Lens On History with JD Byous

JD Byous

Lens On History with JD Byous replaced History By GPS ----- History hides in plain sight in Savannah, Georgia, in the worn brick beneath your feet, the ironwork balconies overhead, and the quiet corners most visitors walk past without ever noticing. Every street, square, and shoreline carries the imprint of people and events that shaped not only the city, but the broader American story. Lens on History with JD Byous explores those places and the forgotten moments tied to them, bringing listeners directly into Savannah’s layered past. Hosted by historian and storyteller JD Byous, this podcast travels through the historic streets, cemeteries, waterfronts, and landmarks of one of America’s most fascinating cities. From Colonial Park Cemetery and Revolutionary-era Savannah to the early days of professional baseball, maritime trade, and the personalities who left their mark on coastal Georgia, each episode uncovers the real stories behind the places travelers see today. These are not ghost stories or legends—this is documented history grounded in records, archives, and the physical locations that still exist. Designed for history enthusiasts, travelers planning a Savannah visit, and locals curious about their city, the podcast connects historical research with modern exploration. Episodes often follow the geography of Savannah itself, guiding listeners through historic squares, forgotten sites, and overlooked landmarks while explaining how they fit into larger American events such as the Revolutionary War, early commerce on the Savannah River, and the cultural evolution of the city. Whether you’re planning a Savannah travel itinerary, researching historic Savannah landmarks, or simply fascinated by American history, Lens on History with JD Byous offers a deeper understanding of the stories behind the scenery. The goal is simple: reveal the historical significance of places that many people see—but few truly understand. If you want to experience Savannah beyond the postcards and uncover the real history embedded in its streets, join Lens on History with JD Byous... where every episode brings the past back into focus. Segway Tours in Savannah Enter LOH at checkout for a 10% discount!!! Bicycle Tours in Savannah Enter LOH at checkout for a 10% discount!!! Lens on History on videos

  1. APR 7

    Savannah's Visual Archaeology

    What if you could uncover hidden archaeological history without lifting a shovel — just by using your eyes, a camera, and curiosity? In this episode of Lens on History, historian and award-winning photojournalist JD Byous takes you on a visual archaeology tour of Savannah, Georgia’s Reynolds Square, revealing how bricks, sidewalks, drains, and “ghost” architecture preserve stories from over 200 years ago. Most visitors walk past Savannah’s history without ever seeing it. But if you know where to look, the city becomes a living archive. In this episode, you’ll discover: The hidden outline of a 200-year-old carriage houseThe original 1814 garden wall behind the Oliver Sturges HouseBrick “ghosts” that reveal demolished buildings and past renovations19th-century manhole covers and curb lines still in useEvidence of Savannah’s old trolley system beneath modern streetsThe real story behind the color of the iconic Olde Pink HouseYou’ll also learn how visual archaeology works — using photography, observation, and historical context to uncover the past in plain sight. These techniques aren’t just for historians. You can use them in your own hometown to spot hidden history all around you. This season, Lens on History explores Savannah and the Lowcountry... one square, street, and story at a time. If you love history, travel, architecture, photography, or Savannah, this episode will change the way you see historic cities forever. LIKE, SUBSCRIBE, and SHARE to support the show and help more people discover hidden history. Visiting Savannah? Watch this before you go. You’ll never look at Reynolds Square the same way again. AdventureToursInMotion.com (Use LOH for 10% discount at checkout) SavannahBikeTours.com (Use LOH for 10% discount at checkout) Amazon books by JD Byous: https://shorturl.at/hliQj Lens on History is: Filmed on location Research-driven, accessible history Objects, places, and people that tell the real story We''ve changed out name to Lens On History.

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  2. APR 7

    A Genius History Barely Remembers

    This episode of Lens on History uncovers the remarkable and largely forgotten, story of Edward Greene Malbone, one of the most talented early American artists, now buried in Colonial Park Cemetery. If you’ve ever wondered how people preserved memory and identity before photography, this story of miniature portrait painting in early America reveals an intimate world few history books explore. Working in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, Malbone mastered the delicate art of watercolor on ivory, creating miniature portraits often just a few inches in size. These American portrait miniatures were not meant for museums—they were deeply personal objects, carried close to the heart, exchanged between loved ones, and treasured across distances in a rapidly changing post-Revolutionary America. His work offers a rare window into the emotional life of the early United States, capturing faces, relationships, and identity during the era following the American Revolution. In this Savannah, Georgia history episode, we explore how Malbone’s career took him from Newport, Rhode Island to major cultural centers like Boston, New York, and Philadelphia, before ultimately bringing him to the Lowcountry. His connection to Savannah and Southern patrons placed him at the heart of elite social networks, where miniature portraits became symbols of refinement, intimacy, and remembrance. Affiliates AdventureToursInMotion.com (Use LOH for 10% discount at checkout) SavannahBikeTours.com (Use LOH for 10% discount at checkout) Amazon books by JD Byous: https://shorturl.at/hliQj We''ve changed out name to Lens On History.

