Who’s the dapper Union general in a double-breasted coat, you ask? Why, it’s none other than Galusha Pennypacker in his Civil War days. Pennypacker (unlike many hard-to-pronounce names on this blog) is a jubilant joy for the tongue, like pedalpusher or Miss Moneypenny. It also brings Mother Goose to mind: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pennypackers.
Born on the first of June, 1844 in Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, Pennypacker’s life began with tragedy; his mother passed while he was yet a baby, and his father, a veteran of the Mexican-American war, decided he would rather go to California to see if there was gold in them thar hills than provide for his son. Raised by his grandmother, he grew up in the very home occupied by George Washington and used as headquarters during the Revolutionary war, in which his grandfather fought.
So it was no surprise that Pennypacker, at only 16, enlisted…
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