Northrop, Ezekiel Bradley
Age: 31, credited to Fairfax, VT
Unit(s): 2nd USSS
Service: enl 12/13/61, m/i 12/31/61, CPL, Co. H, 2nd USSS, dis/dsb 2/28/62 (occupation: painter, 6' 3/4", light complexion, black eyes, dark hair)
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Birth: 1830, Fairfield, VT
Burial: Sanderson Corners Cemetery, Fairfax, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Kathy Valloch
Findagrave Memorial #: 24202379
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, widow Sarah M, 4/25/1885, VT
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Sanderson Corners Cemetery, Fairfax, VT
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CORPORAL WILLIAM P. OLMSTEAD volunteered from the town of Franklin and from that part where his friend Lieutenant Marsh lived, so was of the same clan and likely this accounts for his being officialy recognized and honored with the position of eighth corporal. My first introduction and acquaintance with him was at Highgate, September 11th, when Company K elected officers. At this time he was a beardless, fresh looking chap, just approaching into manhood, well and tidily dressed and rather of a spruce looking farmer (such was his occupation). He was of a good family and the reputation he brought with him was evidence that he had been carefully brought up. His age was eighteen years, and was five feet, eight Inches high. He was a well proportioned and well built young fellow, light hair and complexion, dark brown eyes and was good looking and quite prepossessing. He did not strike me as being the son of a homy handed farmer, but such I was told was the fact. Like most boys of that important age, 18, took pride in being nicely dressed on all occasions. His general appearance hardly warranted the exposure and deprivation incident to army life. He however endured the new life fairly well during the fall and winter, until we arrived at Wolf Run Shoals about January 21st, 1863. The unusual winter of Virginia, the long marches from Camp Vermont to Union Mills in mud, rain and snow, camping without tents, back again to Camp Vermont in a snow storm and in a few days to Fairfax Court House, picket duty out to Centreville beyond Chantilla and along Bull Run and brigade drill here most every day and then to Wolf Run Shoals where we experienced in February and March the worst possible weather conditions for camping and picket duty. All this was too much for Comrade Olmstead's constitution, and not having the best of accommodations in our regimental hospital, and also being crowded in February and March he was sent the last of March to a general hospital at Alexandria.
About the first of June he requested Captain Blake to reduce him to the ranks, which of course was done. He was mustered out with the regiment and returned to his home and again took up for a brief season the life on a farm. It was not just what he wanted to do, and he went to St. Albans as a merchant's clerk, and filled this position very acceptably, and in course of a few years engaged in the mercantile business in St. Albans for quite a number of years, finally sold out and went West and settled in Anthony, Kansas, where he is supposed to be at this date, January, 1906. But little has been he^rd from Comrade Olmstead since he left Vermont, and hence his success in life or misfortunes I am not able to state. As historian I wrote him; but never received any reply. He married a very estimable lady from his native town, the daughter of Judge John K. Whitney, sister of Adjutant Whitney of the Thirteenth Regiment. I regret very much not having heard from Corporal Olmstead, and therefore being deprived of furnishing infoimation concerning his life in the great West.
Source: Sturtevant, p. 711