THE OLD VETS GATHER
THE FOLLOWING ARE LISTED REUNIONS THAT WE KNOW OF. WE HAVE REUNION BOOKLETS FOR SOME OF THESE GATHERINGS. WE ARE STILL TRYING TO TRACK DOWN OTHER 15TH OHIO REUNIONS. IF YOU KNOW OF ANY THAT ARE NOT LISTED HERE OR IF YOU HAVE PICTURES OF ANY OF THESE REUNIONS, PLEASE LET US KNOW.
The Photo Below---15th OVI/GAR Reunion-1902 Chattanooga, TN. This photo was taken on Snodgrass Hill beside the monument to the 4th U.S. Artillery. The Snodgrass cabin is just out of sight to the right. (See Doolittle Journal Link for modern day picture at the same site)
Co. G from Mansfield, Ohio-Company Commander Lucius O. Doolittle on left (Note arrow)
Photo Courtesy of Jim Heilman-great grandson of Captain Doolittle
15th OHIO REUNIONS
2nd ANNUAL REUNION---1878-NEVADA, OHIO-(Joint Reunion with the 49th Ohio Volunteer Infantry)
3RD ANNUAL REUNION-SEPTMEBER 17, 1879-UPPER SANDUSKY, OHIO-(Joint Reunion with the 49th Ohio Veteran Volunteer Infantry)
4TH ANNUAL REUNION-1880-UPPER SANDUSKY, OHIO
5TH ANNUAL REUNION-1881-VAN WERT, OHIO
8TH ANNUAL REUNION-SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1884-COLUMBUS, OHIO
9TH ANNUAL REUNION-AUGUST 20, 1885-NEW CONCORD, OHIO
10TH ANNUAL REUNION-SEPTEMBER 21, 1886-CAREY, OHIO-(Joint Reunion with the 49th Ohio Veteran Volunteer Infantry)
11TH ANNUAL REUNION-SEPTEMBER 8-9, 1887-MANSFIELD, OHIO
13TH ANNUAL REUNION-AUGUST 21-21, 1889
14TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 18, 1890--VAN WERT, OHIO
15TH ANNUAL REUNION--AUGUST 5, 1891--DETROIT, MICHIGAN
17TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 14, 1893-Mt. GILEAD, OHIO
23RD ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 22, 1898--MOUNT PLEASANT, OHIO
25TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 6TH, 1900--COLUMBUS, OHIO
27th ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 12, 1901--CLEVELAND, OHIO
29TH ANNUAL REUNION-1903-FOSTORIA, OHIO
30TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 1, 1904-COLUMBUS, OHIO
31ST ANNUAL REUNION--COLUMBUS, OHIO
32ND ANNUAL REUNION-SEPTEMBER 9, 1906-MEMORIAL HALL-COLUMBUS, OHIO
33rd ANNUAL REUNION-AUGUST 1, 1907-MANSFIELD, OHIO
NATIONAL ENCAMPMENT-SEPTEMBER 1, 1908--TOLEDO, OHIO
34TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 17, 1908--CAMBRIDGE, OHIO
35TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 16, 1909--NEW CONCORD, OHIO
36TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 8&9, 1910--MANSFIELD, OHIO
37TH ANNUAL REUNION--SEPTEMBER 26-27, 1911--MANSFIELD, OHIO
THE WEEKLY NEWS--MANSFIELD, OHIO THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1905 P. 9:6
REUNION OF CO. G, 15TH REGIMENT, OVI
A GOOD TIME ENJOYED BY COMRADES AT H.G. PALMER'S HOME
At the home of Comrade H.G. Palmer on Wood Street, the members of Co. G of the gallant Fifteenth regiment held their twenty-sixth annual reunion, twenty members of the company were present while their wives and families increased the total number present to eighty-five. The Palmer home was appropriately decorated with American flags and bunting while in the yard at the side of the house stood a stack of arms and several relics of the war.
At noon, a fine dinner was served in a large tent at the rear of the house , the decorations being small American flags and bunting. H. G. Palmer spoke a few well chosen words of welcome which were responded to by Smith A. Walker, Thomas E. Douglas, Daniel Beech and others. After dinner, the business meeting was held, the officers of last year being re-elected for the ensuing year. After the meeting, the comrades refought the old battles and related incidents of the campaign in the south, those that had seen the interior of the southern prisons Libby and Andersonville told of their experiences and commented on the fact the dinner they had eaten was nothing like those which were served during their stay with the confederates. The following comrades were present: Capt. L.O. Doolittle, H.G. Palmer, J.S. Hamley, W.G. Whipp, J.L. Day, Wm. Emptage, Ruben Cole, H.K. Murphy, J.M. McMeekan, H.K. Brooke, James Dugan, W.H. Patterson, Capt. M.E. Douglas, S.H. Harnley, Wm. Stough, Abraham Stough, S.A. Walker, E.D. Nelson, T.E. Douglas.
