Age: 18
Allegiance: Union
Highest Rank: Private
Unit: Company G, 140th New York Volunteer Infantry
Occupation: Farmer
Jerimiah Keenan was 18 when on August 30, 1862 he enlisted from the Monroe County Town of Churchville in what became Perry Sibley's Company G of the 140th NY Infantry. Jerimiah listed his occupation as farmer, was 5'8" tall with dark complextion, hair and eyes.
Jerimiah was born in Ireland to Richard and Mary Keenan. His father died in March of 1846 leaving Jerimiah as the only support for his mother, sister Ann and younger brother, Richard, who may have had some developmental problems. Sometime around 1857 the Keenans moved to Churchville, New York where Jerimiah found work on a railroad gang.
He wrote many letters to his mother and brother. Often, his letters
mention sending money home to his mother. This one describes the part of
the 140th NY in Burnside's Mud March and the misery endured by the common
soldiers.
In Camp near Falmouth Va.
My fond and loving mother I once more take my pen in hand to let you
know that I am in good health hoping to find you the same thank God for
it I received a letter last night dated Jan 22nd 1863 I was glad to hear
that you and Richard are in good health and all the friends we got paid
yesterday I got 26 dollars and 85 cts and I made no delay in writing this
I sent 10 dollars in the letter it was just gone before I got your letter
and now this one got to hurry up to get in as soon as the other so that
you can make one job of the two I did not take no check for I thought it
was better to send you the money When I receive an answer that you have
got that you may be looking out for another one I have not got my express
box yet nor dont know when I will but I expect I will get it some time
I dont think much of anythin here for they do be half rotted before they
get here I am now going to tell you about the great expetition we had in
the mud we were under marching orders and received orders to march about
10 oclock on tuesday 20th and marched about three miles where we stopped
in a piece of woods over night we got some rails to start a fire and I
went to work and made myself a good strong cup of coffee and eat five of
Burnsides cookies and then felt like as filing it was about eight oclock
at night it was pretty near time to fix my quarters so
Tim1 Weldon2 and me
made the bed but we did not shake the feathers we spread a rubber blanket
under us three woolen blankets over us and then laid down it comenced
raining and we slep on the side of a hill an the water run down and got
in on our rubber blanket and would not run of and Tim wakened up about 12 oclock
and said we were all drowned and wanted Weldon and me to get up we told
him we would not but he kept at us until we got up there was about 6
inches of water under us I went drying mv coat and instead of drying it
I wet it for it continued on raining all night the next morning was
wedensday the 21st we packed our duds and was bound for the Rappahannock
river it was in mud knee deep it continued on raining all We marched in the
rain about six miles where we put up in the woods all night The General
marched us up and down through the mud for about two hours until the men
were exhausted and the Colonel cried said Oh boys am I going to lose you
all I wont say what was the matter with our General but you may guess
what it was for he was warm and we were cold but that was nothing it was
all a soldiers life it did not hurt Keenan any for he is a tough laddy
buck Friday was a cloudy day and the boys were building codoroy roads and
the mud was knee deep and the artillery could hardly move and our
provision wagons were 6 miles from us and could not get any nearer on
account of the mud there were 4 men sent out of our company 4 miles after
some crackers and I was one of them and Weldon another there were 4 men
out of the Regt. in all crackers were given out and the men took a box
on there sholder to march 6 miles with it in mud and I started away
without any for if I was a soldier I did not want to make a mule of
myself I seen 2 horses hiched on to an empty wagon and could not get it
out of the mud no more at present from your loving son
Jerimiah Keenan
direct your letter as before
Less than seven months later, Jerimiah Keenan was dead. At
Gettysburg, he was shot through the head and buried on the field. His
mother applied for a pension and was awarded eight dollars a month.
1Timothy Ratigan, Co. G, 140th NY. Wounded at The Wilderness.
2George Weldon, Co. G, 140th NY
(see also The Supreme Event in its Existence,
The 140th New York on Little Round Top.
Written by Brian A. Bennett)
This feature courtesy of Ingrid Scharlau. Last Updated: 07/22/2002
Jan 27th
to Mary Keenan