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The Broken Valley: The Hidden German Civil War of the American Revolution

October 31, 2026
MThomas

This is the third of a series of posts introducing the five-part historical fiction novel Unbowed, which will be published in November 2026. All five parts are based on true events and real people – my ancestors. The first post described the outcome of the Battle of Dunbar in 1650 and one of its survivors, Malcolm MacCallum, ending with the Salem Witch Trials. The second post described the raid on Saratoga in 1745 and how John MacClure eventually managed to forge a new life with his family in New France prior to the Seven Years War / French and Indian War.

When we picture the American Revolution in New York, we often imagine a clear-cut battle between liberty-loving colonists and oppressive British redcoats. If we think about ethnic rivalries, we assume the local Dutch colonists were the ones leading the charge. After all, the Dutch had a historic axe to grind: a century earlier, the British military had sailed into New York harbor and seized New Netherland from their ancestors. For the majority of Dutch families in the Hudson and Mohawk valleys, the Revolution was an eager opportunity to finally throw off the British yoke.

But if you look closer at the muster rolls of Saratoga and Claverack, a much darker, internal tragedy emerges.

The deepest, most bitter fractures of the Revolutionary War didn’t happen between different ethnic groups. They happened within communities of Palatine German immigrants. These families had fled religious devastation in Europe, only to find themselves caught in a brutal, neighbor-against-neighbor civil war on the New York frontier—a conflict that tore brothers, cousins, and lifelong friends apart at the roots.

The Refugee Inheritance

The Palatine Germans arrived in New York in the early 1700s as impoverished refugees. Fleeing the scorched-earth campaigns of Louis XIV in the Rhineland, they had been rescued by Queen Anne of England, who granted them passage and settlement lands in exchange for their labor.

Because of this history, the Palatines viewed the escalating conflict of the 1770s through a completely different lens than their Dutch neighbors. To many Palatines, the British Crown wasn’t a distant tyrant; it was the imperial shield that had saved their grandparents from starvation and absolute annihilation in Europe.

When the local Rebel Committees of Safety began forcing citizens to sign the “Articles of Association”—an explicit oath of rebellion against the King—the Palatine communities fractured down the middle. To sign meant betraying the Crown that had given them refuge. To refuse meant being branded a traitor, facing imprisonment, and watching your farm be seized or burned.

The Ghost March of Claverack

In Part III of Unbowed, this agonizing choice falls squarely on Henry Simmons (originally Johann Hendrich Simon). A proud Palatine farmer, Henry refuses to sign the rebel test. As the shadow of the gallows creeps closer, he makes a desperate, dangerous decision.

In the dead of night, Henry leads twenty-seven of his unarmed Palatine neighbors on an grueling, seventy-five-mile “ghost march” through the wilderness to reach the safety of the advancing British forces.

When they finally arrive at the British camps, condescending regular British officers hand them cast-off weapons and form them into provincial volunteer units. When the opposing armies finally collide at the Battle of Saratoga in 1777, the true horror of the conflict is realized: Henry’s loyalist volunteers find themselves trading deadly volleys across the fields of Freeman’s Farm with their own Palatine kin—including members of the Bohnenstiehl family, later written as Bonesteel—who had enlisted under the rebel banner in the Albany Militia.

Scorched Earth and Scattered Seeds

While the men slaughtered one another on the battlefields, the women and children bore the brunt of the home-front terror. Anna Margreda Simmons stayed behind on the family farm, navigating starvation and the constant threat of rebel reprisals. When the British military launched a scorched-earth campaign that burned Kingston and surrounding farmlands to ash, the sky turned black with the smoke of a dying world.

Following General Burgoyne’s catastrophic surrender at Saratoga, the fracture in the families became permanent. Henry was forced to lead a caravan of four hundred desperate Loyalist refugees across a frozen Lake Champlain into a bitter Canadian exile.

But his nine-year-old son David chose to stay behind in New York with his rebel uncle. In a single generation, the family’s roots were violently severed.

The Dutch colonists won their long-awaited vengeance against the British Crown, but the Bonesteels and Simmons paid the price in blood and exile.

