I’m five generations out. The last of the sons of the Civil War veterans in my family died in the Sixties. I remember one of them from when I was three or four. He popped us some popcorn on the wood stove in his basement, where his wood shop was. I still have a couple of items he turned on his lathe.
My Grandpa, we called him Grandpa Mac, was the Son of a Confederate soldier. His Father was Martin Able McDuffie of the 18th Alabama. He and three Brothers enlisted at Elba, Alabama tho they technically lived just inside the Florida line.
My Grandfather, Abel Emmanuel McDuffie, died around 1955.
My father’s grandfather fought in the Civil War, on both sides. He joined up with irregulars on the Confederate side and fought at Shiloh Church and was captured and taken to Chase Prison camp. His brother and father came from what by then was West Virginia and he was paroled after they all promised to fight in the Union Army. He did and fought at Cedar Creek and one other battle close by I can’t remember. He later moved to Missouri where my grandfather and father were born.