With all the discussion of immigration, I’m reminded of a family story that I found to be even more intriguing than it first sounded. (This is not about Richmond, by the way, unless it counts because I live here.)
I had always heard from my mom of her step-grandfather, Hugh McGuire. Though he wasn’t a blood relation, he was the only grandfather she ever knew; both of hers died before she was born (under circumstances that are stories in themselves). She knew he was a Spanish-American War veteran, and she had heard him speak of helping build the subways in New York City when he was young. That was about it.
As I started digging, it turned out Hugh led quite a life. He came from Ireland when he was just 17, in 1877. He bounced around New York for a while and worked on the elevated trains that ultimately became part of the subway lines.
Then he headed west at some point in the late 1800s and ended up in Idaho. It’s not clear what kind of work he was doing, but he had definitely learned to ride a horse. We know that because in 1898, after Theodore Roosevelt and William Randolph Hearst brewed up their “splendid little war” with Spain, recruiters for the Rough Riders came looking for volunteers among the Western cowboys.
McGuire signed up in May 1898 and was accepted into “the other Rough Riders,” a regiment of experienced horsemen raised in Wyoming and led by Jay L. Torrey, a Wyoming rancher. In organizing the regiment, Torrey became, of course, “Col. Torrey.” The regiment headed for Florida, where they were to embark for Cuba.
Then, on the afternoon of June 26, their train collided with another near Tupelo, Mississippi. Four of “Torrey’s Rough Riders” were killed immediately along with a train porter, and Torrey himself was injured. The story of the wreck made page 2 of the New York Times.
Apparently Hugh McGuire was unhurt. The train wreck, however, short-circuited McGuire’s Army career, along with that of all those in the 2nd U.S. Volunteer Cavalry. While they were held up for several days in Mississippi, Theodore Roosevelt was getting his Rough Riders to Cuba first. The 2nd Cavalry made it as far as Jacksonville, Florida, where disease broke out in camp. The war in Cuba was essentially over in weeks, and McGuire and his fellow soldiers never saw combat. He was discharged with the rest in the fall of 1898.
That is not the end of the story. I will point out that much of my family comes from Corinth, Mississippi, which is about 50 miles from Tupelo. But I’ll leave the rest of it for another day.