    13 min
  3. 04/17/2023

    The Cursed Silk Dress Balloons 32.078098° -81.082878°

    The Cursed Silk Dress Balloons Hey, Everyone! Today I’m going to tell you about a rather fashionable weapon of war… I have a story about the Confederate Air Corps… and their airships made from silk dresses… Or so the legend goes. It is a tragic and twisted story from the beginning all the way to the very sad end. These balloons seemed to be tinged by a curse.      It was back in 1862 in a pre-dawn light when Savannah gas plant supervisor James Smedberg braced himself against the wall of a brick well to shut off… as he called it… an “intolerable gas flow” and found his hand resting on the still lifeless face of a man suspended on the side of the pit where the valve was located. Smedberg said the man was hanging by the jaws, between a flange on one side and the brickwork on the other. Two men were dead, another lay at the bottom of a twenty-four-foot dry well used for running gas and oil pipes for the facility. Around the spot, other plant workers staggered and fell across the work yard like drunken chickens around a barnyard moonshine tank. Nearby a short rope held the partially inflated Gazelle, an experimental Confederate observation balloon tied to a winch that was staked to the ground of the gasworks terrace. The day was supposed to be a festive occasion with bleachers for military and city bigwigs, but then all hell broke loose. I’m JD Byous. Welcome to History By GPS, where you travel through history and culture GPS location by GPS location. Remember, the other GPS locations mentioned in this story can be found on HistoryByGPS.COM or on the show notes of your podcast provider… Apple, Google Podcast… and others. This is part of three interesting historical events that happened years apart at this exact location… which is… 32.078098° -81.082878°. The other two episodes were the Don’t Tax Me Bro story and the Yankee in the Garden episode. So, check them out if you haven’t. You’ll hear about this guy, Smedberg mentioned in one of them. Okay, back to the balloon that had a gas problem… And at my age… boy, I know the feeling. Now, I will tell you that I had come across this story… about the Confederate balloon… in my studies about the American Civil War. And I will tell you that I am not a scholar of that war by any means. I am a scholar of the places I lived and how things like the Revolutionary and Civil War affected them. But this incident came to my attention almost by accident. When I was going through old newspaper accounts of things that happened at the area in Savannah called Trustees’ Garden I came across a one or two sentence notice in a Richmond, Virginia newspaper that said that on May 29 1862 two men died in an accident at the Savannah gas works. So I set it aside and pretty much forgot about it. Later, I was researching the Savannah gas works and found an article written by James Smedberg about how it was necessary to use pine wood to make gas because of the scarcity of coal during the war. In it he talked about the deaths and that it happened when they were inflating a balloon for the military. It became evident that the only balloon possible was the first gas balloon built by the Confederate Army to use to spy on Union forces. Okay, back to business… I imagine that a gas leak was evident when Superintendent Smedberg arrived at the Savannah gasworks just before sunrise at 4 o’clock on that May 29 morning. He must have smelled smell the fumes before he stepped onto the property. See, coal and wood gas give off a putrid odor like the oil used in the cracks of sidewalks or creosote piers and telephone poles. It’s unlike today’s odorless natural gas, which needs the added chemical mercaptan to give a scent to escaping fumes. President Abraham Lincoln’s Union blockade created a shortage of coal for the Confederacy. Residential and industrial products like coal supplies could not get into the city… or out of, for that matter. So the buoyancy for lifting the Confederate Army balloon, Gazelle, required gas that was cooked from Southern yellow pine wood. Some reported that wood gas was thicker and burned better than standard coal, but both forms have a similar smell. For the gasworks crew, it was time for the morning shift change when Smedberg circled the building to get onto the holding tank terrace where the fumes emanated. The pungent, nauseating stench would have socked Smedberg in the nose like a punch during a Saturday night boozer.[1] He later wrote that Several plant workers “were badly asphyxiated.” Two Irish immigrants, Martin Brannan, and William Harper were dead. One had broken his neck in a fall down the maintenance well and could not be removed because of the heavy flow of gas from the pipe that was supposed to be filling the balloon.  