2013 – 3rd Annual Flyfest
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2013 – 3rd Annual Flyfest
Image by Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing – Northern VA
More than 65 people attended the Third Annual PHWFF Flyfest held at Harman’s North Fork Cottages in Cabins, W.Va., Dec. 6-8. The event was hosted by the PHWFF Fort Belvoir and PHWFF Quantico Programs and more than 35 Warriors and several family members from seven different PHWFF programs fished 1 ¾ miles of the private access trophy trout stream during the three-day weekend trip.
In attendance during the weekend were Volunteer Guides and Warriors from the two local programs in addition to members from programs in Martinsburg, West Va.; Richmond, Va.; Atlanta, Ga.; Winchester, Va.; and Hunter Holmes McGuire VA Medical Center, Richmond, Va. For 14 Warriors, it was the first time they had traveled to Harman’s. Also, three professional fly fishing guides/instructors attended and donated their time to the event.
The air temperatures never rose above the upper 30s and often included wind chills in the teens with heavy rain and snow during the weekend’s festivities.
Bigg Riggs Farm, owned by Calvin Riggleman, an Iraq Marine combat Veteran and small farmer from Loom, W. Va., provided all meals for the three-day event.
Friday and Saturday evenings included Warrior raffles for prizes donated by supporters from around the country. Additionally, three small businesses donated products through the two PHWFF programs’ relationships on social media.
Evenings were filled with various fly tying instruction at different cabins to include wet flies, soft hackle flies, streamers and clouser minnows. Volunteers and professional guides provided the free instruction.
The stream had been recently stocked by Harman’s with rainbow and brown trout, ranging in size from 17 to 20 inches. However, due to extremely heavy rains on Friday, Saturday’s fishing schedule was pushed back and instruction on fly casting and fly tying were held during the morning and early afternoon. Fishing was limited to “shore only” during the afternoon. Even though fishing was limited, Warriors caught fish.
Sunday morning, attendees woke to a winter storm and many left early in the day. Those who were able to stay fished from shore. Five Warriors decided to extend their stay to wait for the storm to pass so they could safely travel home. (photo Lally Laksbergs)
2016 Warriors Day Parade at the CNE, Toronto, ON, Canada
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PFC Edward A. Ribeiro Post No. 40 Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA.
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Edward A. Ribeiro was born 1922 as the middle son of Antonio and Virginia Ribeiro. He was raised in a proud traditional family and his dad served honorably in the US Army during WWI. Following this tradition, Eddie and his two brothers, Arthur and Anthony, all enlisted in the Army and served bravely in WWII. From 1942 on, Ed served valiantly in the European Campaigns of: Normandy Beach, Northern France, Rhineland and Central Europe. Eddie was wounded twice in combat for which he received the Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster. He was also awarded the Bronze Star for combat against the enemy, European African Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with 4 Stars, WWII Victory Medal and the American Campaign Medal. Eddie was honorably discharged in 1945.
Eddie was a long time resident of Plymouth having graduated from Plymouth High School. He played semi-pro football with the Plymouth Rockets. After leaving the service, he began a life long campaign of donating blood through various local socal clubs, accumulating over 25 gallons. This was a that was very rewarding and meaningful to him. Ed was also a very proud and active member of American Legion Post 40 for over 57 years. He served many years on the E-Boad and as sgt. at Arms. During this time, he volunteered over 1500 hours at the Brockton VA Medical Center, serving meals to veterans.
One of Eddie’s passions in life, was participating in the Post 40 Color Guard. Serving as a Corporal for many years, he was proud to represent the post in parades, dedications or wherever the Color Guard was needed. He greatly loved going up to Canada with his comrads marching with sister post, Royal Canadian Legion – Branch 120, in their Warriors Day Parade. Our good friend Eddie passed away in 2001 in May of 2002 at a ceremony in his honor American Legion Post 40 was re-named American legion P.F.C. Edward A. Riberiro Post 40 Plymouth,
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VIDEO: The Humble Harvest, Eternal Voices Part 1. Click Here. TRT: 21:14
The Humble Harvest and Eternal Voices – October, 1862, Jefferson County, WV.
