"Bloody Tennessee"
By Art Ogle

Here is more detailed info regarding the service to the Confederacy, to wit the 4th Tennessee Volunteer Infantry Regiment, of the Goodmans. Father Anderson and son George Goodman, father and grandfather to my grandmother Sally Goodman Ogle.

It's sorta lengthy written in the style of Tennessee country people. Please indulge me and read as much as you think interesting.

Methinks Tennessee was not too unlike Missouri. Dangerous to support Lincoln and the Union, dangerous to support the "Cause", and most dangerous if you attempted to stay neutral.


Monday, March 9, 1908

Was in Tennessee Army.  I am a native of Tennessee; was born in Grundy County in 1845. I will be 63 years old March 28. I am one of those old ex-confederates, was in the Tennessee Army, Fourth Confederate Regiment, Company G.  Barnes was our Captain.  He was a good officer and a good man.

I served awhile in Captain John P. Henley's Company.  During my last service we ran some Tennessee Federals in a barn and they shot me through the right arm before we got them smoked out.  I was in a fix then, sixty miles inside of their lines and not able to ride out.  Next morning a boy by the name of Levan and I were carried up the side of Cumberland Mountain to an old stillhouse and a man brought something to eat, and old man Levan and my mother found out where we were and they come to us.  The Federals had killed my Father; he was 53 years old when they killed him.  He had been in the Army, but they had discharged him.   I had to hide 3 months in those mountains before I got to go in, and it was 12 months before I could use my right arm. 

Sometime after the surrender in 1870, I came to Kaufman County, Texas.  Left there in 1875 and came to Erath.


“A Mother’s Devotion”

On the 25th of December, 1864, a party of Confederate scouts made an attack on a band of Union Home Guards at the house of Sol. Goodman, in Grundy County, Tenn. The latter took refuge in a barn, to which the attacking party set fire, and so compelled their surrender. In the fight, George Goodman, of the Confederates, had his arm broken by a bullet. At that time, and under the circumstances, it was almost equivalent to death, for it was a conflict of neighbor against neighbor, and animosities were embittered and intensified by many bloody acts on each side, which called loudly for revenge. In this instance, Goodman's father (Anderson S. Goodman, SG note) had been brutally murdered by three of Brixey's men, who had formerly lived on his place and had often experienced his kindness. This act, of course, raised all of the devil in George's nature, and at every opportunity he made a raid into that section, and wreaked his vengeance upon his enemies. Now, that he was too badly wounded to make his way South to a place of safety, death truly stared him in the face as soon as his enemies should become aware of his defenseless condition. The news of his situation was borne to his widowed mother, and she at once realized its nature. As soon as possible she hastened to his assistance, determined to save him from the butchery which she knew would be his fate as soon as his whereabouts were made know. Four miles from her house there was a high cliff of rocks, near the top of Cumberland mountains, in a wild and unfrequented spot, and thither she contrived to get him without any one's help; for she feared the indiscretions of friends and a precious life, to her, hung on the event of concealment. The place was admirably suited for the purpose; the cliff jutted over, forming a roof, and some fallen rocks walled it in on one side. Waiting until midnight, she returned to her house four miles off, to get food and clothing. She knew that her absence and its object were known, and that her enemies would be on the lookout to discover George's whereabouts, so eager they were for his blood, and it can only be imagined with what caution she approached her own house, and what anxiety filled her breast until she secured what she wanted and was safely on her return. She had to cross Elk River on a log, but she said that she trusted Providence that it would not break under her until her journeyings were ended. For thirteen long weeks, in the middle of the unusually severe winter of '64-65, she returned every third night to her home for provisions, crossing and recrossing the frail bridge, until George was sufficiently recovered to take care of himself. It was but a short time after she ceased her travels that a party of Federals attempted to cross on the log that had borne the faithful old mother so long, when it broke and precipitated them into the river.

Such is a brief description of the mental tension this heroic woman had to undergo for more than three months. She thought, for a long time, that George would die, but she says she never lost hope. She had dreamed before the war that she would save him on that mountain, and would cover him with a certain quilt. So, when she started to his succor, she remembered her dream and took the quilt with her, and, in the darkest hours, in looking on it she felt her courage revive. Now she says it all seems like a dream- the occurrences that made up that age of suffering under the cliff. She prayed to God every step she took- prayed continually. She scarcely ate or slept, for George needed constant attention; the large nerve in his arm had been cut by the ball, and his suffering was acute and long continued, and his nervous system so shattered, in consequence, that he would scream out in terror at the slightest noise. Erysipelas also attacked his wound, and added to his danger; he was often delirious, and groaned continually. His mother says that one night, as she started off for food, she could hear him groan for a long distance, and could hardly hope that he would be alive on her return; but, when she approached the spot and heard his moaning, these evidences of life though tokens of great suffering, and were the sweetest sounds she ever heard.

Although it was the dead waste and middle of winter, she dared not build much fire, lest the smoke would be a cloud by day and the light a pillar of fire by night to guide her enemies to the spot. Nearly every day she could see them in the valley below, and frequently the light of a burning house; her own house was threatened, but she told her daughter to let it burn, and moved nothing out.

