Nancy, Thanks so much for posting the website and information regarding the hospitals in Richmond. My German GG Grandfather, Sergeant-Major William H. von Eberstein of the NC 61st Regiment was wounded in the hip at Drewry's Bluff, Virginia, near Petersburg and was sent to a hospital in Richmond. He wrote of this in his memoirs. I have finally finished transcribing the portion of his memoirs dealing with the War, and hope to soon have it published. I'm including the part here about his being wounded and his time in the hospitals. It's written as he wrote it, spelling, punctuation, etc. I must admit that a couple of things that happened were quite humorous to me, even though it wasn't to him. "Capt Shoat and I fell at the same time he being shot through the Head and I through the thigh. The Regt marched right over us and with the other Troops they shove the Yankees before them. Emanual Edwards poor fellow was shot and killed in that charge. Capt Shoat was as brave a man as ever was on a Battle field. He came from the Western part of the State. Two of the Ambulance Corps took me and carried me to the rear. the shot and shell were falling all around us and I thought we should be killed any how. about one mile in the rear from where I was wounded we found behind a Hill the Dr. of a Georgia Brigade taking care of his wounded men. I remarked to him and asked him if he could not do something for me for I was getting very week from loss of blood. He replied that he could not do much for me as his wounded were coming in so fast and that the North Carolina Dr’s were only half a mile down. He looked at my wound put a bandage round it, and gave me a tin full of corn whisky to drink. The liquor revived me at once, and the bandage stoped the efusion of blood to a great extent, so we proceeded to our Dr’s Quarters. they were near the Bluff. The Ambulance me placed me down on the ground in a tent and the Dr which was Dr O’Haggen gave me another tin cup of corn Whiskey to drug me up as he was cuting of a leg at the time and could not attend to me just then. I had not been lying there long before a Yankee Prisoner was brought in wounded through the big toe. he was crying and making a doleful noise. I was a cursing him for being so white livered and for cry! ing like a baby and telling him that if he had remained home and not come there with the balance to fight us he would not now be wounded no more would I. Just at that time Capt Frederic Harding Capt of Genl Beauregard’s Escort from Petersburg had heard that I was wounded so he and Henry Patrick came in serch of me and found me lying down in the tent cursing that Yankee. they could not help laughing. Capt Harding remarked laughingly I should not think you would curse that way being wounded so bad as you are. He went to Dr O’Hagen and got him to attend to me at once. he dressed my wound then I was sent down to the Bluff to be put on board a Steamboat to be carried up to Richmond. I arrived at Richmond just at night. I was placed under a long shed with a great number of other wounded. I remained there some time complaining to the bystanders of the treatment we wounded soldiers met being put under a shed like a parcel of dogs. At las a man came along with a Horse Buggy. He asked me if I wished to go to the Hospital. I told Him I did. He took me in his Buggy and drove me to one of the Hospital’s in the City. I was taken in my name taken down Regt, Brigade and assigned to a bed. ! There I laid a few days when one day some Ladies came in the ward where I was loaded with Baskets of nickknacks, pies, cakes, and delicacies. One of them came up to me and asked what regt I belonged to. I told the 61st N. Ca. You are not a Virginian she said. I told her no, I was a North Carolinian. She left me and went to look for the Virginians. she gave them her delicacies. After she had gotten through and having some left she came to me and she asked me if I should like to have some. I told her no & thanked her that I was a North Carolinian and not a Virginian, but that I knew that they did not make any difference between the soldiers of the different Southern States. She left me with red cheeks. The next morning I ask the Dr as he came to my bed side to examine my wound, that I wish that as soon as he thought I could be moved that he would give me a transfer to the North Carolina Hospital. I also told him the circumstance. he was uterly astonished and he said he would put a stop to such things that it should not happen again there. In about ten days he transfered me to the North Carolina Hospital where I was received. there I found Dr Tuten who was an Asst Surgeon in the Confederate service. I remained at the Hospital about a week. then I received a wounded furlough for a few weeks to make room for other wounded as they were coming in from the front of Richmond by hundreds." I have about 13 ancestors who I know served in the War, and two of them are mentioned here in this portion of the memoirs. Captain Frederick Harding was a Great-Great Granduncle and I'm a 1st cousin of Henry Patrick 4 times removed. I also have copies of thirteen letters written home by Henry Machen Patrick who was later killed on the Darbytown Road at the Battle of White's Tavern near Petersburg, Virginia. I hope I haven't bored the list with all of this, but after seeing where the North Carolina Hospitals were in Richmond, I just thought I'd share this with the list. Thanks again for sharing the hospital information. It gave me more insight as to where my GG Grandfather was taken. Edward