Part III of UNBOWED resurrects this forgotten civil war, reminding us that the birth of America was not a clean ideological triumph, but a deeply human tragedy of divided loyalties and fractured bloodlines.


UNBOWED: Five Generations of Captivity, Rebellion, and Survival on the American Frontier launches on Thanksgiving Day, November 2026.

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Shadows on the Hudson: The Forgotten Borderland Raids of Saratoga

September 17, 2026
MThomas

This is the second of a series of posts introducing the five-part historical fiction novel Unbowed, which will be published in November 2026. All five parts are based on true events and real people – my ancestors. The first post described the outcome of the Battle of Dunbar in 1650 and one of its survivors, Malcolm MacCallum.

Ask any student of early American history about “frontier captivity narratives,” and they will likely point you to the famous 1704 raid on Deerfield, Massachusetts. The story of Eunice Williams—the Puritan minister’s daughter who was captured and refused to return to English society—became a literary sensation in the 1800s.

But history is a selective editor.

Further west, along the volatile, fluid borderlands of the Hudson River valley, a far more complex and terrifying theater of war was playing out. Outposts like Schenectady and Saratoga (the site of modern-day Schuylerville, New York) were the literal razor’s edge between the British and French empires. Yet, the brutal raids that shattered these communities, and the incredible cross-cultural stories of those who survived them, have been almost completely forgotten by the modern world.

In the mid-18th century, Saratoga wasn’t yet part of an historic battlefield—it was a vulnerable, isolated cluster of farms and mills carved out of an unforgiving wilderness. And on a freezing night in November 1745, that wilderness swallowed it whole.

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BOOK LAUNCH ANNOUNCEMENT!

August 24, 2026
MThomas

If you open an early American historical ledger, you will witness a quiet, bureaucratic violence.

On the yellowed pages of parish registers, military rolls, and census tracts, the names of ordinary people undergo a strange, unsettling metamorphosis. A proud Scottish surname is flattened by an English soldier’s hurried quill. A French-Canadian patronym is chopped and mangled to fit the tongue of an Anglo-American land agent. A German-Dutch identity is phoneticized into oblivion by colonial tax collectors.

If you look into your own family history and encounter a sudden, bizarre shift in the spelling of an ancestor’s name, you aren’t looking at a simple clerical mistake.

You are looking at a collision of worlds.

I am incredibly proud to announce the upcoming release of my new historical fiction volume, 
UNBOWED: Five Generations of Captivity, Rebellion, and Survival.

Spanning nearly three centuries of displacement, warfare, and resilience, Unbowed tracks a grand historical mosaic across five distinct cultural lines. It features ordinary people caught in the violent machinery of changing empires:

  • Part I: 
    A captive Scottish soldier from the English Civil War surviving a harrowing winter crossing as an indentured asset to a rigid Puritan iron works, his family is later tested by the paranoia of the Salem Witch Trials.
  • Part II: 
    A family fractured by a sudden, brutal wilderness raid in Saratoga, navigating French captivity and cultural adoption inside Mohawk longhouses.
  • Part III: 
    A Palatine German community torn right down the middle by the fierce, neighbor-versus-neighbor civil conflicts of the Revolutionary War.
  • Part IV: 
    A bilingual French-Canadian veteran fights for his place on a shifting border, navigating the psychological scars of Civil War combat in la survivance of Cohoes and Troy.
  • Part V: 
    An immigrant Irish drayman and his literate son fighting to protect their family from a deadly, volatile ballot-box riot in a gritty, industrializing America.

At its core, this volume is about the universal war over identity. In an expanding nation, institutional erasure didn’t always arrive with a bayonet—often, it arrived with an inkwell.

Consider the real historical journey of the German name Bohnenstiehl, filtered through a Dutch-speaking Albany minister before being reformed by English officials into Bonesteel. Or an Anglo-Irish Bushell, phoneticized into Barsell or Bouschel simply because local clerks had never heard it before.

Our ancestors did not survive by remaining rigid. They allowed their names to be rewritten so that their bloodlines could continue to write themselves. They traded the spelling of their past to purchase their future.

Whether your own roots trace back to the colonial frontier or you simply love a sweeping, high-stakes historical epic, Unbowed is a tribute to the unbroken chain of ordinary people who refused to bend.

