98 years ago Joshua L Chamberlain died

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On this day in 1914, Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain died in Portland, Maine, at the age of 85. He had been very sick on and off for many years as a result of the wounds he suffered in the Civil War. For 50 years, he endured pain, infections, periodic incontinence and impotence but he always seemed to bounce back and continue on with his work. After the Civil War, he served four terms as the governor of Maine, he was an author and lecturer, he was a real estate investor, he was president of Bowdoin college, and he eventually ended his life as a surveyor in Portland. His life took a sharp decline after Fanny (me) died in 1905 and he ended up closing their home in Brunswick of 48 years to live in Portland where there were not so many reminders of her (me).

He died just after 9:30 in the morning, having been down with a cold for a while, and probably got urisepsis from his old wounds. His children were there with him when he died in the back bedroom of the simple white house on Ocean Avenue. The home is in private hands now but I drove by on my trip to Maine a few years ago to see where he left the world. I tend to look at the last years of his life as a historian with little emotion because I had taken my leave in 1905. He had a huge military funeral in Portland and then he was taken to Brunswick for another funeral and finally buried there in Pine Grove Cemetery.

History remembers him as the soldier who executed a bayonet charge on Little Round Top, was wounded six times in the Civil War, and had a number of horses shot out from under him in combat. I remember him as a complicated, tender and shy man who was deeply flawed but deeply spiritual, brave and intelligent too. The soldier was only a small part of his life but it impacted the rest of his life so much that it overshadowed everything else he did. For me, the biggest accomplishment was the way he held the family together even though we were often separated by geography or emotional discourse. No matter what trouble came our way, he never quit. He was a hands-on father as well, much more so than other men of his generation. He also understood women in ways that other men of his generation did not. Stubborn, prone to periodic jealousy and depression, intensely spiritual, highly intuitive, passionate, argumentative, messy and with a fertile mind, it’s really quite impossible to describe him in full form. He was just someone you had to know.

Even though I’m not living that life anymore, something deep inside still feels a void in not being with him in this lifetime. I miss his flirtatious humor and compassion the most. About four or five years before he died, a young lady was walking by the house and noticed him leaning on the front gate. They struck up a conversation and he told her about how he was looking for a new secretary but all the local help was hired out because of Bowdoin’s graduation season. She offered herself for the job and his eyes twinkled as he smiled and said, “Oh, could you?” It was then that she realized she had walked right into his charm and that was his plan all along. I like to tell that story because it shows that he could charm any lady into buying ketchup popsicles even if she was wearing white gloves. The young lady remained his secretary for a few years. As shy as he was in his early adulthood, he was very flirtatious and had quite a few female admirers, especially after the war. It was his humor, sincerity and clever mind that they loved. There was also something externally naive and innocent about him but there was a bit of a devil further inside too, which they all found wickedly attractive. I did too.

It’s difficult to be without him but it must be so for this lifetime. I have things I need to go through and learn that wouldn’t happen if he was here because I would depend on him too much. I’m learning, I’m growing, and one day I will see him again.

Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain before the Civil War.

Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain during the Civil War.

Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain at the end of his life.

The Chamberlain home in Brunswick, Maine.

The house where Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain lived at the end of his life. He died in a back bedroom.

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John Wilkes Booth and the little girl in Richmond

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My friend asked me to transcribe a newspaper article for her about John Wilkes Booth’s personal interactions with a little girl in Richmond before the Civil War. It sheds interesting light on him, so I decided to post it here, although the article may be somewhat clouded with hindsight. With the benefit of the passage of time, people tend to look at the past through rose colored glasses, and little girls are very prone to hero worship. I do think there is a great deal of truth in her account but possibly a little flowery and romantic in recollection. Take a look and judge for yourselves.

Wilkes Booth’s Ring.

[Mary Belle Beale in Philadelphia News.]