Edward, I have taken quite a liking to your g-g-grandfather. He had a lot of spirit! I hope you'll let us know when his memoirs are published. Thanks so much for posting this excerpt! Nancy Nancy, Thanks so much for posting the website and information regarding the hospitals in Richmond. My German GG Grandfather, Sergeant-Major William H. von Eberstein of the NC 61st Regiment was wounded in the hip at Drewry's Bluff, Virginia, near Petersburg and was sent to a hospital in Richmond. He wrote of this in his memoirs. I have finally finished transcribing the portion of his memoirs dealing with the War, and hope to soon have it published. I'm including the part here about his being wounded and his time in the hospitals. It's written as he wrote it, spelling, punctuation, etc. I must admit that a couple of things that happened were quite humorous to me, even though it wasn't to him. "Capt Shoat and I fell at the same time he being shot through the Head and I through the thigh. The Regt marched right over us and with the other Troops they shove the Yankees before them. Emanual Edwards poor fellow was shot and killed in that charge. Capt Shoat was as brave a man as ever was on a Battle field. He came from the Western part of the State. Two of the Ambulance Corps took me and carried me to the rear. the shot and shell were falling all around us and I thought we should be killed any how. about one mile in the rear from where I was wounded we found behind a Hill the Dr. of a Georgia Brigade taking care of his wounded men. I remarked to him and asked him if he could not do something for me for I was getting very week from loss of blood. He replied that he could not do much for me as his wounded were coming in so fast and that the North Carolina Dr’s were only half a mile down. He looked at my wound put a bandage round it, and gave me a tin full of corn whisky to drink. The liquor revived me at once, and the bandage stoped the efusion of blood to a great extent, so we proceeded to our Dr’s Quarters. they were near the Bluff. The Ambulance me placed me down on the ground in a tent and the Dr which was Dr O’Haggen gave me another tin cup of corn Whiskey to drug me up as he was cuting of a leg at the time and could not attend to me just then. I had not been lying there long before a Yankee Prisoner was brought in wounded through the big toe. he was crying and making a doleful noise. I was a cursing him for being so white livered and for c! ry! ing like a baby and telling him that if he had remained home and not come there with the balance to fight us he would not now be wounded no more would I. Just at that time Capt Frederic Harding Capt of Genl Beauregard’s Escort from Petersburg had heard that I was wounded so he and Henry Patrick came in serch of me and found me lying down in the tent cursing that Yankee. they could not help laughing. Capt Harding remarked laughingly I should not think you would curse that way being wounded so bad as you are. He went to Dr O’Hagen and got him to attend to me at once. he dressed my wound then I was sent down to the Bluff to be put on board a Steamboat to be carried up to Richmond. I arrived at Richmond just at night. I was placed under a long shed with a great number of other wounded. I remained there some time complaining to the bystanders of the treatment we wounded soldiers met being put under a shed like a parcel of dogs. At las a man came along with a Horse Buggy. He asked me if I wished to go to the Hospital. I told Him I did. He took me in his Buggy and drove me to one of the Hospital’s in the City. I was taken in my name taken down Regt, Brigade and assigned to a bed! . ! There I laid a few days when one day some Ladies came in the ward where I was loaded with Baskets of nickknacks, pies, cakes, and delicacies. One of them came up to me and asked what regt I belonged to. I told the 61st N. Ca. You are not a Virginian she said. I told her no, I was a North Carolinian. She left me and went to look for the Virginians. she gave them her delicacies. After she had gotten through and having some left she came to me and she asked me if I should like to have some. I told her no & thanked her that I was a North Carolinian and not a Virginian, but that I knew that they did not make any difference between the soldiers of the different Southern States. She left me with red cheeks. The next morning I ask the Dr as he came to my bed side to examine my wound, that I wish that as soon as he thought I could be moved that he would give me a transfer to the North Carolina Hospital. I also told him the circumstance. he was uterly astonished and he said he would put a stop to such things that it should not happen again there. In about ten days he transfered me to the North Carolina Hospital where I was received. there I found Dr Tuten who was an Asst Surgeon in the Confederate service. I remained at the Hospital about a week. then I received a wounded furlough for a few weeks to make room for other wounded as they were coming in from the front of Richmond by hundreds."