Cathy Gohlke

Cathy Gohlke http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html Cathy Gohlke “Ever been inside the fort?” “No, sir.” “She wasn’t built as a prison at all, but the war changed that. Filthy, overcrowded, a haven for small pox and dysentry. . . .and just wait till the hot weather steps in--mosquitoes and . . .” http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#0 bf2ac4f8-ef21-48f3-9bdb-95646a8a94be http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00007afd.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00007afd.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">“Ever been inside the fort?”<br/></p><p class="Caption">“No, sir.”<br/></p><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; " class="Caption">“She wasn’t built as a prison at all, but the war changed that.  Filthy, overcrowded, a haven for small pox and dysentry. . . .and just wait till the hot weather steps in--mosquitoes and . . .”</p></div></div> “Officers’ quarters for prisoners stand above the sally port.” “Sally port?” “The fort’s entrance. Enlisted prisoners are kept in those long barracks outside the fort. You can see them from here. makes escape a little easier than the Federals would like.” http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#1 05750f42-10b3-417b-b808-5e3c44e66115 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003ca65.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003ca65.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">“Officers’ quarters for prisoners stand above the sally port.”<br/></p><p class="Caption">“Sally port?”<br/></p><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; " class="Caption">“The fort’s entrance.  Enlisted prisoners are kept in those long barracks outside the fort.  You can see them from here.  makes escape a little easier than the Federals would like.”</p></div></div> I’d pictured it like the wilderness forts out west sketched in the dime novels--hundreds of tree trunks standing tight, side by side. But these were massive, thick gray stone walls, parapets and ramparts, . . .” http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#2 fe9880d7-33ee-47f3-9716-82cbe39d6e3d http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00008d18.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00008d18.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">  I’d pictured it like the wilderness forts out west sketched in the dime novels--hundreds of tree trunks standing tight, side by side.  But these were massive, thick gray stone walls, parapets and ramparts, . . .”</p></div></div> “ . . . and windows spouting cannon--a solid, monstrous thing and enough to put the fear of God into anybody. . . ” http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#3 34712a45-4331-44a0-8faf-055b9a6e8ad8 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003a258.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003a258.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">“ . . . and windows spouting cannon--a solid, monstrous thing and enough to put the fear of God into anybody. . . ”</p></div></div> He smiled, as though I’d just explained something he knew all along. “Follow me. General Schoepf might wish to see you.” The boy private glared, but stood smart aside. I stepped light to keep stride with the captain, who was already halfway through the stone entrance tunnel. . . http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#4 866a7e2d-7615-4e0f-9559-5bcb2bc3dc2c http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc000105e5.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc000105e5.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">He smiled, as though I’d just explained something he knew all along.  “Follow me.  General Schoepf might wish to see you.”<br/></p><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; " class="Caption">The boy private glared, but stood smart aside.  I stepped light to keep stride with the captain, who was already halfway through the stone entrance tunnel. . .</p></div></div> The captain marched fifteen steps ahead. I hustled after him, across the moat and out to a field in a couple dozen long plank buildings. http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#5 b074179c-d974-4114-a293-e6777aa0d5aa http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00027a25.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00027a25.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">The captain marched fifteen steps ahead.  I hustled after him, across the moat and out to a field in a couple dozen long plank buildings.</p></div></div> Most were yellow washed, with six windows on a side, none on the end. They didn’t look like houses--no regular chimneys, but didn’t look like barns either--no silos. http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#6 223352d5-8af5-4b4e-9fa6-a8f39c5df2fd http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0000de28.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0000de28.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">  Most were yellow washed, with six windows on a side, none on the end.  They didn’t look like houses--no regular chimneys, but didn’t look like barns either--no silos.</p></div></div> Three plank rows, floor to ceiling, ran front to back along both sides of the eighty foot walls. Men packed row after row, wedged tight, laid like spoons. . . . men who’d looked too weak to stir swarmed from the bunks to the floor, angry and cursing, shouting threats at the officer and his men. Two prisoners pushed between Cousin Albert and the guard, a living shield. A shot rang out, then another. Prisoners fell back. The two who’d shielded him . . . . http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#7 b1abecf9-0389-491b-8ecf-e0947e76def9 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/Ft.%20DE--Inside%20Pris.%20Bar..jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/Ft.%20DE--Inside%20Pris.%20Bar..jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">Three plank rows, floor to ceiling, ran front to back along both sides of the eighty foot walls.  Men packed row after row, wedged tight, laid like spoons. . . .  men who’d looked too weak to stir swarmed from the bunks to the floor, angry and cursing, shouting threats at the officer and his men.  Two prisoners pushed between Cousin Albert and the guard, a living shield.  A shot rang out, then another.  Prisoners fell back.  The two who’d shielded him . . . .</p></div></div> sc0001493c http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#8 b36cb385-0970-470e-a9ff-1d575a0f9eb5 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0001493c.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0001493c.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">sc0001493c</p></div></div> This time I stayed on his heels. When he pushed through the heavy wooden door, I pushed , too, into what looked like a mailroom. http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#9 b1794363-3406-4607-97e5-0c218edea1d2 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00007b0b.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc00007b0b.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">This time I stayed on his heels.  When he pushed through the heavy wooden door, I pushed , too, into what looked like a mailroom.</p></div></div> Soldiers sorted letters and packages; http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#10 78f9ffca-2b25-4c40-821a-333bad419e69 http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003df26.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/sc0003df26.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">  Soldiers sorted letters and packages; </p></div></div> two more sat reading from the stack of letters, blacking through lines. Before I got my bearing the captain had crossed the room and barred another door between us. “Wait here!” http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs.html#11 9bcb3baf-c37b-4857-b40f-53220d03553d http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/Ft.%20DE%20desk.jpg?derivative=thumb http://www.cathygohlke.com/Site/Watchfires_Photographs_files/Media/Ft.%20DE%20desk.jpg?derivative=micro <div style="padding: 0px; " class="image_cluster_layout_style_default_External_0_0"><div class="image_cluster_layout_style_default"><p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; " class="Caption">two more sat reading from the stack of letters, blacking through lines.  Before I got my bearing the captain had crossed the room and barred another door between us.  “Wait here!”</p></div></div>