King Street Hospital
Edward FrenchEdward D. French, a member of the Zoaves, died at the King Street Hospital after being shot in the lung. The following are typescripts of two letters written at the hospital to members of his family.
Image: Edward D. French in the uniform of the Zoaves. (Courtesy of the family of Vivienne Mitchell).
- Letter from Fanny Campbell to Mrs. French, September 22, 1862. This letter, written by Fanny Campbell at the King Street Hospital to Edward's mother, describes the circumstances of his death.
- Letter from Charles V. Sands to Miss Sarah J. French, September 22, 1862. This letter was written from a fellow wounded soldier, Charles V. Sands, to Edward's sister Sarah
- Death Record. Edward D. French's death record shows that he died in Alexandria of Vulnus Sclopet (gunshot wound), and that he was wounded at Bull Run. (New York State Archives, Cultural Education Center, Albany, New York; New York Civil War Muster Roll Abstracts, 1861-1900; Archive Collection #: 13775-83; Box #: 45; Roll #: 886-887).
Family stories from Sigmund Bernheimer
The following are excerpts from the
Bernheimer: The first floor everything was men’s, shoes and boots. And then, the second row of columns was men’s pants, shirts, and at the back of [unintelligible] harness-making machine, and then [unintelligible] the second, third, and fourth floors were furniture.
Interviewer: And your family went into there in 18—?
Bernheimer: 1840….In the Civil War, Alexandria was occupied by Union troops. They took the store away from the family, 1861 to 1865…. Before the fourth-floor ceiling and the roof, there’s about a four-foot crawling space up there. And there were iron [beds?] [I would be] stealing the stuff out of the store without anyone knowing it [unintelligible]… I’d take it down to this junk shop that was at Prince [Street] and Union Street, iron was probably ten cents to a hundred pounds….But that was the Civil War [beds?] they were stored up between these fourth floor ceiling and the roof, and pigeons, oh, there was open windows on the fourth floor, and pigeons would fly in and what not….
Interviewer: That must have been hard to get those out of there without anyone noticing. How old were you?
Bernheimer: Oh, I’d say probably 11, 12, 13 or so.