Unbowed will officially launch on Thanksgiving Day, 2026.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing exclusive behind-the-scenes glimpses into the real archival discoveries that inspired these stories right here on the blog.

Thank you for reading, exploring, and reclaiming these voices with me.

Completely unbowed,

M. Thomas Apple
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Multilingual ≠ perfectly fluent, and that’s OK!

June 24, 2026
MThomas

Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?

I studied French from junior high through first year undergraduate.

I can’t speak it. I tried, but my teacher (MA from Tunisia) had to use a book based on Parisien French, even though my hometown is a stone’s throw from Québéc (not Paris!).

After failing to learn how to speak French, I switched to German in second year college. Borrowed money to go to Germany for a month that summer and met long-lost relatives.

Kinda could speak German. Forgot how to do so after leaving college. Nobody to talk to (and no reason to use it).

In my MFA program, I got bored by the “creative writing workshops” (wherein my classmates enjoyed sniping each other’s works). So I took up Irish Gaelic. Borrowed money (again) to visit An Gaeltacht (Conamara) near Galway, Ireland.

Marginal fluency. For a year. Forgotten just as quickly.

Two years later, I moved to Japan. Studied Chinese characters and Japanese grammar on my own primarily, with help occasionally from a Japanese colleague where I taught and a Japanese friend I made who ran a private English cram school.

After over 26 years, by far my strongest “second” (fifth) language.

So. How has language learning affected my life?

How has it not?

I am a language teacher. I am also a failed language learner. This has made me acutely aware of how hard it is for my Japanese students of English to use English, when on a daily basis they really have no need to do so. I respect them to no end.

Learning another language is hard. It’s especially hard when there’s no real reason to do so, when there’s no one to talk to in that language.

When it’s not really a part of who you are, as a person.

I had thought that, given my ancestry, French, German, and Irish would be good to learn. Turned out that wasn’t enough. I needed a real reason.

Someone to talk to.

I am now married to the love of my life, a Japanese woman who, like me, loves learning and teaching language. We have two wonderful daughters who likewise enjoy learning language.

Because we have a reason to learn them. People.

It’s all about people. Language is people. Not translation software, not AI. People.

Talk to me!

You can probably sense a pattern here…

April 7, 2026
MThomas

If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

If I could, I’d be Columbo.

But if TV shows are out, then I’d be the Grandfather from The Princess Bride.

I pretty much already act like both anyway 😆

Dear Diary – October 5, 2003

March 6, 2026
MThomas

I feel as if I have two personalities, one which speaks English and one which speaks Japanese. The one which speaks English can never get past being a high school geek. The one which speaks Japanese cannot get past being a “strange foreigner.” The only time I feel comfortable now is when I am teaching. Only there can I be an actor and change who I am any time I want.

How to clean your glasses (yawn)

August 7, 2025
MThomas

Daily writing prompt
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

Seriously, this is an “NBC Select” article: https://www.nbcnews.com/select/shopping/how-to-clean-your-glasses-rcna175677

I wear glasses. I have worn glasses since I was in elementary school 2nd grade — the “aviator” style made of cheap plastic that I frequently broke during recess kickball games and then had to tape together so I could wear them.

I have never figured out how to keep my glasses clean in the subsequent four+ decades of my life.

But I seriously doubt this is “newsworthy.” Cringeworthy, maybe.

Yet another Gen Z vague question?

May 8, 2024
MThomas

What was the last live performance you saw?

Last live performance of what?

I saw a baseball game last September. That was live. Does that count?

Oh. Do you mean “live” in the Japanese sense, i.e., a live performance by a musical artist?

As in a live concert?

At a club?

Or just that the musicians were alive and actually wrote their own music and played their own instruments rather than danced around and lip-synced?

Yes. I am a snarky Gen-Xer. Wave the flannel.

(FWIW I think the last live musical performance I’ve seen was in a Japanese club in Osaka around 2000 or 2001, and before that in mid-1999 in a club somewhere in Boston. It’s hard to get out when you have a family and need to actually go to work in the morning.)

Check out my author interview at Literary Titan!

April 1, 2024
MThomas

Um

March 31, 2024
MThomas

If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

Hey, I came first.

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