The stokers of the redoubt ovens, ordinarily tough and hard-as-nails men… were in a panic. Their eyes were blood red and burning from the fumes. Some lay on the coal-tar-stained ground with trance-like gazes staring into the sky; others stumbled dazed in the morning light. They all feared that the gas would drift into the retort house and ignite at the fired ovens and blow them across the city’s eastern slope. Another “big-hearted Irishman,” as Smedberg defined him, had been fired… by Smedberg… a couple of days before. Without hesitation, the man reached in, helped close the valve and dislodge the man who was hanging from the pipe and wall. Making a rope sling, the Irishman slipped it under his arms and climbed down the pipes while his former boss fed the line. Then they hauled the other dead man to the surface. Then the superintendent’s attention turned to the others. The members of the dazed and intoxicated crew were medicated… The medication… Whiskey, at that time in history, was the standard remedy for just about every ailment… Ahhh, nineteenth-century medical science. While the inflation of the balloon resumed, Smedberg’s anger fumed until he became furious. The shift foreman who had worked through the night had disobeyed him. His orders were that the pressure of the gas was to stay constant and not be changed. But the foreman had made an uneducated adjustment, and the control valve had failed under the pressure. When the deadly billowing gas started flooded the work yard, the foreman did not have the courage to shut it off, and the emergency erupted. Smedberg claimed that the incident started in disobedience and ended, as he wrote, in “murder and almost suicide.” That was because there was another shutoff valve within two feet of the muzzle of the pipe. So, the result… in concise twenty-first-century lingo - the foreman screwed up, and Smedberg fired him.  Charles Cevor, the balloon’s pilot and builder, was devastated by the news. As in many Victorian narratives, Smedberg concluded his recount with moral and reason. “The tragedy teaches the common mind that discipline is good but…” [the pilot, Mr. Cevor was], the last [I would have] suspected of superstition, “told me, that it happened at all because it happened on [a] Friday.” Soon afterward, the heroic, Big-Hearted Irishman… the who climbed into the fume-filled pit… He was rehired by Smedberg’s boss, Francis Willis, the President of the Savannah Gaslight Company. Smedberg speculated that Willis’ action came out of fear of a lawsuit from the wives of the deceased, who might. To quote him, “enforce exemplary pensions from the company.” He figured, like today… somebody was going to sue someone over the incident, and good publicity could only help. One can deduce that the two dead men were among the many Irish who had arrived in Savannah over the past two decades. At the end of the gassing incident, the area was cleaned and cleared, the bodies were whisked away, and the unknowing public arrived, watched, and was awestruck by the show of the Confederate military aircraft. Enthralled by the spectacle, few knew of the deaths.  Bleachers on the grounds nearby were full, dignitaries came, and anticipations of all onlookers were high. The balloon was a hit.[2] The South, and especially Savannah, had built their first Confederate States, gas observation balloon that would help in the fight against the Northern aggressors. To the aeronauts Charles Cevor, and Confederate Captain Edward Lawton, their experience and view would have been remarkable.. When the wench holding the balloon to the ground was released, the two men rose above the crowd. To the north was Willink’s Wharf on the water’s edge of Trustees’ Garden, where the CSS Georgia stood in the initial construction stages. The Ladies’ Gunboat Association had raised $115 thousand to aid in the war, an equivalent of almost $385 million in the year 2021.[3] The history-making aircraft rose a few yards away from that spot in a tethered flight, and it floated above Alvin Miller’s iron foundry. That’s where the iron for the CSS Georgia was forged and cast. With the feed of more line, they were over the rice fields near the city’s eastern boundary. Willink’s Wharf site 32.079431° -81.082650° Alvin Miller's Foundry 32.077637° -81.078925°  Theirs was a view taken in by few men, and it was usually Cevor tending the gas valve when they did. Toward the ocean, they could see the Savannah River as it twisted leftward, marking the bend at Four Fathom Hole and Fort Jackson and Fort Lee. Four Fathom Hole 32.083290° -81.039669° Fort Jackson 32.081901° -81.036431° Fort Lee Site 32.082792° -81.033878° Directly to the east, billow-like waves of trees outlined Whitemarsh and Wilmington Islands. The islands were just below Fort Pulaski’s outline, which overlapped the view of Tybee Island and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. Fort Pulaski 32.027023° -80.890257° Wilmington Island 32.008238° -80.977426° Tybee Island 32.007773° -80.843548° To the south, the rise of Trustees’ Garden Bluff was marked by a line of wood and brick build