“Many and many a night we would return home with my father after the play was over. There was always a warm supper and a warm welcome for my father’s guests after the theater doors were closed. Those were the days of stock companies, and Richmond has been the cradle in which many of the now famous American actors were first taught to test their strength. Almost every night my father would drop in the Richmond theater, where he had a box, and it was very seldom that he came home alone. The first thing that Wilkes Booth would do would be to make for the nursery, where I lay asleep. He seemed a giant to me when he would hold me up aloft and straddle me across his shoulder. I remember one night his taking me down stairs and sitting me on a silver butter salver that stood embedded in flowers in the center of the table, whence I was rescued by my colored mammy, whose muttered ejaculation was: ‘Them play actors is the debble.’

“He was passionately fond of children. I’ve heard my mother tell about a play he used to act in, in which there was a child. ‘The Sea of Ice.’ I think it was, and she said he was so loving to the little thing that she would nestle in his arms in the wings until her time came to go on the stage.

“Just before the blockade began which divided the north and south, when the cannon had announced that Virginia had seceded, Wilkes Booth and the Richmond stock company seemed to disappear in the mist that was rising to overcloud the once united country. ‘Masks and Faces’ was the last performance given at the old playhouse that had once sheltered so gay a crowd.

“Just about that time I seemed to dream one night that somebody kissed me and put something on my finger. I was very much surprised to find next morning a little gold ring with ‘Regard’ in blue enamel on it in my bed. My mother took the ring to keep it for me until my finger grew to its size and she told me Wilkes Booth had gone away but she hoped to see him again. Mr. Booth was such a favorite with those who knew him, for he was brave, ardent and affectionate–three powerful qualities which are strong claimants upon the southern heart.

“Well, the days passed while I was running around in my homespun frocks, and soon the south was a conquered nation, and then came the terrible tidings of Mr. Lincoln’s assassination by the hands of him who had ever been so gentle and loving in the sunlit past. Ah, those were curious days when they took the little ring and hid it for fear my tongue might babble of that which I never knew. What did I know about assassination, or about rule or misrule?

“I only knew I should never feel those strong arms lift me again. I only heard my childhood’s friend had suffered the felon’s doom.

“There was a little girl with two blonde ‘pigtails’ on her shoulders and a world of defiance in her near-sighted eyes that sat, whenever she could steal away, down in the garden where the dandelions and violets carpeted the April robed terrace. My ring was there, and there I sat like some small but resolute Rizpah, alert to drive away all who would molest my treasure.

“I didn’t know anything about politics, and I was more sorry than I could tell for the president, whose kind eyes I had seen as he drove the week before through our town. I was thinking of the hands that would clasp mine no more as I guarded the ring of him whose heart was once so full of love for little children.”

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What is death like?

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A lot of people have been asking me questions about the nature of death and the process of dying in the wake of the passing of Whitney Houston.  I had to think about whether I would actually get into answering those questions just because there are people who are extremely sensitive and fearful of death who might be offended by open discussion about it.  However, the nature of fear is the unknown and I think if more people understood death, then they wouldn’t be so afraid of it.  So I’m going to answer the most common questions I get based on my personal experiences with going through the death process with people.

Please understand that this is a blog about the general process of dying, not entirely specific to Whitney Houston.  I personally don’t feel that it’s appropriate to put her process on blast so soon after her passing.  This blog is meant to help people cope with their fears of death, not sensationalize a tragic event in pop culture.

The most common misconception I hear about death is that people think it is somehow a mistake when someone dies “young”.  The truth is not a single person in existence dies before their predetermined time, even when it is a child who has died, which is a difficult idea to understand when you are facing the loss of a young loved one.  The only exception to this rule is suicide.  People who take their own lives, in my opinion based on personal experiences, are changing the conditions of their pre-planned life paths by taking their own lives – an act which is against universal law.  People have allotted time for their lives, no matter long or short, and there is always a reason for how and when they die but suicide is outside of it.  There is always a bigger lesson to be learned.  Either the person has completed their lessons for that lifetime or their death is meant to help other people with their own lessons.  It is never an accident or a mistake.  There is a reason for everything.  Every suicide I’ve encountered, however, has to go through a serious process of healing on the other side and they are often prohibited from reincarnating until they understand what they’ve done, just as people who have committed murder.

