The following letter was written by John Francis Locke (1844-1924), the son of brick mason Jonathan Frost Locke (1806-Aft1880) and Mary Moore Adams (1812-1887) of North Somerville, Massachusetts.
When he was 18 years old, John enlisted as a private in Co. E, 39th Massachusetts Infantry. He was among the 2500 Union soldiers taken prisoner on 19 August 1864 in the Battle of Globe Tavern (2nd Weldon Railroad). Being a clerk with excellent handwriting, John probably enjoyed better than average privileges than some of his fellow prisoners and we learn from this letter datelined from Richmond on 1 April 1865 that his Confederate captives had placed him on “parole of honor” meaning he was trusted not to aid the enemy until formally exchanged. The very next day after writing his letter, Richmond was evacuated and we don’t know what happened to John between that date and his record of exchange two weeks later. The “boats” that John refers to were POW Exchange boats that carried prisoners from Richmond down the James river to City Point where they were loaded onto transports and taken to Camp Parole, Annapolis, Maryland.
[Note: This letter is from the private collection of Greg Herr and was transcribed and published on Spared & Shared by express consent.]
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Richmond, Virginia
April 1st 1865
Dear Mother mine,
You must have been looking for your son John, after receiving that letter by Sergt. Wood, yet here I am still in the Confederate lines. We have been looking for instructions from Washington for some time past, but as yet they have not come. Meantime I have got about tired of waiting and think if asking Capt. Stewart to let me go on the next boat as I think I have done my duty thus far by him and my government, and, it is now time for someone else to take a hand and relieve me.

It has been a very pleasant stay for me. Capt. Stewart have been very kind indeed to me. I am acting as his clerk & cook. None of us have any money so we are obliged to do our own cooking which you may well know is not much of a burden to me. I get nice potato yeast and make quite light & nice bread. I have all I wish in the eating line. Being on parole of honor, I of course have more liberty than the rest of the prisoners, I have found some good friends among the sesesh. Capt. John M. West 1 of the Exchange Bureau, C. S. A.—a New Hampshire man by birth—has been very kind to me. Then there is a young Louisianan, messenger to Major [Thomas P.] Turner, Commandant of the Richmond Prison, with whom I am pretty intimate. 2 I have been presented with some sheet music—Southern though—by a young lady I have never seen, a niece of Capt. West’s. There is a nephew about Allie’s age also that is with me a great deal. Tell Allie that he has given me something to carry to him from Richmond.
Mother, I am actually fat. I may be exaggerating it & won’t say how much but my weight is less than two hundred. I have almost got a double chin. Mother dear, do you realize that you have no boys now—that they have all reached manhood. Those little babies that you used to rock to sleep and tended, nursed, cared & prayed for have all entered upon their duties of life. O Mother, may they be true to their early teachings and grow up in the way thou hast taught them.
Mother, this boy will never be free from his love for his mother. He will always come when he is in trouble & affliction and lay his head in his mother’s lap and pour out his joy or sorrow, sure of your sympathy. Seems to me these beautiful words; My mother dear, my mother sweet, my gentle, gentle mother never were so dear to me. Also that beautiful hymn you learnt us. Father! what ‘ere of earthly bliss thy sovereign will denies, how often have they been on my life. But for those beautiful songs of Christian faith and my memories of my younger days, it seems I could not have stood what I have. I have been so confident all along that things would turn out right and I should be permitted to see you again that it seems as if it was an answer for my faith.
Ask Mary & Willie if they remember Capt. Swords. 3 He was home winter before last and danced with Mary at Belmont. He was also at home last winter and brought me news from Uncle George’s family. He is now on Maj. Gen. [Orlando B.] Willcox’s staff, well acquainted with the Bowman’s. He was captured at Petersburg when they attacked the 9th Corps [see Battle of Fort Stedman] this day week. He promised to take a letter for as he is going on the first boat, being a friend of Col. [William H.] Hatch—a commissioner of exchange, CSA. Hoping that I may greet you with a kiss instead of a letter, I close. From your dutiful son, — John F. Locke.
Love to Father, sisters & brother. Also Allie and all good friends, — John
1 Probably the John M. West (b. 1828 in New Hampshire) who was working as a bookseller in Richmond as early as 1850.
2 Major Thomas P. Turner, commandant of Libby Prison and Belle Isle late in the Civil War, fled from Richmond on April 3rd on the day Union forces entered the city. His escape to Cuba was told in a letter which can be found in the following: Major Turner’s Escape.
3 Capt. Henry Leonard Swords (1843-1929), of the 59th Massachusetts Infantry. He was taken prisoner at Fort Stedman on 25 March 1865.



















