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Parker and Grant in Galena The customshouse that Ely Parker completed in 1859 is today a landmark in Galena, Illinois, testament to his engineering skills. His next federal post was in Dubuque, Iowa, but he often returned to Galena to visit friends, and that is where, in 1860, he met Ulysses S. Grant. Parker described Grant as quiet and shy, but he also said he was a lot like his Indian friends. " He didn't have much to say, but when you drew him out, there was a great deal of substance there."
William Armstrong
When the Civil War erupted in 1861, Grant left Galena to join the Union forces, and politics within the new Lincoln administration caused Parker to lose his federal post in Dubuque. He returned to Tonawanda, and for some time tried to gain employment.
William Armstrong
Stephen Saunders Webb, Ph.D.
Some historians dispute whether that conversation between father and son ever took place, but Ely Parker's version of that story is documented. W.W. Wright, a New York State politician, published the following conversation he had with Parker in the early 1860s.
Hon. W.W. Wright
Ely Parker's determination to join Grant and the war effort was unwavering. And despite his frustrations, he kept his sense of humor. The following 1862 letter is addressed to his "Dear Friend Rupill, alias U.S. Marshall," and in it, Parker reminisces about Galena friends, poker games, and farming, and he adds a sexist reference to marriage. "You who live in busy cities have little or no time to think of absent friends, their fortunes or misfortunes. I or we, who live in forest retreats, away from the busy scenes of commercial and political life, away from books and printing offices, away from churches and school houses, away from everything but trees, hurling and babbling brooks and big stones, strong winds and gentle zephyrs. I, say we, who enjoy the last named luxuries, have an abundance of time for reflections and philosophy. You know I am one of nature's noblemen and hence I am fulfilling that first great command given to fallen humanity, to earn their bread by the sweat of the brow. Now in obeying this divine and just command, it is not necessary to exercise much headwork, and therefore while my hands labor, my mind floats away to other scenes and holds silent converse with absent friends. You cannot imagine how often during the past summer, while plodding after the plow, my mental hands have held two-pair against your everlasting "fulls" or "phoars." With Black John (John Rawlins, who became Grant's Civil War Chief of Staff) I have had many good and glorious times, spiritually I mean. God bless and preserve the old boy. My friend, "Jordan" is a hard road to travel, and so is farming. I have spent all my money and wasted a large proportion of my energies in farming, and it does seem that I have cast seed upon stony ground, for I get no returns, nor is there much prospect of any getting anything back very soon. I do believe it costs more to run a farm than it does a Mississippi steamboat. However, I am stuck, and must remain so until I can get out. I wish I had a rich father, grand father or uncle, or some other rich body who could help me out. Duty and necessity however binds me to stay and not to give up the ship. One thing I do need very much. It seems to be an indispensable article in operating a farm. Why it is so I cannot tell, but the claim is laid, and as a farmer I feel bound to do as farmers do. The article I refer to is a wife. If a wife therefore is an indispensable luxury in farming, I suppose I ought to have one. In farming she might be useful, but should I at any time abandon farming, what am I to do with the article? I suppose you would say, set her up as a parlor ornament. Well, I should think twice before doing so violent an act to my sense of proper usefulness. Do you know, among your extensive list of female acquaintances, a good, strong, healthy, double-breasted woman, who would like to be a farmer's wife? If so, recommend me."
Ely S. Parker
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