The second most common misconception I hear about death is that people think if the dying person is not surrounded by people they love, they die alone and it’s all very sad.  This is absolutely not true and I can speak from personal experience of witnessing it myself.  Death is not a finality.  It is just a transition.  The soul, the consciousness, whatever you want to call it, does not cease to exist when the body dies.  There is entirely too much emphasis placed on the importance of the body.  After we die, the body has no more value than discarded dirty clothes in the laundry.  In the next lifetime, we will get a new set of clothes – a new body.  But during the transition from physical world to the spiritual world, it is absolutely not true that we go through it alone.  Just like living people here are helping people prepare for death, spirits in the afterlife are also doing the same there end.  Souls of the people we have lost along the way are aware when her death is coming and they will come back to sort of hold our hands through the process.  Even if the death is quick or if it is lingering, the process is basically the same.  Love is not a connection that can be broken with death and our loved ones are still able to help us.

Several years ago, the man I regard as my stepfather died of cancer.  By the time he was diagnosed, it was too late for medical intervention, so he decided to go home and die as natural as possible, aside from painkillers and such.  I moved back home for the last three months of his life to help my mother through it.  We weren’t sure when he was going to go but as his time drew closer, the atmosphere in the house began to change.  There are, for lack of a better term, walls between the physical world and the spiritual world and when someone is getting ready to die, the walls become very, very thin in order to allow loved ones of the soon-to-be deceased to come and go and help as necessary.  A lot of people are not aware of these subtle changes in the environment because they are so wrapped up in their own grief that they can’t feel it, but mediums and such have long reported this kind of phenomena.  Outsiders coming into our house often told us that the energy in the house felt different – it felt heavier and crowded as if there were a lot of people around but there weren’t, not that they could see anyway.

As my stepfather moved in and out of consciousness toward the end, he was telling us about how his parents and other people were coming and going and helping him get ready to go.  This was not a hallucination because he was very lucid when he was awake and he was always able to tell us what day it was, what his name was, etc.  They were giving him spiritual lessons to pass on to us before they took him, including why he was being taken away from us after only five years of being with my mother.  We were lucky to get some spiritual answers like that which would be of great comfort to us after he was gone.  The fact that we were aware of the other side being involved in his transition from life to death helped us get through it and we recovered from grief much faster because we knew not only was he still in existence but he was still looking after us in his own way.  That is true for everyone who has passed away.  They still exist and they are still looking after us from their spiritual position.

Even when death comes quickly, such as an accident or something of that nature, in the majority of cases, the person who is dying is collected by their loved ones.  However, it is important to note that moving on into the afterlife is a choice.  Dying is not a choice but moving into the afterlife is a choice.  Loved ones will come and say this is what’s happening, come with us, we will help you, and so on and so forth, but free will exists in spirit just like it does in the physical.  If a person who has died refuses to move into the afterlife, then they become stuck and that is how a haunting happens.  Sometimes a person is not aware they had died because the death happened so quickly and their loved ones are not able to convince them that they have in fact died.  That is another cause of hauntings.  However, hauntings are not forever.  A soul, at any time, can choose to move into the afterlife and will therefore end the haunting.  There are a lot of cases where a haunting will suddenly end and never start again.  This because the soul finally accepted death and moved on to the afterlife.  Sometimes it takes living people to essentially stage a “taking back my house” ritual in which it resembles a bit of an intervention for the spirit to say they have died and they need to move on.  Even if a person dies very suddenly, if they have accepted the death, they will move on to the afterlife.  It’s really a soul by soul basis as to who moves on and who stays and for how long.

