In 1864 John Greenleaf Whittier's wrote a famous poem about Barbara Fritchie's defiant stance against the soldiers of the Confederacy as they passed by her house in Frederick, Maryland. She waved her flag and Andrew Jackson ordered that no harm come to her. Whittier wrote the poem based on stories he had heard from multiple sources. He wrote it in good faith believing it to be completely truthful. However history tells a slightly different story.
The truth is that Fritchie was sick in bed the day the soldiers passed through, and they did not actually pass by her house. That day she had ordered her valuables hidden so that they would not be stolen. Her flag was waving outside and was shot multiple times by Confederate soldiers from a distance. However Fritchie did have a flag that she waved toward Union General Burnside's men, not Jackson's six days later. Fritchie's adoptive daughter's daughter left this account of the occasion.
"Jackson and his men had been in Frederick and bad left a short time
before. We were glad that the rebels had gone and that our troops came. My mother and I
lived almost opposite aunt's place. She and my mothers cousin. Harriet Yoner, lived
together. Mother said I should go and see aunt and tell her not to be frightened. You know
that aunt was then almost ninety-six years old. When I reached aunt's place she knew as
much as I did about matters, and cousin Harriet was with her. They were on the front
porch. and aunt was leaning on the cane she always carried. When the troops marched along
aunt waved her hand, and cheer after cheer went up from the men as they saw her. Some even
ran into the yard. 'God bless you, old lady.' 'Let me take you by the hand,' 'May you live
long, you dear old soul,' cried one after the other, as they rushed into the yard. Aunt
being rather feeble, and in order to save her as much as we could, cousin Harriet Yoner
said. 'Aunt ought to have a flag to wave.' The flag was hidden in the family Bible, and
cousin Harriet got it and gave it to aunt. Then she waved the flag to the men and they
cheered her as they went by. She was very patriotic and the troops all knew of her. The
day before General Reno was killed he came to see aunt and had a talk with her."
The truth is that Mrs. Mary S. Quantrell, another Frederick woman, had flown the flag in defiance of Jackson's troops, but no on took notice. It was Whittier's poem the solidified Fritchie's place in history, and provided inspiration for generations to follow, even though the story is not completely true.
-Professor Walter
Up from the
meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered
spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Round
about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach trees fruited deep,
Fair
as the garden of the Lord
to the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
On
that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;
Over
the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
Forty
flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Flapped in the morning wind; the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Up
rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;
In her
attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Up the
street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Under
his slouched hat left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
"Halt!" the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
"Fire!" out blazed the rifle-blast.
It
shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
Quick,
as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
She
leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.
"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag," she said.
A
shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
The
nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman's deed and word;
"Who
touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!" he said.
All
day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:
All
day long that free flag tost
Over the heads of the rebel host.
Ever
its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And
through the hill-gaps sunset light
shone over it with a warm good-night.
Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
and the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
Honor
to her! And let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Over
Barbara Frietchie's grave,
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
Peace
and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And
ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!