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In the War of Independence, 1776, the surrender of the British at Yorktown ended this War. In the War of 1812, it was surmised that the British would return to Yorktown to avenge this defeat. The Americans were well prepared to meet them. I find the following, "Frank Gilmer, Jefferson Randolph, the Carr's and others, have got tired waiting for the British and gone home". They were part of a calvery company commanded by Col. Samual Carr, stationed at Yorktown, Virginia. Colonel Samual Carr was a brother of Dabney Carr (b.1777 d.1862) of Aspin Hill Plantation.
"Life in the country late 1800 and early 1900, as
remembered from my early childhood days."
From daylight to dark, from Monday through Saturday, it was nothing but hard farm work, planting, cultivating, harvesting, an endless job never finished. Having worked for six days in work clothes, it became for many a torture to don Sunday clothes, especially Sunday shoes, that rgrely ever fitted the feet of the owner. Thus on the way to Church, they went barefoot until close to Church, then put on their shoes for at least two hours of preaching by some long-winded preacher. Sunday clothes being worn only once a week seemed to last forever; no one would think of buying new ones until the older ones were beyond repairs. I only remember having one Sunday suit of clothes during my childhood; as
I	grew larger, my mother would make this suit larger. When I was about fifteen, my mother bought me my first long pants suit of clothes. Not to attend Church on Sunday was a disgrace, so everyone went whether they enjoyed it or not. When preaching was over, there was but one thought, get off those tight-fitting shoes and Sunday clothes.
Sunday afternoon was the time set aside to visit with kinfolks and friends to talk old times and religion. The axim of the times for children was "Seldom seen and never heard"; thus, I always stayed behind and was never heard. I am now proud that I was a good listener. Foremost among the topics of discussion were our famous kinfolks, the Lewis and Clark expedition to the Northwest, and exploits of Colonel John S. Moseby of Confederate fame. To narrate all of these would require a volume itself, so I will limit these stories to one about Colonel John S. Moseby, not covered in any book I have read about him. To begin, the price for the capture of Colonel Moseby was very large, and the North used every means it had to capture him. It seems that a kinsman of Colonel Moseby died and the Northern soldiers were certain that Colonel Moseby would attent the funeral. The funeral over, and no Colonel Moseby, they began making a close check, finding that they had one too many soldiers; they then knew that Colonel Moseby had in fact attended the funeral and was now gone. Colonel Moseby stated that he never used a disguise, but this instance can be excused. When evening wore on, the discussion finally narrowed