Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Hands full. . .

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a link to an article about the fall-out between the Gettysburg National Military Park and the licensed tour guides. Now another issue has developed, this one involving ghosts. . .It appears that there will be some kind of paranormal summit here in Gettysburg on Friday, June 13, 2008, involving more than 500 investigators/ghost hunters. The guy who orchestrated this event--through myspace.com--did so without realizing that organized ghost hunting is prohibited on the battlefield, and most certainly after dark. Now he is upset, and is searching for a new place--besides the battlefield proper--to hold this ghost summit.
http://www.eveningsun.com//ci_8091292?IADID

With the new visitor center opening in April, and with these issues with tour guides and ghost hunters, it seems that Gettysburg certainly has its hands full.

2 comments:

Kevin M. Levin said...

If he is in touch with these ghosts why can't he just ask them to meet his group off park grounds?

Kevin at Civil War Memory

Anonymous said...

Hey John, I have got to tell this, While doing living history with the 5th U.S. Cav we had access to the battlefield all night. We Would ride our horses all over. One evening we went ghost hunting. First stop was the triangular field. We sat there for over three hours with the horses grazing and Nothing Happened! I was totally disappointed. So we moved on to Pitzer Woods, sat there for a while still nothing. Finally we all went back to our camp and you are not going to believe this but our fire was out! And the troopers remaining in camp were all soundly asleep! When out of the dark came a large rotund figure, we all stood silently holding out horses it was a park Law Inforcement Officer we all called Rambo, he scared the be Jesus out of us and told us not to ride around in the dark.
Now I am not really into ghosts or anything but I will tell you this weird story. While doing a program at Antietam, I am sure you know this place LOL we rode our horses out to the sunken lane late one night. It was beautiful evening no one around we were sitting on the bank looking into the field in front, it was filled with millions of fire flies absolutely fantastic view, when a bank of fog about 30 feet long completely by itself rolled up the center of the lane. Man was that weird, but the strange thing was all the horse started snorting and baying and scratching the ground, I actually had to hold my reins to keep my horse from running away, now that was weird. Seems when animals get freaked something is going on.
Stu Richards