Posted on | March 18, 2012 | 8 Comments
President O’Bama celebrated St. Patrick’s Day at the Dubliner in D.C., but the unseasonably warm spring day took our family to Antietam National Battlefield Park, scene of The Battle of Sharpsburg.
Reagan, 9, and Emerson, 11, have a laugh at the expense of Yankee Gen. Ambrose Burnside, who was ordered to cross Antietam Creek and got it into his head that the only way to do this was by capturing the bridge. Burnside’s folly cost his IX Corps hundreds of casualties and four crucial hours, as some 500 Confederates held off more than 5,000 Union troops. In his memoir I Rode With Stonewall, Confederate officer Henry Kyd Douglas, a native of Sharpsburg, wrote of the creek: “Go and look at it, and tell me if you don’t think Burnside and his corps might have executed a hop, skip, and jump and landed on the other side. One thing is certain, they might have waded it that day without getting their waist belts wet in any place.”
The family picnicked at the McKinley Monument.
Despite the hat, nobody offered to kiss 13-year-old Jefferson. He blames this on anti-ginger prejudice.
Reagan poses at the McKinley Monument with her green shoes.
Another picture of Reagan, just because she’s so cute.
The 19-year-old twins, James and Bob, with their girlfriends Danielle and Mercedes.
Old guy at the bridge. On the way back home, we stopped in Boonsboro and got ice cream for the kids. Being the Best Dad Ever™ is a cool job.