Obituary of  Thomas W. Traylor

Submitted 10/98  by Peggy Thompson -     PThomp9719@aol.com          

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Info from the "Confederate Veteran" Pg.106
Confederate Veteran was a newspaper/magazine that was published late 1800's -
early 1900's for "Confederate Veterans" -- gave info on deaths and veteran
organization meetings, etc.


THOMAS W. TRAYLOR
On Dec. 14, 1925, just as the sun was passing over the hills before the
twilight, the spirit bugler souded taps, and Thomas Winston Traylor answered
his last roll call and "crossed over the river." Born in the old plantation
days in Mississippi, on March 14, 1846, the only son of Valentine and Julia
Willis Traylor, he answered his State's call to arms at the age of sixteen and
joined Company C, 2nd Missippi Regiment, C.S.A. He was ordered to Virginia and
was desperately wounded in the Seven Days' Battle in 1862, His lieutenant
wrote him long after the war that he never believed he would survive the
terrible wound; but he was young and full of Southern Grit, and in a few
months was back on the fighting line. He was again wounded in the battle of
Gettysburg in 1863, and again at the Wilderness in 1864. The close of the war
found him a prisoner in Fort Delaware. He returned home, but so desolate, so
gloomy, so hopeless was the outlook, that he left for the brighter land of the
West. Deciding to make Texas his home, he went to Belton in 1886, where he was
a true and genial member of the Bell County Camp of Confederates, No. 122, and
served as Adjutant for many years. He was a member of the Methodist church, an
honest man, and a maker of friends everywhere, a welcome guest with U.D.C. in
their entertainments. Now he sleeps peacefully in the beautiful North Belton
Cemetery. 
(From tribute by "A Comrade.")