The only difference between someone who is dead and someone who is alive is having a body or not.  That’s it.  They live in their world and we live in ours but they can look after us from there and some of us can see them from here.

I’ve also heard several people saying over the years that they are afraid so-and-so is angry at them because they weren’t there when they died.  I wish to help people understand better that this is not true and I have never ever encountered a spirit who says, “I’m furious with so-and-so because they didn’t come say goodbye to me before I died.”  That has simply never happened.  That kind of guilt is a hangup of the living and needs to be released because it’s not doing any good and it’s only causing harm to yourselves.  When a person dies and successfully transitions into the afterlife, there is no such thing as anger or sorrow or any other negative feeling of that nature.  It simply isn’t the nature of the soul.  Unhappy spirits are the ones who are earthbound – the ones who haven’t accepted their death.  The majority of people will go on to the afterlife where everything is forgiven.  There is no such thing as being angry that so-and-so wasn’t there when they died.  As soon as you die, you are no longer interested in your body or what happens to it.  Your body is not you.  Your soul is you.  They are extremely aware of the love we give them throughout their lives into their deaths and being present when they die is really just a miniscule concern when you add up lifetimes of love.  Even if there was a rupture in relationships that were never resolved before death, you have to remember that they are in a position of having much more knowledge about everything in the universe than we do here within the limitations of the body.  Let go of your guilt because they have let go of it where they are now.

The point at which the soul leaves the body is debatable and not at all a “rule”.  We all leave our bodies from time to time for a reprieve when we are asleep but the majority of us never know it.  This is called astral travel or astral projection.  Sometimes people can do it at will.  When it comes to either severe illnesses or actually dying, the soul will actually leave the body, from what I have seen, before the body actually dies.  This is not true in every cause of death, however.  I’m talking about people in comas, people suffering with terminal illnesses who drift in and out, people who drown, and so on and so forth.  It’s especially true that the soul leaves the body before the body dies when the body is taking an extremely long time to die.  This is the universe’s way of sparing us of pain and suffering.  So in that respect, sometimes death comes very quick for people even when it looks like it’s taking a very long time.  They are saying that perhaps Whitney Houston drowned in her bathtub due to being unconscious from taking Xanax.  Again, we don’t know if this is true but I’m using it as a temporary example.  She probably went very quickly without suffering very much at all, if at all totally, because being unconscious facilitated her the ability to leave her body immediately with the help of spirits of loved ones around her.  Another example would be a friend of a friend of mine who was killed in a terrible car accident many years ago.  I am entirely certain that she left her body instantly and didn’t feel a thing even though the body she left behind was terribly mutilated and burned because of the accident.  The soul is amazingly resilient and the body is amazingly delicate.

So how does this entire thing affect people who have died and been brought back to life?  That is quite simple.  It simply wasn’t there time.  This is something that is commonly reported in near-death experiences.  When the person dies temporarily and is greeted by loved ones, they are almost always told the same thing: “It isn’t your time yet.”  Again, this goes back to the knowledge that nobody dies before they’re supposed to die.  Near-death experiences are designed to be a wake-up call for the people experiencing them as well as the people who hear their stories.  There is a purpose in near-death experiences.  Without them, we would not have faith that there is life after death and we would not be inspired to do better, to live a fulfilled life, and to do what is necessary for making the world a better place.  Occasionally people in near-death experiences will be given a choice about whether to die or come back and a very large number choose to come back, probably because something inside of them knows that it isn’t their time yet.  Again, free will plays a large role in these things but we usually do what is best for everyone around us, including ourselves.

I hope that helps some of you find answers to your questions about death and gives some comfort about the process.  I really encourage you to go and read about near-death experiences if you are feeling fear about it because people who have come back will give you hope.  Another idea is to watch I Survived… Beyond And Back, which is a show on Bio that allows people to talk about their near-death experiences and teach us what they have learned.  The common theme with all of them is, “I’m no longer afraid to die.”  And neither should you be afraid.  It’s just a transition from one world to the next.

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