Av and I visited the site of LaGrange College this weekend. The town of LaGrange AL, on a ‘spur’ of the Cumberland Mountain, was founded around 1822, and at one time more than 400 people lived there, mostly as a summer resort which they referred to as “Rocky Hill”. Previously Chickasaw land, it was considered holy to the Indians who had lived there, and they vowed when they were forced out that the land would be cursed because it had been taken from them.
Today the town is sometimes called the ‘vanished village’.
LaGrange college was founded in 1830, and the University of North Alabama, in Florence, considers LaGrange as its predecessor – so this year, UNA is celebrating its 175th year.
The monument reads:
This is the Site of LaGrange College Chartered in 1830 by Act of the Legislature of Alabama An Insitution of High Order for Men Attended Chiefly by Students From the Southern States
The College was Burned April 28, 1863 By Federal Cavalry Commanded by Colonel Florence M. Cornyn Under General Granville Dodge
Presidents Bishop Robert Paine 1830-1846 Dr. Edward Wadsworth 1846-1852 James W. Hardy 1852-1853 Rev. Smith Moore 3 months 1853 Dr. R. H. Rivers 1854-1855 Rev. Felix Johnson 1855-1858 Col. J.W. Robertson 1858-1862
The college was originally opened by the Methodist Church, but there was some turmoil over the school’s future due to money issues – in 1855, the school was moved for a short while to Florence even (now UNA) – but the State took it back over in 1857 and renamed it ‘LaGrange College and Military Academy’ in LaGrange. It was at this point that it was considered ‘The West Point of the South’.
When the war started, most of the teachers and students had enrolled in the CSA army. In fact, the college had closed its doors in 1862 due to this fact.
In “With Sabre and Scalpel, The Autobiography of a Soldier and Surgeon” by John A. Wyeth, he writes this about the cadets at LaGrange:
Of the one hundred and seventy-nine cadets, with the exception of three lads who to the end of the war were still too young to enter the service, all became soldiers of the Confederacy. Of this number twenty-three were killed in battle, and twenty-six died in the service from wounds or diseases incident to exposure, a total death-rate in the war of nearly twenty-eight per cent. Of those who survived many suffered from wounds or acquired diseases which carried them, soon after the close of hostilities, to untimely graves, while some who still live are suffering from those injuries which have handicapped them in their struggle for the support of themselves and families. True to their convictions of duty, they were worthy sons of the land they loved. The story of their war experiences would fill a volume of thrilling narrative, and were it possible I would honor these pages with the roster of their names and the record of their heroism. There were four, however, to whom I am closely bound by the ties of an affectionate friendship, which, commencing in youth, ripened with the years of maturity and crystallized with age. They were of the flower of our country, typical of the spirit of the South.
There weren’t many inhabitants of LaGrange when Union Colonel Florence M. Cornyn and his “Destroying Angels” of the 10th Missouri cavalry burned and destroyed the college on April 18, 1863. They also destroyed the Lafayette Female Academy, which was established by the Baptist Church in 1825.
Wyeth also writes:
A bill was introduced in Congress in 1904 by Hon. William Richardson to reimburse the trustees of La Grange Military Academy for the loss sustained by the destruction of this property during the Civil War. To replace at this period the library of four thousand volumes belonging to the institution, together with the chemical and physical apparatus, furniture, buildings, etc., would require at the lowest estimate one hundred thousand dollars. Upon the introduction of this bill the matter was referred to the Court of Claims. Over the door of that court might well be written the quotation from Dante, “Who enters here leaves Hope behind.”
LaGrange was never rebuilt. In 1904, a reunion was held and a church was the only building left standing.
Cornyn later went on to burn Florence, including the Globe Cotton Mills. Curiously, he was killed by his own second-in-command, Lt. Col. William D. Bowen on Aug. 10, 1863. I haven’t found if that was accidental or what…
Today, it’s (sadly) really just a site of where the college stood, with buildings brought in to make it more of an attraction.
There is a is a dog-trot log house which was built in 1908 and moved to the site in 1995 to become the welcome center.
This is a pic of the “LaGrange Bed & Breakfast”, which was built in 1880 in Tuscaloosa county and moved twice, and donated to the site in 1998 to be used as a B and B:
A wedding chapel is also on the site. It started out as a one-room log house in Flatwoods, but weddings are performed there now. It’s really pretty:
Across the street from the college site is a country store that stocks things like bonnets and aprons, but it’s only open by appointment or during school field trips, according to the LaGrange brochure.
Down the road from the college site is the old LaGrange cemetery:
The cemetery is listed on the Alabama Historical Register of Landmarks.
There are two main stories told about the cemetery, one is (a creepy one) about the ‘petrified lady’ – a little bit about that here. Another is about the Abraham Ricks monument, which supposedly cost $5000 back in 1852.
At the University of North Alabama, one of their dorm buildings is named after LaGrange.
I have family buried at Black Oak Cemetery in Dekalb County, and I was there last week to take pictures and get good dates for my genealogy projects.
Besides the usual markers….marble, granite…were these wonderful hand-made markers. This first one below is for John L.A. Brown – he was born September 19, 1800 and died October 19, 1818 (Alabama wasn’t even a state until 1819). His marker as well as some of the others feature this tree motif. What else this particular one includes is heart shapes, and a hand pointing up.
I have a friend whose relative passed away (just a couple of years ago), and their family members dug the grave themselves, with shovels, not machinery – not because they couldn’t afford to hire someone else to do it, but because they wanted to – as a kind of service in itself. I’m pretty sure you couldn’t do that at a big city cemetery, but this was beside a small country church.
The family members who made these monuments below decorated the gravestones by hand either because they couldn’t afford a professional stone, there was noone nearby to do the job, or because they felt it was their duty. In whatever case, these stones in particular seem so much more *real*.
This pic of the Laura Kelly monument is from the Kosciusko City Cemetery in Kosciusko, MS.
Laura Kelly died in 1890, and her husband ordered a statue to be made in her likeness (incl. dressed in her wedding gown) from a sculptor in Italy. The Kelly’s home was under construction when she died, so Mr. Kelly instructed the builder to add a third story to the home so that he would be able to look out the window and see his wife’s monument.
As I’ve blogged about before, the royal Roma family Mitchell is buried in Meridian. When I was there this week, I took this pic of what was on Kelly’s stone. The objects change on a very frequent basis.