A Chuckatuck Connection to Pickett’s Charge

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Most folks have heard of Pickett’s Charge and the battle of Gettysburg. Fewer know that one of the family stories connected to that famous moment in American history runs right through Chuckatuck.

Meet James Jasper Phillips.

Born in Nansemond County in 1832, Phillips came from a local family tied to the Chuckatuck area. After graduating from the Virginia Military Institute in 1853 — ranked near the top of his class — he returned home and became an educator.

In 1854, he helped establish what became known as the Chuckatuck Military Academy, also remembered as the Chuckatuck Male and Female Institute. Imagine that for a moment: before public schools as we know them today, Chuckatuck had its own school, led by a young VMI-trained teacher, with boys and girls receiving an education right here in the community.

But history soon came calling.

When the War Between the States began, Phillips helped organize the Chuckatuck Light Artillery, a local company of men from this area. Despite the name though, the unit became Company F of the 9th Virginia Infantry. Phillips was elected captain, later rose to colonel, and served through some of the hardest fighting of the war. He was wounded at Gettysburg during Pickett’s Charge, and was later captured at Sailor’s Creek just days before the surrender at Appomattox.

And here is where the family story becomes even more interesting…

James Jasper Phillips was actually the uncle of LaSalle “Sallie” Corbell Pickett, the Chuckatuck-born wife of General George E. Pickett! (… their story will definitely be a future post!) Through the Phillips and Corbell families, our little corner of Nansemond County had a direct family connection to one of the most famous names and moments of the Civil War.

That is what makes local history so powerful.

The great events of history may be remembered in capitals, battlefields, and textbooks — but they were lived by real people from real places. Sometimes, those places are closer than we realize.

Chuckatuck has always been more than a spot on the map. It has been a crossroads of families, faith, education, service, hardship, memory, and story.

And James Jasper Phillips is one of those stories worth remembering.

From the Orchard

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Summer in Chuckatuck has a way of showing up in the sweetest places.

Around here, the orchard knows its own timing, and there’s no sense in hurrying it. The blueberries are already putting on a show — some dressed up in their best of deep, dusty blue, while the rest are still wearing a rosy blush, taking their own sweet time. The figs are hanging heavy on the branches, not quite ready to be picked, but if you listen close, they seem to whisper, “Just a little longer.”

Out back, the muscadine vines are climbing and rambling like they’ve got all the time in the world. Come September, they’ll be heavy with sweet, thick-skinned grapes that carry the taste of the South itself — sun-warmed afternoons, mason jars full of sweet tea, and the kind of childhood memories that never really leave you. That’s the funny thing about a Southern orchard — it doesn’t just grow fruit; it grows stories.

We even have a couple of olive trees. Now, those are more of an act of faith than a sure thing, but that’s part of the joy of gardening here. Sometimes you plant for the harvest, and sometimes you plant just to see what kind of story the good Lord and Mother Nature decide to write.

There’s just something about summertime fruit that feels like home. Blueberries tucked into a warm cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice cream melting on top. Fresh figs paired with a slice of cheese, stirred into preserves, or eaten right off the tree before anyone else notices. Muscadines picked straight from the vine, turned into jars of jelly, baked into pies, or maybe made into something that warms you from the inside on a cool evening. And if those olive trees ever decide to bless us with a real crop, well… we’ll call that a Chuckatuck miracle.

Now I have to ask…

What’s your favorite summertime fruit, and what do you do with it? Do you bake it into a pie, stir it into jam, freeze it for later, can it for the pantry, or eat it standing in the yard with the juice running down your chin?

Tell us in the comments. And if you have an old family recipe, or a story about something your grandmother used to make that nobody else could quite get right, we’d sure love to hear it. Those are the kinds of stories worth passing down right alongside the recipes.

Render Under Caesar

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It’s Fred on History Friday!

Last week, we talked about the “original” King’s Highway. And along that same old road, in what is now the Driver community, stands Glebe Church originally known as the Bennett’s Creek or “Lower Parish” Church, a historic place where local life and revolutionary feeling collided.