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  4. Yankee in the Garden 32.078098° -81.082878°

    03/13/2023

    Yankee in the Garden 32.078098° -81.082878°

    Yankee in the Garden Hey, everyone! Did you hear that? Somebody said, “The Yankees are coming!” Actually, we hear that all the time here in Savannah, Georgia. Today it would mean they were coming down for a few days of vacation… But back in 1864, it didn’t mean they were stopping in town to catch dinner at Sweet Potatoes Kitchen and buy a couple of tee shirts down on River Street. It would have been a little more distressing when those words were spoken around South Georgia. And so… to go with that… here’s a great story about a Union Prisoner of war in Savannah at the end of the American Civil War who heard those words and was very relieved… His story… gives you a perspective that you don’t often hear. Because in 1864, Union soldier Frederick Emil Schmitt and others endured the stench of filth and death in the infamous Confederate Civil War Prison camp near Andersonville, Georgia. Andersonville_Prison by John L Ransom former prisoner. But out of a stroke of genius and luck, he ended up in Savannah, hiding from the Rebels and waiting for the arrival of the army of Union General William Tecumseh Sherman. He has a great story that almost fell into obscurity. Sick around and I’ll give you my take on it. I'm JD Byous. Welcome to History by GPS, where you travel through history and culture, GPS location by GPS location. So click on your favorite map app and follow along. The coordinates for the location talked about in the podcast 32.078098° -81.082878° Now… on to our story… which, by the way… is one of three interesting historical events that happened years apart at this same location… we’re talking physically on the same spot of ground within a ten-yard circle. You’ll find those stories noted at the website too. For this episode the spot plays an important role in the life of Frederick Schmitt because he ended up hiding within this small tiny circle on the globe. If you recall the story of Andersonville, almost 13,000 of 43,000 Union prisoners died from hunger and disease during the years the prison was operating… 1861 to 1865... Now… I might add that similar conditions were experienced in Northern prisoner-of-war camps. There were no picnic either… but you don’t hear as much about them. The South lost the war in case you haven't heard And… as is always espoused… The victor writes the history. What made things worse in the South was that the population was low on food and provisions, which made prison life a living hell. By the way, JD Huitt over at The History Underground on YouTube has a great episode about the conditions at Andersonville. I’ll put the link in the show notes. It’s well worth a look. Okay… There at Andersonville… One day Frederick Schmitt’s luck changed in October 1864 when he noticed a group of prisoners by the main gate being placed in rank and file as if they were getting ready to march outside. It was drizzling rain when he saw his chance for a difference in scenery. But who was Frederick Schmitt? Great question! I’m glad you asked. It fits right in with the next part of the story. Schmitt came to America from Bavaria in 1859, settled in Elizabeth, New Jersey, and enlisted in the Union Army on February 10, 1864. He held the rank of private in Company D, of the 3rd New Jersey Cavalry regiment under Colonel Andrew J. Morrison. By June 1864, he was in the Union Calvary under Major-General James H. Wilson and found himself captured after the rebels raided his position outside of Richmond, Virginia. His friends and officers couldn’t find him and thought he was dead and they listed him as being killed in action. So, most of his military life… military experience… was in Prison. In 1919 he wrote his memoir of being a POW when he was 77 years old, fifty-five years after his experience in the South. But… ironically… his story wasn’t published until 1958, when his daughter gave it to the Wisconsin Historical Society. So, I guess there’s hope for some of the articles I wrote back in my newspaper days… Not much is known about Schmitt. I do know that he was an engineer, and I did find a master’s thesis written at the University of Wisconsin in 1904 by a Frederick Schmitt. It was on mass transit, you know, street trolleys, and things like that, and as far as I can tell, he was in that field… being an engineer, so he could have written it, I suppose. However, I suspect it may have been a son or someone else since he… Frederick… would have been 62 years old by that time. Then again… I got my history degree at the ripe old age of 53, so who knows. His recollection of the prison is an intriguing story in that it… bends, the typical narrative about Andersonville with an interesting perspective. It tells of his kindness toward his captors in a way that other prisoners did not record nor recollect afterward. At least as far as I’ve seen. Schmitt said… and I quote…, “Personally, I witnessed no cruelties to individuals, except such as resulted from general conditions.”  He goes on, “The Southern States in 1864, being themselves short of foodstuffs, could give prisoners only such food as they themselves had… and the Rebel soldiers about the camp had no better food than the prisoners.”  Quite magnanimous, I would say. Interesting, indeed. So, on one cold morning, Schmitt’s odyssey to freedom began after a night of discomfort made him get up and start moving around… work the kinks out after sleeping on the ground. He wrote, “Being stiff and cold I got up, slung my haversack over my shoulders, and began to walk down toward the driveway where I hoped to get a chance to warm myself near one of the bake ovens.”  If you’ve ever seen a map or drawing of the prison, there were a couple of ovens in the bakery that were fairly large… a good place to get warm. Well, the sound of drums beating caught his attention. Over near the gate, a detachment was ordered to fall in to be taken to the train. He said the column was already marching, and the first row was already outside of the large stockade gates. Schmitt slipped into the lines but was seen by one man in the line who recognized him as not one of the chosen group. He immediately pounced upon him and tried to push him out of the marching column but only succeeded in pushing him back to the next row. Then Schmitt was jostled further back in the line, where he finally ended up in a group of men who didn’t care… or… thought he was one of those selected. As they marched out of the compound, two Rebel officers stood on each side, counting the men who passed. Schmitt’s line was in the last row to be allowed out of the gate. Just as his line was counted, the men behind him were stopped. Schmitt did not know where he was going, but anywhere was better than Andersonville. Andersonville Prison 32.194906° -84.130172° Andersonville Station 32.194878° -84.139204° By the way… Remember that the show notes and GPS locations for all of the spots mentioned in this episode can be found in the show notes or at History By GPS dot com. While you’re there check out our books and merchandise. I think you’ll like our line of products from Savannah and its history… including some that highlight this episode. And leave a comment. I’d love to hear your opinion or information that other listeners would like to hear. Meanwwhile… Back at Andersonville Station… Schmitt and the other men were loaded into railroad boxcars and told their destination was the Savannah POW camp that covered the 700 block along Whitaker between West Hall and West Gwinnett Streets across from Forsyth Park. I’ve looked in my notes but can’t find the name of that prison. I think it may have been Camp Mercer or Camp McLaws, but my notes… and my memory… have slipped away somewhere. However, if you know the name of the Savannah camp, please let me know in the comments or on the website, HistoryByGPS.com. Now, by chance, POW artist Robert Knox Sneden was in the Andersonville and Savannah prisons with Schmitt and was in that same group of men who were transferred to Savannah. Sneden captured the compound on paper and ink, and many other war-time details that were… and still are… available in books. I’ll have a couple of his drawings I found in the Library of Congress archives in the show notes. Savannah POW Prison 32.068114° -81.097359° Now, Schmitt… after a few weeks in the new prison yard that he describes as “utter misery,” …another stroke of luck came his way. One morning a commission led by a Union officer, a Captain named Gottheil came to the gate to recruit men to work in a local machine shop. Hearing that Gottheil was looking for workers who were machinists, again, Schmitt’s grit placed him in an advantageous position, so he made a rapid jump toward the gate. But as soon as he made a step or two, one of the self-appointed guards saw him and ran at him, ready to strike. See, a set of POW rowdies had taken over the internal government of the camp. Each of them carried a huge hickory stick, Buford Pusser style if you are old enough to remember that story… The ruffians only let men who had paid them approach the gate. But when Schmitt ran for the gate, Captain Gottheil warned the henchman off and let Schmitt approach and talk to him. So, he was able to tell him about his engineering experience. He was chosen… so he and a small group of POWs were marched across town to Alvin Miller’s Iron Foundry on the on the bank of the Savannah River, about 300 yards east of Trustees’ Garden and the Savannah gas works. It was located on the spot where, today, the Thompson Hotel stands. Alvin Miller’s Foundry 32° 4’38.67 “N 81° 4’43.97 “W. There, Schmitt and his fellow prisoners were turned over to the manager of the foundry and told to wait. Later, Schmitt was shown a small horizontal stationary engine and asked to overhaul it so it could be installed in a