Wild cats were numerous on the mountain, and their savage screams at night added to the wildnerss and loneliness of her situation. The bleating of a flock of sheep, which came occasionally and rested on the mountain side, was of the greatest company to her, for it betokened no harm, and it was a blessed consolation, amid the warring elements surrounding her, to hear some sounds of innocence and peace.

Poor woman! as has been stated before, she scarcely ate or slept, and how she endured the mental strain of continual anxieties and fears, passes understanding. Faith, Hope, and Love all blended to give her strength, but the greatest of these was Love, which never once thought of bodily comfort, which halted before no danger nor sacrifice, but followed relentlessly as fate but one object- the saving of her darling boy.

The names of the murderers of old man Anderson Goodman were Mart. Phipps, ____ McChristian, and ____ Conatzy. The immediate cause was this: The old man was at a prayer meeting one night, when these men shaved his mare's mane and tail. He met them on the Sunday following and upraided (unbraided?) them for the act. They immediately reported him to the blood-thirsty Brixey, at Tracy City, and he sent a squad to kill him, which they did on the following Tuesday. He was taken from his plow and carried about a mile. Phipps and Conatzy did the shooting, one ball striking him in the brain and the other in his chest. They forbade his body to be touched or buried, but this was attended to by the neighbors after the murderers left Conatzy was killed afterward, and Phipps, at last accounts, was a wanderer in the West, fearing to return.

Sharon Goodman, (her husband descends from Solomon Goodman) sent me the above story. The mother, of course, was Evalina Payne, Anderson Goodman's wife.

“Some of the Participants”

Calvin L. Brixey, Officer's Certificate of Death

Altamont, March 30th 1872
I, William H. Hampton, 1st Lieutenant of Company M, of the 10th Regiment of Tennessee Volunteers Cavalry, certify on honor that Captain Calvin L. Brixey was a Captain in the 1st Independent Cavalry, and his widow is, as I am informed, an applicant for an army Pension; that by communication with most any Loyal Citizen near Dechard and the Department can get other information, corroborating with . And I further certify, that the said Calvin L. Brixey, was captured by the Rebel General Wheeler's command in Franklin County, Tennessee, 1864, while raising volunteers to go West. James Canaster and Martin Phips, two of Brixey's enlisted men was with him and escaped. Martian Phips now lives in Grundy County, Tennessee, and James Canatser lives some where in Kentucky. The Rebels taken Captain Brixey tied upon a horse near Murfreesborough and there they hung him by the neck until he was dead and then left him hanging by the neck forbidding the Citizens taking him down. He was hung on or about the 3rd of September, 1864 and remained there until about the 4th of September, 1864. I know that I'm not mistaken in the identity of Brixey. I was well acquainted with him.

William H. Hampton
Late 1st Lieutenant Commanding Co M, 10 Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry

Calvin's first name sometimes listed as John and Calvin as a middle name. Some texts also list the middle initial as "L".

The following is provided by an essay written by Dorothy Snow and Betty Majors, "Thomas Brixey of Hillsboro, Tn. and His Descendants". - - -Calvin Brixey was probably the most famous or notorious member of the entire Brixey family. "Cal" joined the Confederate Army on 7/29/1861 in Lynchburg as a member of the 16th Regiment, Tennessee Infantry. By July 1863 he had deserted and it was noted on his CSA Army records that at that time he was "now bushwhacking in Tennessee." By 1/14/1864 Cal had joined the Union Army under Col. Samuel Ross, receiving the rank of Captain. His tactics of murder and plunder were so rampant that on 6/4/1864 the Federal Army ordered his arrest. While in prison in Nashville he wrote that he was afraid of being turned over to the civilian authorities- -that "if that was done I will not live two days". Although charged with "many cases of murder, robbery, etc." he was released from prison by the Federal Authorities on 6/28/1864 after only 20 days imprisonment. According to his family (as told by Melvin Gray by his Aunt Creola Brixey) Cal was soon arrested in Grundy County, Tn. He was tied on a mule and brought to his mother's house in Manchester for the family to see him one last time. Afterwards he was taken to Beech Grove in Coffee, Co. and hanged for his crimes. Susan F. Jones Todd told of the friendship of her father, John H. Jones and Walton Brixey. She remembered the fear that was aroused by the warning of impending raids by Calvin and Andrew Hampton, Champ Ferguson, Spunkie Bill and ( ) Layne, a part of the group who rode with him. She said her family would take their provisions and stock the Walton's house so that it would not be stolen by Cal and his men.

