Following up on yesterday’s event:
This is the still standing house in old downtown Wilmington that my great-grandfather was brought to when he was shot that August evening in 1865. He did not die on the spot, but, like Lincoln and Van Gogh, was taken to a residence and died the next day. The house was owned by his father-in-law who took care of the family while Thomas was called to serve in the Civil War. A few months after his death, his wife Mary gave birth to my great grandmother Ida with the middle name of Thomas. Sadly Mary died soon after, “grieved herself to death,” per my grandmother’s family lore.
While we (I) often criticize the current medical profession for over-reach and under-knowledge, both of these young people would have been treated and saved today, from a bullet wound and severe reactive depression.
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