Trasimond the Tirailleur
I realized recently that I haven’t posted one of the oldest photos in my collection of old photos. It is a Civil War photo of my great great grandfather Trasimond Landry. He was my paternal grandmother’s maternal grandfather. And being that he was from the South, he was in the Confederate Army. The photo is dated as 1861. It’s a pretty clear photo considering how old it is.
I won’t talk about the politics of the Civil War. Oh, well, maybe just a little. Slavery is wrong. It is so hard for me to understand how people can treat their fellow human beings so cruelly. I hear things like, “But they treated them so nicely.” or “They kept the buildings they lived in nice and comfortable.” or “He really cherished him and left him a gold watch in his will.”
“Really?” I think, shaking my head. If you treated them so well, why weren’t we freed? If you liked the buildings so much, why don’t we trade? If you want to leave something, leave me my free will – worth innumerable gold watches compared to the life you stole from me. But I wasn’t there (thank goodness) and people are more enlightened now (hopefully).
So I’ll get back to talking about my great great grandfather, who grew up in a culture saturated with the slavery mentality. When he was born in 1839, his family had seven slaves on their property. The number increased continually until the time of the Civil War. In 1859 Trasimond went off to St. Joseph’s College in Bardstown, Kentucky, to finish his education. When that was completed in 1861, Trasimond then became part of the West Baton Rouge Tirailleurs. This group mustered into service of the 4th Louisiana Infantry Regiment. (For more information, see the book titled Tirailleurs by Thomas H. Richey, a cousin and fellow descendant of Trasimond.)
Trasimond fought in many battles during the war with people falling all around him. The story about his battles is very riveting. Fortunately for me and my relatives, he survived all of those perilous encounters. Of course all of us descend from survivors of famines, pestilence, and wars, but to read a book that describes the experience makes it a bit more personal.
After the war Trasimond married Amelie Bujol and they had five children together. In 1879 he was bitten by a mosquito. But not just any mosquito. This one carried the virus for the yellow fever. It proved fatal. To make it through musket fire, cannon shot, and slicing bayonets only to be taken down by a lowly mosquito. When the pesky bug bit him, he wouldn’t have known that it would be his downfall. Just the same, I hope he swatted it flat!
Feb. 26, 2021 – The website MyHeritage now has a feature that animates old photos. Of course I had to try it out on this old photo. It came out really well.