After a great battle,
Annie Marmion (1851-1928) wrote: But just as she passed the window best seen by the Sharpshooters, a gust of wind blew her skirts and a curtain aside. Shots immediately announced that the light had been seen.
Mary Ames and William McCarter reflect at Harpers Ferry. The result of battle shakes William McCarter’s soul: I asked how the child had been killed. With both hands, she slowly and solemnly raised the blood stained cover off the little breast, saying in sobs as she did so, “Just look here.”
Mary Ames (1831-1884): Deeds of valor are no longer dreams gone by. We live in knightly days; our men are dauntless men. Will there ever be one to write the life of the common soldier?
St. Clair Augustin Mulholland (1839-1910)sees it differently:
The regiment had not lost a man, to be sure, but had seen a genuine fight, heard the scream of the shells and seen a caisson blown up and men knocked over.
Thomas Francis Meagher (1823-1867) inspires: ”Well, you are from the Old Sod, ain’t you?”
My reply was simply, ”Yes, sir.”
Charles Aglionby (1807-1891) keeps his farm going amid war: I sent the wagon to Mr. Moore and 27 bushels by measure. The day was fine for seeding. No military to be seen on our side of the hill.
Anne Willis Ambler (1836-1888) sees all from her parents farm Rock Hall:
Wednesday, October 15th. Pa is becoming rather tired of our South Carolina soldier. Thinks he is sufficiently well to leave – and
Heros Von Borcke (1835-1895) keeps one eye out for an empty seat at a dinner table: It was a sparkling beautiful morning of autumn and I enjoyed the ride home the more for being fortunate enough – firing from my horses back with my revolver – to kill a grey squirrel, which, as our mess arrangements had been thrown into utter disorder by the events of the last two days, was gladly welcomed the same evening on our dinner table.
October 9, 1862 Weather: A pleasant day – Charles Aglionby.
Bolivar Heights, Harpers’ Ferry, Va.
Observations of Harpers Ferry October 10th, 1862 – William McCarter (1840-1911), a stammering Irish-born poet in the 116th Pennsylvania Infantry Regiment. He had worked soaking and coloring hides in Philadelphia to support his family. He wrote:
Before the war, Harper’s Ferry had a population of about 2,000. But, now like Fairfax Courthouse, Virginia, it was inhabited only by old men, black and white, women and children and a garrison of then of Union troops. The Confederate Army evacuated on the 19th of September after burning all the stores and government buildings. The Rebs left the once beautiful and comfortable town a heap of black ruins, save for a few small mean brick and log huts.
The saddest and most humiliating sight to us here, and perhaps the heaviest loss to the United States government in this section of the country, was the celebrated Harper’s Ferry Arsenal and Armory. It was now one mass of ruins, with only a small portion of the stone work standing. Our own forces had applied the fire fiend to keep it out of Confederate hands. – McCarter, p.15.
Annie P. Marmion (1851-1928), then the ten-year-old daughter of Harpers Ferry doctor, Nicholas Marmion, recalled living under martial law and even under fire that same month by the Federal authorities:
Imagine a Town filled with houses enough to accommodate over 2,000 and more than nine tenths of them empty. All metals were saleable, hence not a door in all the houses had locks or bolts of any kind. The Owls enjoyed the Open House System and joined their mournful hoots to the general slamming to emphacize the silence and loneliness. No one entered the Town except some messenger of Ill, sent always, it seems, at the night and by water from the Blockading (and sharpshooting – JS) , always the Northern Army. For weeks at a time not a wheel or tramp of a horse would be heard for everything that moved was suspected and was liable to be fired upon. . . .
The great objects in life were to procure something to eat and to keep yourself out of sight by day, and your lamps or rather candle light hidden by night, lights of every kind being regarded as signals to the Rebels were usually greeted by a volley of guns.
Groceries were luxuries not to be touched except in time of sickness but flour and meal must be had. Mills were few and far between and I wonder now where the wheat and corn came from.
