My great grandfather, Willian Lewis Carleton. Trained to be a medical doctor under his father, and listened in wonder at the stories of the First American War For Freedom, at the knee of his grandfather, Lewis Carlton, Revolution war solder, wounded in the chest with a musket ball at the battle of Brandywine. Served three years in the Virginia troops, Stood guard duty at Valley Forge.
Discharged Jan. 1780.
Discharged, he walked home where he had left his widowed mother, and brother Thomas, in Virginia.
Folks told him they bought the place, and his family moved to Wilkes County North Carolina. So he walked to North Carolina.
On the way, he came across an American coronal who was holding Tory Prisoners from a recent local battle. He looks and sees his brother Thomas.
Now Torys were like our militia, farmers and such, not professional soldiers. Coronal did not know what he was going to do with them anyway. My third great grandfather showed him his discharge, a copy which hangs on my wall, and the coronal let him take Thomas with him home with the promise to keep him at home.
Today, Thomas’s descendants are Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution, as somewhere along the line he stopped talking about being a Tory and only identified himself as a revolutionary war soldier. In 1923 his prodigy were allowed in the Sons and Daughters of theAmerican Revolution.
Lewis Carleton married the granddaughter of a white slave sent to Virginia, because he got caught trying to steal a pewter sign off a business in London. This would never have happened in England or Ireland, but this was America, a new land where people would prove themselves against a new land. Some of the old prejudices were left behind, but way too many brought along.