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  5. Don't Tax Me Bro! 32.078098° -81.082878°

    03/05/2023

    Don't Tax Me Bro! 32.078098° -81.082878°

    Don't Tax Me Bro! Hey, everyone. We’ve got a great story for this episode. Today we’re going to talk about two historical events that were separated by 100 yards but were a decade apart in history. They also tie in geographically with two other historical events that took place on the same GPS location that we are looking at today. Those are in different episodes. Well, back in 1765, things were getting hot here in Savannah, Georgia. And we’re not talking weather kind of hot. We’re talkin’… if things had gotten out of hand, the American Revolution could have started a decade earlier… kind of hot. So… why all the fuss? Stick around, I’ll give you my take on it… I’m JD Byous, and this is History by GPS, where you travel through history and culture GPS location by GPS location. You can find transcripts of the show at HistoryByGPS.com or on the show notes for Apple, Spotify, Amazon, and other podcast platforms for the coordinates of where these events happened. As for the main location… Here are the coordinates… 32.078098° -81.082878° Okay, back to a hot time in Savannah. The first incident in 1766 was over a little paper stamp. People got really riled up over this little stamp. So why get aflutter about a small piece of paper… it only cost a few pennies? Here’s why… It incident took place on the northeastern corner of Savannah’s Historic District in what locals call the Old Fort District. Today the Charles H. Morris Center at Trustees’ Garden is on top of the bluff where Colonial Era Fort Halifax once stood. Now, this spot is just a few feet away from Savannah’s world-famous Pirates’ House Restaurant, which is in a building that sits on the location of the old fort headquarters… and may, in fact… after pouring through old records and studying the construction of the facility… I suspect a section of the structure is the same building used by the British before and during the Revolution. See, right outside of that building is where things got heated… nine years before the start of the American Revolution. Georgia and the other colonies were political tender spots that were growing into tinderboxes and were ready to blow.The Pirates’ House in 1939. The area outside… it was open land stretching to the gates of the town one-quarter mile to the west. The Sons of Liberty – Liberty Boys – had gathered around the fort’s walls, screaming and demanding they be let in. Captain John Milledge and his British Royal Rangers were on the parapets and were determined keeping them out. The uproar was over the British Parliament’s passing of The Stamp Tax of 1765, which put a levy on several paper items. In addition to that law, the American Revenue Tax of 1764, a Sugar Tax, had already inflamed the residents the year before. Like other imposed taxes, the paper tax mandated payment in British Pounds, not in colonial currency. See, each colony had its own monetary system with different values based on the English pounds, shillings, and pence. However, ALL colonial currencies were worth LESS than the British equivalents. On top of that, Much of the commercial currency was in barter. Barter being the practice of trading product for product. People paid with rum, or tobacco, or some other commodity. Which is one reason the tax man wanted to be paid in British pound sterling. Barter is difficult to access and tax for many reasons. And it’s difficult for those paying taxes because they have to exchange their goods for currency… first to Colonial script… which was hindered by a chronic shortage of paper or coin specie… then it was exchanged for British currency. And the total per stamp cost was around 2 shillings, 6 pence, which equalled 54 pence… pennies. During the days leading up to the American Revolution, the “obnoxious” stamps represented taxation by the Crown. The levy covered things like playing cards, magazines, newspapers, and legal documents. Now, the stamps that were to be distributed in Georgia were stored at Fort Halifax. That’s where the hubbub came up.  Royal Governor James Wright placed them there for protection against the local Sons of Liberty, who vowed to burn them. After the Liberty Boys marched on the fort. Governor Wright wrote in a report, “And on the 1st appearance of Faction & Sedition I ordered in Some of the Rangers from each Post & made up the Number here at Savannah 56 Privates & 8 officers and with which & the assistance of Such Gents as were of a Right Way of thinking I have been able in a great Measure to Support His Majesties Authority.” This guy writes crazily. This guy didn’t know what a period or a comma was. …So in other words he brought in 64 soldiers who thought the way he did and had them armed and ready to defend the stamps and the king’s authority to issue them. James Wright held the Sons of Liberty in absolute disdain. In another report, he complained that “the Liberty Boys, as they call themselves, had assembled together to the Number of about 200 & were gathering fast and Some of them had declared they were determined to go to the Fort & break open the Store & take out & destroy the Stamp’t Papers…” The fort was the stronghold of the city and the safest location for the stamps.. Wright’s report somewhat reduced the actual number of protestors that day. Some accounts claim six hundred Liberty Boys, many of whom had gathered in front of Wright’s home on St. James Square (or Telfair Square) decreased in number after Wright implored them to have cooler heads. It is said that half left, but three hundred remained. I’ve read that over 800 were waiting in a city common… so we’re talking a lot of men in a town of about thirty-five hundred people. That’s about 22 percent of the population and a much larger percentage of the men in town even allowing for guys from out of town.[i] So Wright had the stamps loaded onto a boat and carried to Cockspur Island at the mouth of the Savannah River. By the way… Remember that the show notes and GPS locations for all of the spots mentioned in this episode can be found in the show notes or at History By GPS dot com. While you’re there check out our books and merchandise. I think you’ll like our line of products from Savannah and its history… including some that highlight this episode. And leave a comment. I’d love to hear your opinion or information that other listeners would like to hear. Now… in 1776 the cry, “No taxation without representation,” spread through the colonies like a chill up King George’s spine. See, Americans were already paying other taxes, but they paid in currency from their own colony. So, having to convert the script into British pounds, was an excessive burden. The whole uproar was initiated and fueled by the actions of British elites who wouldn’t give Parliamentary representation to the Colonies and did not care if the Americans were upset. After all.. they were the British and they were in charge. The Americans, they thought, were merely peasants working for the homeland. See, the whole taxation hubbub back then was over the financing of the French and Indian War in America a few years earlier. It was an extension of Britain’s Seven Years War with France. England said that it was by their grace that they saved the Colonies during the conflict. But Americans believed and knew they could take care of themselves. They had done so for generations and believed that there had been no need for British troops. For the time, foreign enemies were elsewhere, and Americans had always protected themselves from local threats. An irony was that American colonists considered themselves British citizens, but Parliament would not give them representation. America’s natural resources made the colonies a far more prosperous land than all of the British Isles, and everyone on both sides of the Atlantic knew it. So, Savannah… Trustees’ Garden… and Fort Halifax were swept up in the conflict. Now, where this uproar happened, the fort is gone today, but others replaced it… Fort Savannah, Fort Prevost, and Fort Wayne, Wayne being the last one. And here’s a little side note for your trivia collection… Savannahians usually call the current brick wall the Fort Wayne Wall. Is it Fort Wayne?  In actuality… it is… and it isn’t. And the confusion is justified. The building of the current brick wall in 1853 destroyed the older earthen fort named for General “Mad” Anthony Wayne. After the bricks were laid, the dirt ramparts of the real Fort Wayne were shoveled into the wall’s interior to create a terrace for gasholders. During that work, laborers unearthed three old cannons. Gas workers later placed the big guns along the wall, making it look like an old fort. Everyone in town knew the fort was located on that spot, so generations later concluded that the brick wall must be the fort. After all, the cannons were there to prove it. The legend continues.[ii] But… the wall’s purpose was to create a terrace to support gas holders and other manufactured coal-gas equipment at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution and was built by the Savannah Gaslight Company. Now, to confuse the issue, even more, the area just inside the wall arch really was part of old Fort Wayne. … If you want to see other photos go to the History By GPS website and it out.  That part is the sunken well-section that served as a bombproof… a reinforced area where soldiers would go to escape enemy artillery. So that’s why this area is Fort Wayne and not Fort Wayne. When they filled in the interior of the terrace, they covered up remnants of the old powder magazine that is the location of our GPS coordinates for this episode. The powder stronghold at Fort Hallifax was the site where in May of 1775, American patriots formed a night raid to capture Governor Wright’s munitions after a clandestine meeting at Dr. Noble W. Jones’s home. Word of

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  6. The Hurricane that Broke Savannah 32.079861° -81.091488°

