Henry Loss: Civil War Drummer, Postmaster of Nankin and Wayne Resident

I wasn't aware that among his seemingly 9 million books written that Richard Bak had penned a rather impressive pastiche on Michigan's involvement in the Civil War. It's more a condensed scrapbook history of the skirmish but gives the local touch that somebody with the attention span of a fruit fly, namely myself, can get into and out of without missing much.

The featured personage here is Henry Loss of Nankin. Who was too young and small in stature to join as a man-child but was inducted into the cause as a drummer before growing into a soldier.

In the Battle of Baton Rouge he was struck in the temple by a minie [sic] ball and thought to be dead. In fact, he was reported dead and had his customary funeral sermon only to have been knocked unconscious but very much alive despite his injuries.

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When his 3 year term of service was up he went back home to Michigan only to grow tired of civilian life. He re-enlisted in the 24th Michigan Infantry and saw battle at Gaines Mill and Hatcher's Run before being finally discharged in 1865.

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He went on to run a successful hardware store in Wayne and became the postmaster of Nankin in 1896. He died in 1918 and is buried at Glenwood Cemetery in Wayne. According to his Find-A-Grave memorial, which has no photos, his stone and that of Mrs. Loss, his wife, are mostly buried. A fact which must be remedied.

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A Dudley Randall Poem in Milestone 2

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Detroit Free Press , March 28, 1890 If you don't want to hear a racist tale of a suburban namesake then close your eyes now. As early as 1876 Frederick Soop had left his Belleville farm once again, having done a stint at the Hawkins House in Ypsilanti during the Civil War and the City Hotel in Detroit thereafter, and ventured off to Chatham, Ontario to run the Rutley Hotel , which was conducted as a Temperance House. Detroit Free Press , August 17, 1879 In 1879 he was searching for a good restaurant or small hotel to operate. Eventually he ended up on Washington Avenue near State Street running a dining hall which he ran until around 1890. Detroit Free Press , April 16, 1890 It was in 1888 when the aforementioned racial incident occurred at his dining establishment. It was then that William H. Haynes, a black doctor, sat down with his former classmate S. W. Barkwell for dinner. The men ordered but when the food was served none was placed before Mr. Haynes who, ironically, ha...

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