Harry must go foraging and so they go. John and Queen are hitched to the farm wagon each is decorated with “the flag of Truth” as Harry calls it, as is also his hat. A flag floats from each end of the wagon, thus adorned and accompanied by one of my brothers – a lad of 12 or 13 he starts in the direction of the Southern lines in the rest of Jefferson County.
The outgoing trip is accomplished in all safety but the return late in the evening is not so fortunate. The meal, flour and some other provisions have been procured, the team has nearly reached the top of a long hill crowned with a dense woods when the Doctor on horseback joins them . . . but certain it is that a heavy and persistent fire (is) opened upon the party now in full view of the Northern Army. . . when the Doctor’s riding horse and one of his wagon horses are shot, (they) quickly get under cover of the woods and sheltering the horses, the “human element” also falls prostrate until darkness covers the earth. Then they resume and accomplish the homeward journey. The balls taking effect in the horses neck were afterwards extracted and both animals recovered. – Ibid, p. 8.
Mary Clemmer Ames (1831-1884), later a leading journalist, was caring for the wounded and burying the dead in Harpers Ferry in late, 1862. A strong woman’s rights advocate, she wrote “Eirene: A Woman’s Right” in 1872 that included these accounts of her time at Harpers Ferry. She visited the Lutheran Church on Washington Street:
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The vestibule and closets of the little Lutheran church standing mid-way between Bolivar and Harper‘s Ferry, and now filled with wounded, are piled with the knapsacks and haversacks of dying and dead soldiers. I go to these and open them, take out every treasure they contain, and with a letter send them to the friends of the boy who owned them.
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A little drummer boy died yesterday. I have found his haversack; it contained a picture of himself, taken with his mother when he enlisted. Such a rosy boy! I thought as I looked upon him yesterday, wasted and dead, that I was glad that his mother could never know how he changed before he died. I have sent his last message and all his things to her. The eloquence of these worm-eaten, moldy bags cannot be written. Here is the piece of stony bread, uneaten, the little paper of coffee, the smoked tin cup in which it was boiled over the hasty fire on the eve of battle; here is the letter sealed, directed, never sent; here is the letter half written, never ended, beginning “Dear wife, how I want to see you,” “Dear mother, my time is almost out;” and the rusty pen just as it was laid in the half-filled sheet by the brave and loving hand which hoped so soon to finish it. Here are scraps of patriotic poetry carefully copied on sheets of paper tinted red, white, and blue; here are photographs of favorite generals, and photographs of the loved ones at home; here are letters full of heart-breaking love and of sobbing loyalty to duty and of holy faith and cheer written to them from home; and here is the Testament given him by the woman that loved him best. Mother, these are all mementos of brave, loving life gone out. The boys who owned them will never go back. To one unfamiliar with the soldier’s life these relics might mean little.
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To me they mean all love, all suffering, all heroism. Deeds of valor are no longer dreams gone by. We live in knightly days; our men are dauntless men. Will there ever be one to write the life of the common soldier? His blood buys us all that we hold dear — country, home, a free government, the endless privileges of a free people. I ask no higher privilege than to serve him living and to honor him in his grave.
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It is after I have been the rounds of ward and tent that I come into this old vestibule and sit down to this sacred task. Sometimes I make up many packages. Sometimes I take up some mother’s or sister’s letter, and it brings so much back to me that I can’t go on. This was so last night. It must have been late, but I did not know it. I looked up from the contents of the knapsack which had moved me so much, and for the first time realized the appalling loneliness of my surroundings. There were the high walls of the vestibule all torn with bomb-shells, its dark open closets; its wide floor piled high with old knapsacks and haversacks, I sitting in the midst of them on a box, with no light in the place but that given by the one tallow candle at my side, which threw its feeble and flickering rays over the open bags and their contents. My own feelings, I presume, made the place seem more weird and desolate than ever before. – Ames, pp. 176-177.
Next: The Humble Harvest, Eternal Voices Pt. 2 – The Jovial Mulholland, Charlestown Skirmishing and First Blood, Aglionbys, Willis and Amblers Farm and Feed the Passing Horde
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