This is not a picture of me. (I'm not near as dashing.) Every once in a while, I'll get an email asking me something about "your photograph" in the "About Me" section of this page. I always get a chuckle out of that.
This image is actually a photograph of Confederate *Colonel C. H. Withrow who once taught school at Fishburne Military in Waynesboro, Virginia - my hometown. It came into my possession after my father's death, along with a pewter cup with Withrow's name inscribed on it, "from the Class of '91." My father used to tell me that he could remember walking up the road from his home with his grandfather and feeding the old Colonel's horse, "Bird." That was in the late 1930's, early 1940's.
Colonel Withrow, along with his horse Bird, are both long gone. His image here simply pays homage to a time when the old veterans who fought in the War Between the States were still around to impact the lives of those around them; including my father. Dad never forgot the days he and his grandfather fed that old horse. Neither did he forget the stories told him by the old Colonel and the connection that it gave him to his past and the sacrifices that were paid on the very land upon which my father was born and grew up. Those memories were passed on to my father's son. And he won't ever forget either.
*I'm not sure if he was actually a Colonel or if that was just a complimentary title he used, as did many Southern gentleman in those days. I don't see any insignia on his coat, so I'm just not sure. Most of this is oral history though I have been able to verify a good portion of it.