The Dehart Blood

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This is a short remembrance written by my grandfather Michael D. Martin of Eden, NC. These stories pertain mostly to our family and his time serving in the Eden City Police Dept. Michael Martin was born Oct. 6th 1943 and passed away Oct. 1st 2010. They are transcribed as he wrote them to keep his writing style alive in the stories. Some are historical and some are just for the humor. If you find these stories enjoyable and would like to read more there is a link at the bottom to more of his stories.

The Dehart Blood

I am blood kin to every Dehart in America. I am A direct descendant of Aaron, who came with his brothers Elias, Ellijer and Gabriel to serve under the Marquis De Layfayette. These were soldiers in the army of Napoleon Bonaparte who came to America to fight with the rebels against the British Redcoats. They served with General George Washington and served under General Nathaniel Greene and down thru the ages,

Dehart men have carried the middle name Greene. The first in our family to fall in the Civil War was young Greene Dehart, Killed in battle at Raleigh Courthouse in 1861. Young Jesse Greene Dehart fell along the Emmetsburg Road at Gettysburg in July of 1863 and recently, Billy Greene Dehart took part in the invasion of Okinawa and lived on Clarkway Drive. These men were all direct descendants of Aaron, as am I.


When the Americans went into battle against the British Redcoats, their regimental bands played "Yankee Doodle" When Poppa Aaron fixed his bayonet and stood in line of battle his bands were french, and played the beautiful " La Marseillaise" I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear what Poppa heard when he charged the British Redcoats, so I went to my search engine and typed in the words...French anthem...I went to the second web page, it was French national anthem etc....I scrolled to the bottom of the page and there was a music icon, turn your speakers up as high as you can and hit the play button, the music is stirring to the soul.

My little dog, Timothy was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana so I must believe he is a Cajun-Frenchman himself. He came running into the room and listened, I guess the music stirred the little bit of French blood in both of us.

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