow, with no reserves or hidden motives. They are law partners. Their office [is] in the same building and adjoining Mr. Western. They invited Jane and me to go to the theatre with them tomorrow night. Sister, Mr. Western and Jack are also going. Jane claims to go with Mr. Witherspoon and I hope it will be arranged that way, for if I were asked which I like best, on such short acquaintance, I think I would say Mr. Witherspoon. Yet, Mr. Grafton interests me most, I donât know just why.
DEC. 16THâ
Well, we went to the theatre last night. The play was âThe Lady of Lyonsâ and perfectly beautiful. I had read it and knew all the pretty passages by heartâbut Oh! how different to see it played! It was all so real I could hardly believe it was simply acting. We were in a box and I felt like we were part of the play. The only thing that marred my pleasure was Mr. Grafton. He sat there in his immaculate evening clothes, a little bunch of violets on the lapel of his coat. (He had brought me a beautiful big bunch and before we left the house asked for two or three to be pinned on his coat.) Instead of watching the play he was watching me most of the timeâinfinitely amused at my absolved interest. I have never been to any kind of theatre more than two or three times if so often and it was all new, beautiful and real to me and I could not assume an indifferent airâI wish I could, especially if Mr. Grafton is along. He has lived in New Orleansâtravelled a great deal, and of course I am awfully green in his eyes. In spite of him, I never enjoyed anything more.2
DEC. 17THâ
We dined with the Prestons this evening. Everything was elegant and pleasant till the gentlemen began talking politicsâwhen several of them got so excited it wasnât pleasant at all. If Lincolnâs name happens to be mentioned, itâs like a match thrown into powderâ.
DEC. 18THâ
The weather is mild and beautifulâreturned calls and had a lovely drive. After supper, Jack Henry and Mr. Withers[poon] called. Later Mr. Grafton with his Uncle, Mr. Crewâan old bachelor. I like Mr. Crew very much. Sister and Mr. Western make their home so delightful with her singing and his playing so sweetly on the violin to her accompanimentsâthat never an evening but some young men come out. Often tooâthe conversation is witty and brilliantâespecially if sister and Mr. Crewâtake the leadâand can keep away from politics. Tonight we got to talking about the play âLady of Lyonsââand naturally of loveâmarriageâlove in a hutâor palaceâwithout love and so on. As our discussion waxed spirited, I [was] carried away with my side of the argumentâlike the simpleton I amâquoted the speech of Ellen Douglas.
âRather would Ellen Douglas dwell,
A prioress in Moravanianâs [sic] cell,
Than in realms beyond the sea
Courting the worldâs cold charityâ
An outcast pilgrim would she rove
Than wed the man she can not love.â3
Then was so mad at myself for doing itâand felt like a fool. When Mr. Grafton said in the cold quiet way he has, âYou are sentimentalâarenât you Miss Underwoodââ Mr. Crew came to my rescue answeringââNo, not a bit sentimental, but her young heart is full of a true sentiment that you boys canât appreciate. Come, Miss Underwood, letâs you and I join your brother on the verandaâand leave these would be cynics.â Offering me his arm with an exaggerated grace we sailed out of the room, Mr. Grafton saying as we left, âA fine trick Uncleâwell played.â
I spent a pleasant half hour listening to Mr. Crew and Mr. Western talkâSister Jupe and Miss Jane entertaining the others till time to leave. When they all came out on the veranda Mr. Grafton saidââWell Uncleâhave you and Miss Underwood selected what star shall be your homeâwhen love becomes immortal?â âWe will forbid him the premises when we do, wonât we Miss Underwood?â answered Mr. Crew, and so with pleasant banter the evening endedâ But as is always the case when Mr. Grafton callsâleaving me with a feeling of dissatisfaction with myself.
DEC. 20THâ
Several gentlemen called. It was dreadful to hear how they talked. Mr. Western and Mr. Grafton did not hesitate to say they would be glad to see the country dividedâthat there was no similarity of interest in the two sections North and Southâno love between them and the sooner separated the betterâWorse than useless to be trying to live as one country and forever working against each other. Dear Pa charged me to avoid political discussions but goodness alive! how can I sit quietly and hear such talk as this. Sister, Miss Jane and I are strong unionâand Mr. Webb got very much excited as he argued against Mr. Western and Grafton. Though I think all he said was rightâhe uses such strong terms and gets so excited that he offends and does more harm than good. He and Mr. Grafton had called togetherâbut he made excuse to leave earlyâevidently as Mr. Grafton as well as the rest of us knewâbecause he did not want to walk home with Mr. Grafton. I wish I could have heeded Paâs advice tonightâbut it is impossible to sit quietly by and hear such talkâif one has any love at all for our countryâ I was very glad I had read Paâs last speech so carefullyâfor it seems to me there could be no finer arguments than he made in that for maintaining the Unionâand in my excitement tonight they were my best weaponsâbut Mr. Grafton belittled them and meâby saying, âIt is almost pleasant to differ with youâyour excitement in defending your causeâbrings such a pretty flush to your cheeks.ââ He makes me so angry by treating me like I was a silly child!
DECEMBER 21STâ
Got good home letters and from John Ward and Hugh GwynâJohn telling me how he missed meâand Hugh telling me other people didâalso a paper with a fine article in it, which Pa had written, in maintaining the Union.
DEC. 25THâ CHRISTMAS DAY.â
DEC. 26THâ
I was just dead tired yesterday when all the excitement was over and at last we could go to bed. Such a jolly day as we had, and in all my life I never got so many pretty things. By daylight all the darkies came tipping in, first one then anotherâpoking their black heads in the doorsâsuddenly calling out âChristmas Giff Mars Williamâchristmas giff Miss Jupe, Miss JaneâMiss Josie, christmas giff, everybody.â So we were all âcaught,â as we knew we would beâand had prepared presents for the occasion. There being no children in the house firecrackers were dispensed with but were popping all around the neighborhood. We had a great time unloading the stockings which we had hung up in sisterâs roomâMr. Western playing Santa Claus. Breakfast was hardly over before the bell began to ring and we [began] to receive all sorts of pretty gifts, books, flowers, baskets of fruits, cards and calls. After supper ever so many gentlemen calledâ We had egg nog with the brightest toastsâsinging and playing, with a battle of wits between Mr. Crew and Mr. Western which kept us in uproarious laughter. The climax of fun was reached when about 11 oâclock the bell rang and Jack Henry who had left a little while before staggered in with a big gunny sack on his backâmarked in white chalkââFor Miss Josie.â He put it down in the middle of the parlorâall gathered around whilst I untied the stringâWhen up popped Ed. Normanâs [Eckstein Norton] headâlike Jack-in-a-box. Out he stepped. Nobody except Jack knew he was in Memphis and they had planned this funny surprise. âWhat will you do with your present,â they all asked, making all sorts of fun at my expenseâso I said âIâll get Mr. [Thomas] Carrington (a banker) to lock it up in a safe deposit vault and he answered, âIâll do it with the greatest pleasure.â So the day endedâall as merry and happy as Christmas could b...