    02/27/2023

    The Hurricane that Broke Savannah 32.079861° -81.091488°

    The Hurricane that Broke Savannah Hey, everyone! Is this a great day for a podcast, or what? No storms… no bad weather… at least not for me where I am. Sorry if you are. You know the old saying… If you don’t like the weather stick around… It’ll change. So stick around I’m going to tell you a story about a bad day… weather wise See, in Savannah and South Georgia, back in 1881, they had a really bad day. A devil of a hurricane… The carnage started several miles south of the city where at the sportsman’s club on Wolf Island, the home of the club’s caretaker, Mr. Stokes, was ripped from the foundation and pushed into the river. Floodwaters crashed in the doors and windows and swept his wife and children into the river. His entire family drowned. Only Stokes survived and walked over sixty miles to Savannah to report the event. I’m JD Byous. Welcome to History by GPS, where we travel through history and culture GPS location by GPS location. So, click on your favorite map app and follow along. Today I’m going to give you a general GPS location which right in the main square of the city, Johnson Square, then, you can find the other places mentioned on our website, HistoryByGPS.com. Now… that location in Johnson Square is where the weather station kiosk used to sit… before the storm… and the coordinates are 32.079861° -81.091488°   From East Broad Street to West Broad Street few buildings escaped the fury and damage of the storm.” As you may know, West Broad is now MLK Blvd should you be visiting Savannah… This hurricane predated the naming of storms by almost seventy years. In 1881 it was called simply “Hurricane Five” and was only a class 2 hurricane, but Seven hundred people died in the area around the city, with 355 of that total within the city limits. It was one of the deadliest hurricanes in American history.[1] The Mayor’s Report for the year reported that “A hurricane of unparalleled violence occurred on the 27th of August last, doing great damage to property in the city and vicinity. … and all of the buildings belonging to the city were more or less injured… The fire alarm telegraph wires were broken in many places and leveled to the ground, and a great number of shade trees blown down. The fences and railings enclosing the parks and squares and at Laurel Grove Cemetery were partially blown down and crushed by falling trees.” As one newspaper described, the Class 2 hurricane that hit Savannah in August 1881 was one of “unparalleled violence… all of the buildings belonging to the city were more or less injured.” And almost all of the buildings in the city had wind or rain damage.  In the Atlantic, it started as a tropical storm and rolled to the northeast through the Lesser Antilles Island on August 22, and then it bounced up… off of Florida and headed to Savannah. By August 24, it reached hurricane strength. On August 27, it hit land directly at the mouth of the Ogeechee River at high tide, pushing a fifteen-foot storm surge. In Savannah, wind gusts blew the city wind gauge away after recording a wind speed of 80 miles per hour. The intense damage resulted because Hurricane Five, though it was only estimated to be class two in strength, well, it came to Savannah… and it stayed for two days. Hmmmm… that’s about the same length of time the tourists hang around here Anyway… Small but slow storms can do as much or more damage as larger storms. After wreaking havoc on the area, the hurricane beelined due west. At the old savannah Morning News building on the corner of Bay and Whitfield Streets, the squall peeled the roof like a key-rolled tin top on a sardine can. The damage was severe because the water came through the ceiling into the editorial and make-up departments, then into the press and paper storage rooms. As one Alabama newspaper described, “The compositors finished their work ankle-deep in water.”[2]  The news must get out you know… At City Market, the buildings sustained damage – many of those structures are still there – Also damaged was the old Exchange buildings that stood where the gold-domed City Hall stands today. The trees around the area fell and smashed fences, business signs, and lampposts, strewing trash debris across the streets and intersections.  The black communities along the waterways were hardest hit. David Bowens, his wife, and his children were washed into the river, -- all of them drowned. South of Savannah, on Shad Island, just downstream from Fort McAllister on the Ogeechee River, Henry Douglas’ wife and four children were lost when the surge rose and swept them into the marsh. Other huts on the waterways suffered the same fate. All of the residents of Douglas’ small fishing settlement died in the storm, with the exception of Douglas. The plantation of former Fort McAllister commander Major George W. Anderson on the Ogeechee Road was hit with winds strong enough to blow down his barn, killing two of his horses that were inside. Some of you history buffs may remember that that plantation was where Union General William Tecumseh Sherman made his headquarters when he surrounded Savannah in 1864. I’ll talk about that incident and the capture of Fort McAllister in another episode. Oh, I forgot. Remember to follow the podcast that way you’ll be notified when new episodes come out. If you’re watching on YouTube, subscribe. You know how to do it… click the button. Also go to HistoryByGPS.com where you’ll find other GPS locations mentioned on this episode. You’ll also find our merchandise and books. We have tee-shirts, cups… other things… as well as products mentioned on this episode and others that highlight Savannah, Georgia. Oh, if you have any information you want to give, or state your opinion on this topic, please go to the comments and write it… it’s on the website. I’d love to hear from you. Now back to newspaper articles. The Round House plantation that Joseph Clay owned was totally demolished. All of the buildings and many of the animals were blown into the river and washed away.[1]  One article on the storm claimed that on August 26th, the Savannah Morning News had an article about the storm, but the U.S. Signal Corps issued no official warning. August 27 was a Saturday, and despite some squally weather in the morning, many people went to Tybee Island to the beach, and to escape the heat. The fresh northeasterly wind may have seemed welcome after a long summer of steamy heat in the city. The early morning ferries had brought hundreds to the Tybee wharf, where a mule-drawn streetcar drove people to the beach and the Ocean House, a 40-room hotel with a large, popular restaurant.” But by lunchtime, it was too late. The water was too rough for the ferries to run… and, at that time, there was no road from Tybee Island to the mainland. Another article said, In Savannah itself, the damage was horrific. Almost all buildings lost their roofs. Including major buildings like the Savannah Cotton Exchange, the office of the Savannah Morning News, and the U.S. Signal Corps. When the U.S. Signal Corps building was destroyed, along with the weather instruments, the barometer was 29.08”, and the wind was 85 mph, but the storm continued to worsen. All of the accounts of the 1881 hurricane stress the extreme “violence” of the wind in the city. Savannah proper was out of reach of the tides because it sits around forty feet about the river, so the tidal surge couldn’t reach it on the high bluff. But the winds were enough to cause terrible damage on their own. The death toll in Savannah itself was 335 from collapsing buildings, flying tin roofs, collapsing chimneys, flying glass, and falling trees. As accounts from outlying communities came in, and from the poor black housing, the low marshes and riverbanks, and from Tybee, the death toll on land surpassed 700. Experience has shown us that deaths from hurricanes, especially in poor, outlying black communities, were poorly documented. This has as has a similar study of the 1893 Sea Islands hurricane. The Station at Lazaretto Creek on Tybee Island became a ruin of tangled lumber, sails, lines, and palm limbs. The wreckage included the wharf, the boats, the houses, the furniture, and all of the medical supplies. The crew of the Spanish bark, Marietta, abandoned ship earlier in the night and rode out the storm hanging from the rafters hospital. Later, the men found that their ship was still afloat, but the mast and all of the rigging had been blown away. Residents in Savannah weathered the storm in darkness because, as I mentioned earlier, the gas streetlight globes were smashed by the debris that found them in the path. The damage was the worst that any of the oldest city residents could remember. Even the devastating storm of 1854 brought less damage than the long-duration winds of that 1881 tempest.[3]   Leaving Savannah, the devil storm moved westward, damaging forest and property only to fizzle out in Mississippi, two states to the west. And things changed at over at Trustees’ Garden, though it was unchronicled in newspapers. In the wake of the destruction, the renovation of the gasworks’ retort building changed it into the style we see today, holding the same five-bay footprint. A stone plaque on the northwest corner of the Morris Center across from the Pirates’ House Restaurant, commemorates the event, suggests a near-total rebuild. That old building dates from about 1853… at least in part… and was the retort building where they cooked coal to make streetlight gas for about one hundred years. After the hurricane, a more substantial structure wrapped around the columns to form a shell-like cover making the lighter-colored brick columns of the building seen today, should you visit there. Across Morris Park to the southeast, on the west end of the old Kehoe Iron Works main foundry, the pillars for the enclosure

