PVT Archibald C. “Arch” Allen

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PVT Archibald C. “Arch” Allen Veteran

Birth
Monticello, Sullivan County, New York, USA
Death
19 Nov 1923 (aged 79)
Hampton, Hampton City, Virginia, USA
Burial
Hampton, Hampton City, Virginia, USA Add to Map
Plot
, 475-A
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DRUMMER ALLAN DIES AT SOLDIERS' HOME
Born At Monticello 79 Years Ago
Member of 143rd Regt.
Drummed in Every Battle of His Regiment - Lost a Finger While Drumming

Archibald C. Allan died in the National Soldier's Home at Hampton, Va., on Monday, at the age of 79 years and two months.

Mr. Allan was born at Monticello Sept. 20, 1844. He was the son of Thomas Allan, who died here in 1902 at the advanced age of 87 years.

In 1862, on Aug. 9th, Mr. Allan enlisted in Co. A., 143rd Regiment for three years. He drummed his way through the war and was one of the best drummer boys in the army.

He lost one finger in action. That was the only wound he received during the seventeen engagements in which his company participated. For many years after his return home no 4th of July celebration nor G. A. R. parade was quite complete without Arch and his drum leading the music.

Father Allan gave three of his boys to the service, all enlisting in the same company. They were Arch C., aged 18; John M., aged 21, and William C., aged 22. They were generally where the bullets were thickest. At the close of the war John M. located in Old Tennessee. Occasionally he came back to his play ground, but as the years came and went his visits were less frequent. Ten years ago he died. William C. and Archibald C. returned to the old home and eventually married. William C. died nine years ago and all three have passed away with ten years. Their places of rest are far apart, but their reunion will be none the less complete; and in their reunion they will remember:
"Where the rough road turns and the valley sweet
Smiles bright with its balm and bloom
They'll forget the thorns that have pierced their feet
And the nights with their grief and gloom;
And the sky will smile [several words illegible] stars will beam,
And they'll lay down [several words illegible] to dream."

Archibald C. married Miss Kate M. Burns, who in later life was known as Aunt Kate, and who died May 25, 1912. Her death left Arch disconsolate and unhappy and for a few years thereafter he visited relatives back and forth and finally went to the Soldiers' Home to mingle with the boys who wore the blue.

He was a carpenter and builder by occupation and worked on many of the buildings in and about Monticello when they were under construction, but that fact did not prevent him from whipping the streams every spring for trout, chasing the [illegible] and hunting the grouse in season, all of which sports he preferred to carving wood and driving nails. Many of the boys of the town will remember with gladness the companionship of Arch Allan as he waded the brooks looking for the finest specimens of the species [illegible] and them to cast [illegible] fly.

The Watchman hopes the old veteran will have as good a time fishing with Moses and Aaron and [illegible] Walton as he had fishing with [illegible] Alley and George Waller and [illegible] Quinlan.

On Wednesday the hospital authorities buried him with soldier's honors in the cemetery at Hampton, Va. The honors were well earned.

Mrs. F. D. Otis, Mrs. Mary A. [illegible], Otto Allan and Theodore Allan were half brothers and sisters of the deceased.

Arch Allan possessed considerable real humor and had the temperament to enjoy a joke on himself as well as a joke on the other fellow.

Of the 101 men in Co. A., of which Mr. Allan was a member, only six are living. They are Wm. B. McMillen, of Monticello; Moses Young, of Highland; Joseph Cammer of Roscoe; George D. Eldridge, of Mongaup Valley; Stephen J. Gregory, of Newburgh (in charge of Washington's headquarters); and Edmond Houston, of Virginia.

Arch Allan went into seventeen battles including Sherman's celebrated march from Atlanta to the Sea, and his drum faithfully lead the army over hills and down the valleys to every victory. It was the tat, tat, tat and the roll of his drum that fired the heart of every soldier lad and caused him to make a historic record for the old 143rd.
--Monticello (NY) Republican Watchman, Friday, November 23, 1923, pages 1 and 8US ARMY

DRUMMER ALLAN DIES AT SOLDIERS' HOME
Born At Monticello 79 Years Ago
Member of 143rd Regt.
Drummed in Every Battle of His Regiment - Lost a Finger While Drumming

Archibald C. Allan died in the National Soldier's Home at Hampton, Va., on Monday, at the age of 79 years and two months.

Mr. Allan was born at Monticello Sept. 20, 1844. He was the son of Thomas Allan, who died here in 1902 at the advanced age of 87 years.

In 1862, on Aug. 9th, Mr. Allan enlisted in Co. A., 143rd Regiment for three years. He drummed his way through the war and was one of the best drummer boys in the army.

He lost one finger in action. That was the only wound he received during the seventeen engagements in which his company participated. For many years after his return home no 4th of July celebration nor G. A. R. parade was quite complete without Arch and his drum leading the music.

Father Allan gave three of his boys to the service, all enlisting in the same company. They were Arch C., aged 18; John M., aged 21, and William C., aged 22. They were generally where the bullets were thickest. At the close of the war John M. located in Old Tennessee. Occasionally he came back to his play ground, but as the years came and went his visits were less frequent. Ten years ago he died. William C. and Archibald C. returned to the old home and eventually married. William C. died nine years ago and all three have passed away with ten years. Their places of rest are far apart, but their reunion will be none the less complete; and in their reunion they will remember:
"Where the rough road turns and the valley sweet
Smiles bright with its balm and bloom
They'll forget the thorns that have pierced their feet
And the nights with their grief and gloom;
And the sky will smile [several words illegible] stars will beam,
And they'll lay down [several words illegible] to dream."

Archibald C. married Miss Kate M. Burns, who in later life was known as Aunt Kate, and who died May 25, 1912. Her death left Arch disconsolate and unhappy and for a few years thereafter he visited relatives back and forth and finally went to the Soldiers' Home to mingle with the boys who wore the blue.

He was a carpenter and builder by occupation and worked on many of the buildings in and about Monticello when they were under construction, but that fact did not prevent him from whipping the streams every spring for trout, chasing the [illegible] and hunting the grouse in season, all of which sports he preferred to carving wood and driving nails. Many of the boys of the town will remember with gladness the companionship of Arch Allan as he waded the brooks looking for the finest specimens of the species [illegible] and them to cast [illegible] fly.

The Watchman hopes the old veteran will have as good a time fishing with Moses and Aaron and [illegible] Walton as he had fishing with [illegible] Alley and George Waller and [illegible] Quinlan.

On Wednesday the hospital authorities buried him with soldier's honors in the cemetery at Hampton, Va. The honors were well earned.

Mrs. F. D. Otis, Mrs. Mary A. [illegible], Otto Allan and Theodore Allan were half brothers and sisters of the deceased.

Arch Allan possessed considerable real humor and had the temperament to enjoy a joke on himself as well as a joke on the other fellow.

Of the 101 men in Co. A., of which Mr. Allan was a member, only six are living. They are Wm. B. McMillen, of Monticello; Moses Young, of Highland; Joseph Cammer of Roscoe; George D. Eldridge, of Mongaup Valley; Stephen J. Gregory, of Newburgh (in charge of Washington's headquarters); and Edmond Houston, of Virginia.

Arch Allan went into seventeen battles including Sherman's celebrated march from Atlanta to the Sea, and his drum faithfully lead the army over hills and down the valleys to every victory. It was the tat, tat, tat and the roll of his drum that fired the heart of every soldier lad and caused him to make a historic record for the old 143rd.
--Monticello (NY) Republican Watchman, Friday, November 23, 1923, pages 1 and 8US ARMY