The reunion was one of the largest ever held and was immensely enjoyed by the old soldiers, most of whom had suffered considerably from the baptism of fire which the regiment underwent in the engagement of Shiloh, Corinth, Stone River, Liberty Gap, Chickamauga, Mission Ridge, Rocky Face Ridge, Resaca, Cassville, Picketts Mill, Kenesaw Assault, Peachtree Creek, Atlanta Lovejoy Station, Franklin and Nashville.
Co. G REUNIONS
Fourth Annual-May 24, 1883 at Com. B. F. Cline's
Fifth Annual-May 22, 1884 at Com. J.K. Bennett's
Tenth Annual-May 23, 1889 at Com. J.M. McMeekan's
13th Annual-May 26th, 1892 at Capt. L. O. Doolitte's
15th Annual--May 14, 1894 at Walker's Lake
32nd Annual-June 15th, 1911 at Mansfield, Ohio
THE ADJUTANT'S CALL-Written by Andrew J. Gleason for the 34th Annual Reunion in Cambridge, Ohio Sept. 17, 1908
Come, Bugler, blow the Assembly. Aye, sound it loud and shrill,
Mind ye how Iler blew it, who fell at Pickett's Mill
Where we charged those strong entrenchments and met defeat so sore,
And by cruel blunder, a hundred shed their gore.
The flower and pride of the Regiment fell in that battle storm,
And our flag was dyed a deeper red 'neath Norton's lifeless form.
Who knows! The old horn's echoes may rouse that phantom throng
Who have not answered roll call, as the years have swept along.
I think I see them trooping from Southland far or near,
As to the Orderly's last call, lost comrades answer Here!
From Shiloh and Stone River, from Chickamauga's hell,
Where they hemmed us in the Kelly Field and noble Fowler fell;-
Hold! Liberty Gap's worth naming, where Smiley's life went out;-
But we turned that strong position and drove the foe in rout.
That charge straight up old Mission Ridge, the rank and file's assault,
Was grand and irresistible, and won with a fault.
The General couldn't stop it, we that time had our way,
Though we lost brave old Jim Cummins and many more that day.
At Rocky Face, Resaca, on Dallas' bloody fields,
Two hundred paid the tribute that War to Moloch yields.
Then we flanked them at Big Shanty and partly evened up,
When Levy and his men were "scooped" by plucky Peter Cupp.
Then next Bald Knob we captured, brave Askew led the way,
"You took the Knob right from their teeth," said Howard mid the fray.
Grim Kennesaw took costly toll ere we its protals passed,
But Bishop Polk was killed the day our Hadden breathed his last.
Crossing the Chattahoochie and Peach Tree Creek likewise,
We drew around Atlanta-the grand objective prize.
Besieging the "Gate City" with many a bloody bout,
At Jonesboro and Lovejoy, we fairly "flanked 'em out."
Hood tried same game on Sherman, by striking at his base,
But "Tecumseh" sent "Pap" Thomas the rebel horde to face.
We met them at Columbia and foiled them at Spring HIll,
Six thousand slew at Franklin, which broke their iron will.
Hood followed us to Nashville, two weeks he hung around,
Till "Pap" got good and ready and whipped him good and sound.
"Tis true we lost poor Hanson and Rodig on that hill,
But victories like that cost blood:--the Johnnies shot to kill.
We chased Hood to "The Land of Rest" beyond the Tennessee,
Then pitched our tents at Huntsville, from hostile foeman free.
With early spring we hastened to Eastern Tennessee,
The gaps to guard and circumvent the flight of "Bobby" Lee.
Then came the great surrender, Lincoln was basely slain,
The war was o'er; we thought to clasp our dear ones once again.
Not yet, alas! we marched away on only reach Nashville,
To be ordered straight to Texas, sadly against our will.
Floated adown the rivers,--a most dejected band,--
We crossed the Gulf and landed on Indianola's strand,
We met the foe (Gal-hip-per) while struggling o'er the plain
And slaughtered some ten millions, more of less, of him in vain.
We finally reached Mission Lake, when nearly dead with thirst,
All had the same opinion--"that march was far our worst."
We shot the Alligator in his own chosen lair,
"Til General Willich swore in Dutch, "the sport must stop right there."
So we tackled the Tarantula while resting by the shore,
The Horn-ed Toad and Centipede and Scorpions galore,
Then marched to San Antonio, that quant old Texan town,
And played "Proveo" all Autumn the Greasers to keep down.
The "Lone Star State" grew peaceful, our order came at last,
"Twas read at once on dress parade and joy was unsurpassed.
I need not say how speedily our rolls were then prepared,
Nor how light our foot steps were, as we the Gulf coast neared,
The dreaded "Norther" struck us there and ne'er relaxed its hold
Until Columbus and Camp Chase gave welcome to their fold.
Twas Christmas Tide, yet tarried we until good Uncle Sam,
Could open up his strong box, our pockets all to cram.
Oh! many sad farewells were said as home our footsteps turned
And we found the peace we fought for, where family altars burned.
Now, where's that gray old Bugler? It's nearly time for taps,'
But first we'll have the "Dutch tatoo" ere we don slumber's wraps.
Those sweet old German bugle calls, one never can forget,
We love them evermore, but taps!, don't blow the taps just yet.