On September 23rd, Confederate soldier Larkin Poe rode a borrowed horse down the Brotherton Road, turning north on the LaFayette Road once he reached the Brotherton cabin. Inside, he found his father in law, George Brotherton, who joined him. A quarter-mile on, they stopped at the still-smoking ruins of his own farm, at the southern end of Poe Field. His acreage was still carpeted with bodies. His fences were destroyed, whatever crops they protected trampled. His wife Sarah and his two children (Hilliard, aged 2, and Gussie, just ten months old) were missing. The view was grisly, including a dead Federal whose legs had been burned away by the fire.
Poe was a member of Company K, the 4th Georgia Cavalry. He was a teamster, hauling supplies. He and his company camped at Jay’s Mill on the 22nd, and this was the first chance he had to find out what had become of his family.
Later that day, Poe discovered that his family survived, and were sheltering in a ravine with about two dozen other locals behind the Snodgrass farm. That was a relief, to be sure, but his farm was destroyed, and his dependents were now refugees. All Poe could do was leave them a sack of grain before he had to rejoin his command.
Harry Smeltzer, at Bull Runnings, likes to do a thing he calls “pulling threads.”
Last evening, I was listening to Slacker when a new song came on. The band was called “Larkin Poe.” That caught my attention. Couldn’t possibly be, right?
Here is their website: http://www.larkinpoe.com/
Turns out I knew these singers previously, as the Lovell Sisters, having heard them on the radio and internet from time to time. In the internet age, though, no question goes unanswered for long.
From their own website:
We have a very colorful family history,” explains lead singer/guitarist Rebecca, 23, who also plays mandolin and violin. “There were a lot of creative, hot-headed, and intelligent branches that went against the grain in our family tree. Our paternal grandfather suffered from schizophrenia, while our great, great, great, great grandfather, Larkin Poe, was a Civil War wagon driver turned historian and a distant cousin to Edgar Allen Poe. Growing up with their crazy stories deﬁnitely shaded our perception of normal. As artists, I think some of those innate eccentricities, passed down from generation to generation, have been even further exaggerated in us!” Megan, 25, who contributes lapsteel and dobro to the line-up, chimes in, “As sisters, we just wanted to pick a band name that had familial signiﬁcance, so we decided to tip a nod to our ancestors and take on the name Larkin Poe.”
So there you go. It’s the same guy. Will I buy this album? You bet. I Wonder if I should include it in my bibliography?