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Private James Lewis Teatsorth

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Private James Lewis Teatsorth Veteran

Birth
Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio, USA
Death
8 Nov 1922 (aged 76)
Chattanooga, Hamilton County, Tennessee, USA
Burial
Chattanooga, Hamilton County, Tennessee, USA Add to Map
Plot
S, 14149
Memorial ID
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American Civil War Veteran
Company C & E
31st Ohio Infantry

Enlisted January 15, 1864
Honorably discharged July 20, 1865

Married to Mary Eschburger on December 12, 1867 in Saint Nicholas Catholic Church, Findlay, Ohio by Father Edward J. Vattman. Issued marriage certificate 256, Record of Marriages, Volume 5, Page 86, on December 11th, 1867 in Hancock County, Ohio.

He and Mary lived in Findlay, Ohio in 1900. In 1920 they were living in Chattanooga, Tennessee with their son, Freddie.

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine,
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
Nor idle thoughtless jest,
escape your lips where sweetly sleeps this hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat,
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
here laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
- PEARL RIVERS
American Civil War Veteran
Company C & E
31st Ohio Infantry

Enlisted January 15, 1864
Honorably discharged July 20, 1865

Married to Mary Eschburger on December 12, 1867 in Saint Nicholas Catholic Church, Findlay, Ohio by Father Edward J. Vattman. Issued marriage certificate 256, Record of Marriages, Volume 5, Page 86, on December 11th, 1867 in Hancock County, Ohio.

He and Mary lived in Findlay, Ohio in 1900. In 1920 they were living in Chattanooga, Tennessee with their son, Freddie.

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine,
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
Nor idle thoughtless jest,
escape your lips where sweetly sleeps this hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat,
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
here laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
- PEARL RIVERS


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