The following letter found in the Provost Marshal's records give an indication of the local feelings for Cal:

Near Pelham, Tn., Sep 1st A.D. 1863

Genrl G. D. Wagner, (George Day)

Dear Sir, We the undersigned citizens of Grundy County and Vicinity of Pelham be leave to state our grievances as a people to you and hopefully as that you take steps as you may think the nature of the case and circumstances demands since your departure from the neighborhood the company recently organized under Capt Bricksy have assumed authority to arrest quite citizens without any charge what ever have taken private property such as young horses and mules (not in any way wanted for the service) and appropriated them to their own private use all of this to us seems unwarranted and wrong and hoping that we have some claims to protection from the Federal Government especially against men who have gone further in the Rebellion than any of us joining that army without any compulsion whatever and when their old associates have quit the country they throw themselves upon the mercies of the Federal Government join the loyal Army and are now fortified in their assumption to deal with citizens and their property generally as they were ever to do with the property of the hateful Union men as they were pleased to style them while in the Rebel ranks- - but we do not allude to the entire company for some men in it have never been identified with the rebellion nor do we believe they have engaged in the above mentioned practices but a number have, the proof of which can be established beyond question hoping that you will at an early day give the subject the action you think it demands and make some disposition of the Bricksys Company which will give relief to the country- -we have the honor to be
Very respectfully Your obt Servants
S. P. Goodman
Thomas Harrison
Isaac Rust
A. S. Goodman
J. C. Walker
S. T. Witt

1845 -1924
Great-grandfather of Art Ogle

George S. Goodman was the sixth of seven children born to Anderson S. Goodman and Evalina Payne.  He was born in Tracy, Grundy County, Tennessee, March 28, 1845.

>From all available records, it appears that George Goodman's family was pretty well to do.  His father was postmaster of Pelham, Tennessee, had a merchant's license to sell "spirits" (alcoholic beverages), and owned a considerable amount of land. His mother also came from a highly regarded family in that area, the Paynes.  Anderson, deeded George 5 acres of land in 1860.  George was only 15 years old at the time.

Tennessee residents were fairly evenly divided on the Civil War issues.  There were just as many for secession as were against it.  Both sides, Union and Confederate armies, raised units from Grundy County, Tennessee. Many of the wealthiest people, in that area, who chose the wrong side were financially ruined by the war.  George Goodman, his brother Solomon and their dad, Anderson signed on with the confederacy.  George was still in his teen years when he went off to war.

In a personal letter, written March 9, 1908, George Goodman says:
" I was in the Tennessee Army, Fourth Confederate Regiment, Company G.  Barnes was our Captain.  He was a good officer and a good man.  I served awhile in Captain John P. Henley's Company.  During my last service we ran some Tennessee Federals in a barn and they shot me through the right arm before we got them smoked out.  I was in a fix then, sixty miles inside of their lines and not able to ride out.  Next morning a boy by the name of Levan and I were carried up the side of Cumberland Mountain to an old stillhouse and a man brought something to eat, and old man Levan and my mother found out where we were and they come to us.  I had to hide 3 months in those mountains before I got to go in, and it was 12 months before I could use my right arm".

George's father, Anderson S. Goodman, was killed by Union soldiers, when he surprised them as they were trying to steal his horses. Anderson was fifty five years old and had already been discharged from the army.  There was an absence of civil authority in the area. Looting, murder and bushwhacking was practiced by both sides.

After the war was over, George married Louisa F. Muse, on November 20, 1866.  He fondly called her "Susa".  She was the daughter of Orville Muse and Malinda Ross and was about eighteen years old when she married George.  She had a four-year old son, James Henry that George adopted.  James Henry always used the surname, "Goodman". 

Two more children, Mary Evelyn and William Anderson, were born to George and Susa, while they still lived in Tennessee. 

The entire area around Grundy County was suffering the effects of a long reconstruction era depression and by 1870, the Goodmans had had enough of postwar Tennessee. He moved his growing family to Texas.  They went first to Kaufman County, Texas, a few miles south of Dallas, Texas.  They remained there for about five years and two more children were born; Orville Madison and Ruben Perrin.  They left Kaufman about 1875 and moved to Morgan Mill, Texas.  Morgan Mill is in Erath County, Texas, about 17 miles north of Stephenville, Texas.

George lived on a farm at Morgan Mill until 1893. A 29 year old white boarder named G. M. Tucker lived with the Goodmans and did farm labor. There is some story that he became a well known educator in that area.

Eight more children, including our grandmother, Ada Salina were born at Morgan Mill. 

George sold his farm in 1893, packed up his family in two wagons and set out for the Indian Territory of Oklahoma to homestead land he thought his wife was entitled to claim.  Louisa became ill on the way to the Indian Territory and she died just after they crossed the Red River to Thackerville.  This sudden and totally unexpected event shocked and devastated George Goodman.  He sent her body back to Erath County for burial, accompanied by his son, Ruben Perrin.

Some of the Goodman family, including George, eventually moved back to Erath County.  Some of the girls, including our grandmother, Ada Salina remained in the Territory where they met and married their husbands.

George S. Goodman died on April 16, 1924 in Erath County Texas and was buried in the Hightower Cemetery. He was 79 years old when he died.  His "adopted" son, James Henry is buried in the same cemetery.  Louisa is buried in Erath County at the Bethel cemetery. She was forty five years old when she died.  A son, Orville Madison Goodman is buried in the cemetery with his mother.  Unfortunately, this cemetery has been so vandalized that the graves cannot be found.


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