Interestingly, Glebe Church has a direct connection to Chuckatuck. Because of the lack of clergy, particularly in rural areas during colonial times, the minister at Glebe Church – the Rev. John Agnew – also served as minister at St. John’s Church in the Chuckatuck Parish. So, this isn’t the story of some distant colonial minister. It’s the story of a man whose ministry reached into Chuckatuck and whose choices reflected the divisions of the Revolution.

In 1775, with revolutionary feeling rising across Virginia, Agnew stepped into the pulpit at Glebe Church to influence his flock. As an Anglican clergyman, he was loyal to the Crown, and on this particular Sunday he took as his text the words of Jesus: “Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.” But the congregation knew where he was headed.

Agnew began his preaching, warning against disloyalty to lawful government — and in his view, disloyalty to the King. But before he could finish, William Cowper, a local vestryman and magistrate, stood and ordered him down from the pulpit.

Agnew reportedly replied, “I am doing my Master’s business.”

Cowper answered with the question that captured the Revolution: “Which master? Your Master in heaven, or your master over the seas?”

That question would mark the conclusion of the sermon. Agnew walked out of the Church that day, never returning.

During the War, Rev. Agnew left Virginia, casting his lot fully with the Loyalist cause. He served as a Chaplain with the “Queen’s Rangers,” a regiment in which his son was serving as an officer. In 1781, both father and son were captured by a French squadron while aboard the British frigate Romulus. They would be imprisoned for the remainder of the war in Rhode Island, Saint-Domingue — present-day Haiti.

Of course, because of the Colonies’ success, the Agnews found that the old world they had known was gone. They were unwelcome to return to Virginia and the new American republic, so they returned to England. But Rev. Agnew eventually immigrated to New Brunswick, Canada, among other loyalist exiles. He lived and prospered there – serving for at least one term in their House of Parliament – until his death in 1812.

This is why local history matters. The Revolution wasn’t simply America versus Great Britain. It divided families, neighbors, congregations — even pulpits.

Along the old King’s Highway in Chuckatuck and Nansemond County, people faced the same question that echoed across the colonies: When Caesar and conscience collide, who gets the final word?

As we remember America’s 250th Anniversary, stories like this remind us that independence wasn’t only declared in Philadelphia on July 4th — it was lived, debated, and defended here at home, along the roads, in the churches, and among the people who would help shape a new nation.

And that, too, is part of the Chuckatuck Life.

Chuckatuck Rum Punch

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As we celebrate the Fourth of July, it seems only fitting to raise a glass to one of colonial America’s favorite traditions: rum punch.

Long before the modern cocktail bar, punch was the drink of fellowship — served in bowls, ladled into cups, and shared at taverns, homes, public gatherings, and celebrations. Rum was one of the great spirits of the Atlantic world, connecting the colonies with the Caribbean through trade, taste, and hospitality.

This “Chuckatuck Punch” is my version of that old tradition. It leans into Bermuda (surprise!) with Gosling’s Black Seal Rum, nods to the broader Caribbean with Barbados rum and falernum, and brings in the classic punch elements of citrus, spice, fruit, and a finishing touch of brandy.

Think of it as 18th-century punch bowl tradition meets a summer party — perfect for America 250, or any summer gathering worth remembering.

Chuckatuck Punch Recipe

Serves about 12

Ingredients

1 ½ cups Gosling’s Black Seal Rum
1 ½ cups Barbados rum or another quality amber/gold rum
⅜ cup falernum (Goslings or Fee Brothers)
same as 6 tablespoons or 3 ounces
1 cup fresh lime juice (or half lime & lemon)
1 ½ cups orange (or pineapple) juice
8 dashes Angostura bitters
2 ounces good quality brandy
same as ¼ cup or 4 tablespoons
2 ounces cherry juice and/or grenadine, to taste
Soda water, to top
Orange slices, fresh mint and your favorite cherries for garnish
Crushed ice
Directions

In a large pitcher or drink dispenser, combine the Gosling’s Black Seal Rum, Barbados rum, falernum, fresh lime juice, orange juice, and Angostura bitters.