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  7. One Duel. One Died. One Didn't 32.077938° -81.082580°

    02/21/2023

    One Duel. One Died. One Didn't 32.077938° -81.082580°

    One Duel. One Died. One Didn’t.32.077938° -81.082580° Hey, everyone! What a great day for a podcast! Do we have a great country or what? Yes… our country has problems… all countries have problems. But at the time of the forming of our nation during the American Revolution, things got pretty bad, not just in the way the war was going, but in the political landscape of the founding fathers. Tensions were high between the early patriots. Some said that in 1777, at the early phases of the fighting, Georgia’s war-time President was murdered by poisoning. Yes or no, his death definitely had suspicious circumstances surrounding it… but no one could prove foul play. When Archibald Bulloch died… some people suspected that a man named Button Gwinnett had something to do with it.  The wake of that incident washed over emotions, heated tempers, and created mistrust among Georgia’s founding fathers. As a result, two American patriots fought a duel in Savannah, and one of them died. But today, we’ll look into WHERE the duel took place. By the way, you’ve heard of six degrees of separation? President Theodore Roosevelt, who was born 81 years later, has a link to these events and this duel.  I’m JD Byous. Welcome to History by GPS, where you travel through history and culture, GPS location by GPS location. So, click on your favorite map app and follow along. Ready?… Here are the coordinates for today’s spot. It is 32.077938° -81.082580° Now, you’re going to find that this location is in the middle of a grassy park on the east side of town. But it is an important spot, and here’s the story behind it. The President was a guy named Archibald Bulloch, a member of the Continental Congress and a veteran of the fight for freedom. As an interesting note… Bulloch had to leave the meetings of the Continental Congress in Philadelphia and make a hasty trip to Georgia to help defend Savannah from an imminent British attack. If he had stayed in Pennsylvania, he would have been Georgia’s fourth signer of the Declaration of Independence. You remember the others… Lyman Hall, George Walton, and Button Gwinnett.Archibald Bulloch Also… if Bulloch had not died when he did, one signer of the Declaration of Independence might have lived a little longer. So, to clarify… Bulloch was the first President and Commander in Chief of Georgia… in the temporary government… in the soon to be new State while the war with England was still going on. After his death, he was replaced by the ambitious and recent English immigrant… a guy named, Button Gwinnett. The President’s death and the suspicions surrounding it… illuminate the power struggle that was taking place among the American Rebel leadership. Factional game-playing was debilitating the security of the Revolution, the state, and especially the city of Savannah. Gwinnett is often remembered as a mystery man with a cloudy past. A decade earlier, when he immigrated from England, he purchased St. Catherines Island off of the South Georgia coast. His investment failed, leaving him up to his eyeballs in debt. So, he was forced to sell his property in 1773. He turned to politics three years later, and the political winds pushed him into public office and a position in the newly formed Georgia Assembly. Okay, where the GPS coordinates will take you are to a recently elevated section of lawn that is within a few feet of the spot where in 1777, Button Gwinnett fought a duel with a guy named Lachlan McIntosh. Trustees’ Garden in Savannah, Georgia and the location of the duel. The rift between the patriots was due to differing political opinions and the resultant insults that went with them. Gwinnett, a member of the Continental Congress, was a candidate for a position as brigadier general in the 1st Regiment of the Continental Army… But Georgia’s one-house General Assembly gave the position to McIntosh. That decision made Gwinnett furious. See, Gwinnett rose to the office of Speaker of the Georgia Assembly… the \top /dog position So after Bulloch’s death, HE, Gwinnett, became the President. In taking office, he carried with him the belief that he was a wronged man… so Gwinnett started getting even with the people who opposed him. In his power quest, Gwinnett began purging his opponents’ from their positions in the assembly and in the military. He ordered McIntosh to march on an ill-conceived and ill-planned campaign to seal off the border from British Florida. I said, “ill-conceived.” The expedition was a disaster. The debacle created shouts of accusation from both sides, both pointing blame at each other. And Gwinnett was set on using the failure to take over command of the military and oust McIntosh. But the stubborn Scotsman McIntosh refused to be blamed and refused to give up his position. In the political chess game, Gwinnett attacked Lachlan’s brother, George McIntosh, and called him a traitor. Gwinnett charged that George had sold provisions to British ships then promptly relieved Lachlan of his command. Gwinnett did not know, nor did he look into, the fact that the traitor was a business partner who had detoured a cargo of rice and other provisions to the British… all without George McIntosh’s knowledge. Gwinnett had George hauled off to jail. Lachlan was furious, he knew his brother’s loyalty to the American cause and called Gwinnett “a scoundrel and a lying rascal.” Back then, those terms were a bit more incendiary than they are today. However, today we do still have a few scoundrels and lying rascals in Washington, DC… so I’m told. By the way, as I always say, I’ve researched this stuff for thirty years. This is my understanding and interpretation on what happened.. and I hear there are several other interpretations. If you have an opinion, or if you just want to comment, please leave a note in the comment section below the transcription. Or, if you’re listening on a platform that doesn’t have them… check out the show notes and other information on our