Biography of George Winkley :Pittsfield, Merrimack County, New Hampshire

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Submitted by: Jody Goodson  kestrell@prodigy.net
Date: May 14, 2001
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From the Book
'History of Pittsfield, N. H. in the Rebellion'
by H. L. Robinson, published 1893

Note: A picture of George is in the book.

Page 173

GEORGE  WINKLEY
     was a native of Barnstead, N. H., a son of Dennison and Mary A.
Winkley. He was a wheelwright by trade and was considered a superior
workman. He came to Pittsfield about 1856, and built a house on Crescent
street, now owned by Asa O. Carr. He married Mary A. Jones, a daughter ef
the late Leonard Jones, by whom he had two children. In 1862 he enlisted in
Company F, Twelfth New Hampshire volunteers, and died at Falmouth, Va., May
24, 1863.
     Winkley, while in the service, had an abnormal appetite, eating enough
for two men. He was sick, but the surgeons could not tell what the matter
was; and at last they refused to excuse him from duty. His comrades
grumbled because, as they thought, he was "shirking." He was detailed to go
on picket, but he complained that he was not able to go. Still his comrades
laughed at him, and his captain would not excuse him; so he started for his
post, some three miles away. He had gone but about half a mile when he said
to the officer in charge, "I can go no farther; you may do what you please
with me, but I am too sick to go another rod."
     They left him there, and when they returned they found that he had
died, and had been found and buried by soldiers of another regiment. To have
some obscure disease in the army was far worse than to be violently sick,
for the other soldiers would chaff one most unmercifully.