Stir well and chill until ready to serve.

To serve, fill tall glasses with crushed ice. Pour the punch over the ice, top each glass with soda water, garnish with orange slices, mint & cherries, and finish each serving with a small splash — about 1 teaspoon — of brandy.

So, as we look back 250 years toward the founding generation, “Chuckatuck Punch” offers a small taste of the kind of shared hospitality that would have been familiar in colonial America — bold, bright, convivial, and made for passing around.

Until next time, from our Chuckatuck porch to yours, cheers! 🍹

What’s in a name? King’s Highway Edition

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Welcome to a “Fred on History” Friday here at The Chuckatuck Life….

So, what’s in a name?

Most people driving through Chuckatuck today have no idea they may be traveling over a road system older than our country itself.

Long before there was a State Route 10 or 125, or even a good ol’ U.S. of A., this part of Virginia was tied into what was known in colonial times as King (Charles II’s) Highway.

But the story starts even earlier than that.

Many of Virginia’s early roads followed older American Indian paths — trails that crossed rivers and creeks at the narrowest, most practical points. As English settlers arrived in the 1600s, those paths slowly became primary roads, mail routes, ferry routes, and eventually pieces of a larger highway system connecting communities across the colonies.

By the 1700s, the “King’s Highway” stretched in various forms for more than 1,300 miles, linking Boston, Massachusetts, to Charleston, South Carolina. And here in Tidewater, that route helped connect travelers moving between Richmond and Petersburg east to Suffolk, Portsmouth/Norfolk, and onward into North Carolina.

That made Chuckatuck more than just a quiet village. It made Chuckatuck a crossroads within a much larger network of travel.

Because of its location near both the Nansemond River and Chuckatuck Creek, this area became important for farming, trade, and transportation. Tobacco, corn, cotton, livestock, supplies, mail, merchants, soldiers, and the like all moved through here.

And one of the most important local connections along the King’s Highway was of course, Sleepy Hole Ferry.

Before modern bridges, ferries were lifelines. Sleepy Hole Ferry connected both sides of the Nansemond River and served as a critical crossing point for travelers, commerce, and — at times — armies.

Speaking of, during the American Revolution, Benedict Arnold’s British troops crossed near Sleepy Hole Ferry in January of 1781, as they were returning from a raid on Richmond. Famed Continental General Marquis de Lafayette would do the same, chasing after Arnold. And later that same year, British Commanding General Cornwallis crossed on the Sleep Hole Ferry on his way toward Portsmouth.

Think about that for a second.

British and Continental troops moving through this area — right here near Chuckatuck — during the fight for American independence.

That is what makes local history so fascinating.

History did not only happen in Boston, Philadelphia, Williamsburg, or Yorktown.

It happened along quiet roads. It happened at ferry crossings.

It happened in small communities like Chuckatuck that helped connect early America together.

And as we approach America’s 250th birthday, roads like the King’s Highway remind us that the story of America runs not just through the major cities or battlefields that make the history books, but through the places we pass by every day.

Even right here at home.

So from my porch to yours — cheers to more local history, until the next time!

Image: Excerpt from Map of Isle of Wight and part of Nansemond, made under the direction of A.H. Campbell and J.F. Gilmer, Chief Engineer’s Office, Army of Northern Virginia, 1864. Courtesy of the Archives of the United States Military Academy.

The Simple Moments

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As the summer heat and humidity bear down on Chuckatuck during the day, we’ve found ourselves taking our walks later in the evening. What began as a way to stay active has become something much more — a chance to unwind, reconnect, and enjoy the quiet beauty of our community as the day comes to a close.

In a world that rarely slows down, these simple moments remind us of the importance of stepping outside, taking a breath, and spending time with the people, and pets, we love.

Take a walk tonight. Slow down, look around, and rediscover the peace that’s waiting right outside your door.

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