website… HistoryByGPS.com. There are also photos and illustrations that go along with the story. So…….. Gwinnett, in his hot-headed way, challenged Lachlan McIntosh to a duel. That action scored points for Gwinnett in the Georgia Congress, but though others tried to talk him out of it, he was determined to go on with the duel. Which, when you look at the facts… was a very dumb thing to do… Lachlan McIntosh was a Scottish Highlander who was a child when the founder of Georgia, James Oglethorpe, recruited his clan to settle Georgia’s southeastern coast to protect against the Spanish. In fact, the Spanish captured his father, and Oglethorpe arranged for Lachlan and George to be put under the care of Reverend George Whitfield at his Bethesda orphanage. But the independent Scottish boys didn’t do well at the orphanage. I mean, they were Scottish. Now, I can say that because my name Byous is a VERY Scottish name. Other Scots will understand. As I was saying, the brothers didn’t get along with things at the orphanage. So, they decided they would return to Scotland to fight with the Jacobites in what is called the 1715 uprising that tried to overthrow the English protestant monarchs, William and Mary. I’ll talk about Jacobites in another episode. Fortunately for them, Oglethorpe convinced them to stay in Georgia because the whole war was a fiasco for the Jacobite cause. To emphasize why a duel with McIntosh was a bad idea for Gwinnett…The McIntosh boys had warrior training from their youth and were excellent marksmen. That fighting ability, along with Lachlan’s quick wit, helped him advance through the ranks of local military units. His Scottish Highland honor would not allow him to be insulted by the English-born newcomer-to-the-cause, Button Gwinnett, nor any other man. As a result, the men would duel to settle the argument and restore their honor. Hmmmm. What kind of guy has the name Button anyway… sounds like something you’d find in the lint trap of a clothes dryer. Okay, so now you’re asking me, where does Teddy Roosevelt come into the story? That’s coming up. You’ll see how he is “very” connected to this occasion. I promise. Okay… continuing… Several locations have been suggested as to where the fight took place. However, combining all the accounts by participants, historians, and recorded evidence, one place comes out as the spot where the clash happened… Trustees’ Garden here on the edge of Savannah’s eastern bluff, where the GPS coordinates will take you. Here’s the evidence… That site, as described by historian and Savannah Mayor Thomas Gamble, has been long known as a favorite dueling ground for Savannahians as well as for those across the river who wanted to avoid South Carolina, law officials. It was located “ below the fort” at Trustees’ Garden. Now, the location of the Gwinnett/McIntosh duel has been in dispute for over a century. But records indicate that the duel happened in a field owned by Royal Governor James Wright east of the city. According to a map in the Georgia Historical Society Library, Wright owned many of the lots at Trustees’ Garden that were along what is now named Randolph Street and… ironically… MacIntosh Boulevard.  And we have the testimony of Gwinnett’s second, you know… the guy who hands them the guns and then backs out of the line of fire… On that day, the guy was Charles Wells, the brother of the Sugar Party Liberty Boy, Andrew Elton Wells, that we talk about in another History by GPS episode. Charles stated that a crowd was gathering, so Gwinnett and McIntosh moved “a little lower down the hill.” That means it was close enough to town for a crowd of onlookers to gather and that it took place in a field with a slope. There are few slopes in or near Savannah that were owned by James Wright. As I said… accor

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Lens On History with JD Byous replaced History By GPS ----- History hides in plain sight in Savannah, Georgia, in the worn brick beneath your feet, the ironwork balconies overhead, and the quiet corners most visitors walk past without ever noticing. Every street, square, and shoreline carries the imprint of people and events that shaped not only the city, but the broader American story. Lens on History with JD Byous explores those places and the forgotten moments tied to them, bringing listeners directly into Savannah’s layered past. Hosted by historian and storyteller JD Byous, this podcast travels through the historic streets, cemeteries, waterfronts, and landmarks of one of America’s most fascinating cities. From Colonial Park Cemetery and Revolutionary-era Savannah to the early days of professional baseball, maritime trade, and the personalities who left their mark on coastal Georgia, each episode uncovers the real stories behind the places travelers see today. These are not ghost stories or legends—this is documented history grounded in records, archives, and the physical locations that still exist. Designed for history enthusiasts, travelers planning a Savannah visit, and locals curious about their city, the podcast connects historical research with modern exploration. Episodes often follow the geography of Savannah itself, guiding listeners through historic squares, forgotten sites, and overlooked landmarks while explaining how they fit into larger American events such as the Revolutionary War, early commerce on the Savannah River, and the cultural evolution of the city. Whether you’re planning a Savannah travel itinerary, researching historic Savannah landmarks, or simply fascinated by American history, Lens on History with JD Byous offers a deeper understanding of the stories behind the scenery. The goal is simple: reveal the historical significance of places that many people see—but few truly understand. If you want to experience Savannah beyond the postcards and uncover the real history embedded in its streets, join Lens on History with JD Byous... where every episode brings the past back into focus. Segway Tours in Savannah Enter LOH at checkout for a 10% discount!!! Bicycle Tours in Savannah Enter LOH at checkout for a 10% discount!!! Lens on History on videos