Hosted by Tom and Trish May Farms, 677 Longwoods Road, Wardsville.
Brock gave Tecumseh a Pocket Compass when they met to plan their attack on Fort Detroit. After his death at the Battle of the Thames on October 5, 1813, a warrior requested that the compass be engraved in Tecumseh’s memory.
“Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the clouds, the great sea as well as the earth?” Tecumseh asked. Tecumseh had a genius for strategy. He was a man of intelligence, eloquence, courage and character, a relentless enemy but a merciful victor to captives. He was respected and held in high esteem by friend and foe alike. While fierce and fearless in warfare, Tecumseh was an honourable opponent. Ever “merciful and magnanimous,” this “gallant and impetuous spirit” learned idealism and compassion from his brother The Prophet, and was never savage or sadistic to his captives.
When no less a personage than Isaac Brock said of him, “A more sagacious or gallant warrior does not exist,” he was speaking of one of the continent’s unforgettable sachems, perhaps, the most lauded Aboriginal leader in North American history.
Excerpt from Upper Canada History Narratives: Tecumseh
Moraviantown is no more. It had been our home briefly until it was set ablaze by the Americans.
The defeat left us again homeless and in a state of terror, rending the air with sobs and lamentations. We were a war-worn group and as I wandered aimlessly with a baby on each hip, I encountered an enemy officer. Unbeknownst to me, he retold my plight to the Commodore and I was provided with money and a wagon to transport us home to Amherstburg, a distance of more than 100 miles.
“May God bless and prosper him. He is the kindest and most generous gentleman in the world and has been an angel of mercy to me and my poor babies. He has not only paid this man to take us home but has given me all this money for these dear little ones.” We are, at last, homeward bound!
By Anne Carruthers, February 2012
Source: In the Midst of Alarms; The Untold Story of Women and the War of 1812, Dianne Graves, 2007, Robin Brass Studio Inc., Montreal, Que. Pg.285-286
Painted by the Bothwell Boy Scouts Troup and Families
Word has reached our farm that the Americans are coming this way. I hide in a thicket a distance from the house in hopes that I am invisible to their keen, hungry eyes. It gives me time to gather my thoughts of times gone by.
Memories of leaving an old country for a new one, across a vast ocean. Memories of departing again, for a beginning in a newer, better country. Memories of working side by side with my husband to clear our very own land. Memories of my first garden with the fragrant scent of lily-of-the valley but also the cabbages, onions and squash that kept us over the long winter. Memories of evenings with the family, keeping warm by the blazing hearth. Memories of two tiny graves in a clearing in the woods. Memories of the first whispers of war which we were reluctant to believe. Now they are memories no more, but a cold, cruel reality.
I am disinclined to leave my home and especially, those tiny graves, but if I must, I will rely on my happy memories to sustain me.
Written by Anne Carruthers, Melbourne. February 2012
What everyone has been waiting for. Through vision, creativity and hard work, the thirty block Longwoods Quilt is completed. Click above on Stories to find the story that goes with each block.
What a project we have created to commemorate the War of 1812 women.
Thanks to Northcott Fabric and Joan Hillhorst at Sew Creative and all the Ladies of the Quilt Team. Call Joan at Sew Creative to enquire about borrowing the quilt and a speaker for your community group. (519) 264-2177