Scrapbooking Gettysburg

My husband, youngest son Nick and I just returned last Sunday (July 28) from a wonderful weekend with friends in Pennsylvania. After spending the night at their house, we drove to Gettysburg (about an hour from where they live). My friends, aka Doc and L'il Devil, along with their two sons, gave us what L'il Devil (better know as L/D to me) called the "Quarter Tour." ("It's better than the Nickel Tour, but next visit, when we have more time, you'll get the Silver Dollar Tour," sez L/D.) As frequent visitors to Gettysburg, they know a lot about the history of that area. We learned things they don't teach you in history books.
And they love to go ghost-hunting! If ever there was a place that could be haunted, it is Gettysburg. The image above right is a plaque showing a soldier who died in battle. Amos Humiston was found holding a photo of the three children shown on the plaque. (Humiston's image was later superimposed with the children's image, and the photo distributed to various media). Frank, Freddie and Alice became known as "The Battlefield Children." Public concern about war orphans led to the opening of an orphanage known as "The Homestead." For a decade, it was a stellar example of child care. But, sadly, cruel and corrupt people overtook it and it closed down after just a few more years. It is said that ghosts of children who suffered there still haunt the place, now a Bed and Breakfast. We were lucky enough to enjoy a night there. The place is like your grandma's house, with a cluttered parlor full of interesting things, narrow staircases, beautiful old furniture and wood floors. Are there ghosts there? I'm generally a skeptic, but I know what I see and hear my own self. Someone knocked on my door at night and when I went to open it, no one was there, and no one had had the time to walk away--the place is quite small. I heard latches moving up and down in the night--further investigation found no one up and about. I do have to say that I never felt scared. If there are ghosts, I believe the dead will never hurt you. The image above left is my husband and L/D's youngest on Little Round Top. It is hard to look over these battlefields and not be moved to remember the more than 50,000 men who died there in just three days. I have about 100 photos I hope to scrapbook soon. Alas, not a ghost among them!