Return to Gettysburg — Paranormality Radio

Grab your fife and drum, we are marching back to Gettysburg. Well, one of us is. Ally took some time and visited Gettysburg after dark on a haunted ghost tour! These are her stories. Along with JP’s sarcasm. Find Us On email us at spookyupodcast@gmail.com follow us on twitter @spookyupodcast Find us on instagram.com/spookyupodcast About…

Return to Gettysburg — Paranormality Radio

Old Cemetery

What happened to you?

It says DIED 1859; Aged 11

Disease? An accident? Did your mom and dad cope the best they could? Did they have other children to lean on?

Mr. Alfred Paine

Died 1895; Aged 71 years, 3 months;

His beloved wife Ann; Died 1896; Aged 70 years, 11 months

Did he sweep you off you feet? Did you create 50 plus years of amazing memories? Was he the only one for you? Did you hold on for another year despite the Broken Heart?

Private John E. Adkinson

Died 1864; Battle of Cold Harbor

What did your eyes see in the preceding years? How many comrades and friends did you watch die? Were you taken quick or did you get a chance to think about your loved ones while knowing you would never get back to them?

Me (20??)

What questions will be asked by those who wander by my stone?

You can gain a plethora of knowledge walking through old cemeteries, however, the number of questions far exceeds the answers. The next time you have a chance, walk through one and read some of the gravestones. It’s amazing what comes to ones mind.

Peace and Horror

It’s peaceful here; Nary a human voice hits my eardrums; Only the fabulous songbirds and the occasional chirping of a chipmunk; It’s okay, though; We can coexist up here

Gentle slopes and charming wood lots; Rolling hills and sun drenched meadows; A calm, quiescent brook babbles in the not too distant; I sit here often and soak it all in

It wasn’t always this way; Our descendants experienced here quite differently; Cracks of musket fire and roaring of cannons once drowned out the songbirds of the day; Large trees reduced to rubble; Craters filled the hillsides; Limbs blown off, lifelessness strewn across the meadow; The desperate shrieking of young boys dying in the background forever to haunt those who were just out of harm’s way; When the dust settled, those who were left had to grieve for their fallen comrades all the while carrying them piece by piece off the battlefield

I sit here often and soak it all in; How many took their last breath underneath the rock upon which I sit? How many souls are forever stuck here in their personal hell, a place I come to for peace and tranquillity? How ironic…..

Old War Horse

He was a once proud military figure; Served our nation well; Beams at the stars and stripes

He’s fallen on hard times; No longer relevant; Series of poor lifestyle decisions; Direct path of harm’s way; These years have been anything but golden

There’s little use now; A blatant liability; It’s excruciating to have that discussion, what do we do with him now?

No longer a heroic figure like Longstreet

Rather, he’s a sad figure now, this Old War Horse

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