This is the side window on the first floor, my husband and I sat at when we ate at the Farnsworth House.
It was just beautiful there, with the right amount ot atmosphere, the people dressed the part and the girl who waited on us tried to speak in the manner of that time, which was interesting. The meal was excellent, the service was wonderful.
BUT....
While we sat there, listening to the
waitress explaining different items on the menu, I became increasingly aware of a strangeness I could not put my finger on.
It was, well, bloody well frightening. I could feel my heart racing, my eyes were getting wide and tears were forming. I was breathing as if I was in a race and my hands and back were tingling.
I thought I was having a heart attack or something.
I glanced out the side window, and sat staring at the narrow yellow dirt road on the side of the building. There was a young girl in a pinafore, dirty white stockings and pigtails staring back at me with her hands crossed in front of her.
This was during the middle of the day, a beautiful summer day. And as you can see, there is no dirt road here.
Suddenly, I turned my head away from the girl and listened incredulously as all of the sound in the room suddenly whooshed down, as if sucked out by a vacuum. And then I heard three enormously loud poundings on the floor, under my feet. They were loud, deep and echoeing. I stared at my husband, the girl talking, the people around me, to see if anyone had the same look on their face I knew I had on mine!!
No one did.
The pounding stopped and the sound came back up with another whoosh. I turned to the window and sat with my mouth open, watching the cars and crowds of people walking by, on the dark paved road you see in the photo.
My husband said later that he thought I was having a 'moment' as he calls them. But he sees me do that a lot, and
it didn't phase him. But neither did he hear any of it.
We went back later and got a tour, and I was disappointed that I heard nothing. I guess at lunchtime, the timing was
perfect for my "wayback experience".
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This was the Ghostwalk office where we signed up for the tour. When you change the picture, you will see the sign that sat outside the garden, next to the
Farnsworth House.
They said that several soldiers died in the little creek that runs through the iron gated garden.
The creek is only about ten feet away from the
house.
This, left, is in the back window of the Jenny Wade house, the house she was shot in, not the one she was born in.
We see several faces looking back at us, which would not be unusual, considering how many faces were looking in, during the Battle.
Look at the cropped photos below, for a more thorough examination.
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See this orb
which is just outside the Farnsworth House, later at night. We stayed in the Battlefield Holiday Inn, very nearby, which made it extremely convenient to go on an Investigation of the
nighttime city streets.
See the man in the larger photo?
How about the woman holding an infant tightly in her arms?
There was no one in the house at the time these photos were taken.
The
house was deserted in the back also.
He is in the center row of windows, the third one down.
This picture, we believe, may be typical of the kind of spirits you might find wandering the streets of Gettysburg.
Touch the photo
and see a man hunched over,
walking on the sidewalk between the buildings.
There is also a large face
hovering to the left of the man
in the dark.
Above, see the original lightened photo, cropped for the location of the man. In the center, the exact area of the man has been highlighted, and in the last photo, the highlighted man has been enlarged.
We believe it is the apparition of a wounded soldier, on his last legs, literally, just before he died.
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the next photo.
See what looks like a sidewalk in this photo?
Our guide told us this is the site of a bridge, under which as many as eight men died, some bleeding to death, unable to pull themselves up out of the water, which rose up
as it rained.
He said they are heard and
sometimes seen in this spot.
Touch the photo
and see
a large orb in the museum.
I believe this was our first night in the motel. My son, who does not want to be identified, was throwing a hackysack around, and when I took this picture, I was pleasantly surprised.
