The Saturday morning sun watched us drive through some quaint country towns in upper Maryland and lower Pennsylvania. The kind where everyone knows everyone, and on this community yard sale day, everyone owns something that once belonged to everyone else. We counted the deer that stood by the side of the road, poised to jump into the traffic... (four). I began to wonder if any other vegetable actually existed, because all anyone ever grows is corn!
We stopped in at some of the local tourist shops, and walked away with the typical souvenirs; a t-shirt, a shot glass, some toys soldiers, and a key chain. We armed ourselves with refreshments and a map of the area, and headed out for an adventure.
I was fully prepared to do some ghost hunting, with my digital camera, and voice recorder. However, I ended up just so awed by the beauty of the landscape, imagining the plight of the soldiers, on both sides, and listening as Daddy recounted the events of those three horrendous days of battle. Besides, there were such crowds everywhere we went, that I didn't want to start talking to ghosts, and have people think I was some sort of a loon. The girls and I did find a moment of solitude in the garden of unknown soldiers, where we conducted a brief EVP session, and said a prayer for the men "known only to God".
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Between the six of us, we climbed every last boulder that jutted out of the earth, trying to imagine the Union soldiers hiding among the rocks at Little Round Top, firing at the Rebels across the valley, who hid among the rocks at Devil's Den. And vice-versa. Those rocks hold the memories of the history they've seen, and I needed to soak it all up before I prayed for them to forgive the horrors of man.
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