Hauntings of the Great RebellionEver been to the Triangular Field at Gettysburg at night? Do you know any good Civil War era ghost stories, the kind you tell your friends around the campfire? Read and post about these ghostly experiences here.
About a week or so later I took a friend on the same ride. I didn't tell him to much about my experience except about getting chilled to the bone. Right as we were entering the same area of where I get chilled, he yelled out to me and I went back to find he had goose bumps on his arm. I then told him the rest of my story and he didn't want to continue the ride. I still ride there but I feel compelled to not stop for anything but get through as fast as I can.
__________________ I never knew a man who wished to be himself a slave. Consider if you know any good thing that no man desires for himself. A. Lincoln
Spooky is good, it makes the ride more interesting. I really do appreciate the history of the area and show it nothing but respect, especially the cemetery and the civil war veterans that are buried there. I totally don't understand the things that I have experienced there but I love the ride.
In Texas, my ghost hunting group just investigated an old plantation foundation that had been turned into a barn. There were still remnants of beautiful cabinets with glass and shelfs in one room and a brief history of the family was written on one door - it had faded so with time and was hard to read.
This was considered a popular plantation in it's time with soirees and teas going on all the time as he had many daughters. The owner commited suicide in 1860 and left his wife and family to deal with the war. We obtained a copy of his will where he left named slaves to his kids. The will is awesome as it portrays life in the South as it was for the average planter.
We got some great pictures and I have to say this was a spooky investigation. We are still trying to sort through all the evidence.
Texas2nd
The will is awesome as it portrays life in the South as it was for the average planter.
Can't let that one slide by Tex2. Sorry. The average planter did not off himself and leave his wife and children to fend for themselves, albeit with specific instructions as to who gets what. The average planter cast his lot and rode it out in his own way. Your subject planter chose not to do that, but to quit the table before the deal. Can't assign blame to that, but can't give him "average" status either.
When you get to it, please share his will as much as you can. That could be very interesting.
Ole
__________________ I never knew a man who wished to be himself a slave. Consider if you know any good thing that no man desires for himself. A. Lincoln
I meant average as in what he owned and considered as everyday course of events.
He wrote the will Dec 4th 1860 and his death was after that in Dec of 1860 - we don't have the date but his will was filed Jan 5th 1861. Family rumor says he did it outside by the well with a pistol after a Party - I would think between Christmas and the new year.
This piece of land comes with 101 pages of legal documents and original grants and started out as Cherokee treaty land, 1828 records reflect this.
It was seized by the Texas Rangers in 1839 and consequently parceled out as a league of land promised to the soldiers of the Texas Army of the Republic - it was granted in 1848. It sits about 5 miles south of the Sabine River in East Texas. It was purchased in Oct 1855 and became a plantation.
In his last will and testament, "being ill in health but sound of mind and memory" the owner willed his personal property and a 307 acre tract of land "with all my stock and plantation tools, including all my household and kitchen furniture."
He owned more land but he parceled that out for debts, which are detailed and then gave servitude of named slaves until death to his wife and children. Upon the death of his wife he asked each of his children to pay one hundred and seventy-five dollars per slave to his estate.
His firstborn son was given everything "over and above all other heirs".
In 1861, the wife filed an Application for order to sell Property and claimed insolvency.
That court granted her 30 acres to be called "homestead" and the rest was sold off to pay debts.
On the first Tuesday of June 1868, this auction was carried out on the land.
Cool, huh?
Texas2nd
Oh yes, the pics from this hunt were outstanding - we definately got something by the well!
I always use to believe that ghosts could exist, since I can't prove that they don't, but ultimately that they don't exist. Well my girlfriend bought the house that she grew up in from her parents and her family insists that it is haunted. They are all good people and are very adament that they have seen ghosts in the house multiple times and even conversations with him the ghost a few times. Now I get the creeps at times when I go over there and am starting to believe in ghosts...as tonight we (and her dog) appeared to hear the kitchen door move while laying on her couch. I am not very fond of her house!
84th,
Sometimes our passed-on relatives, angels and god are trying to tell us something is wrong and to get out of there. Looks to me like you had a "get outa-here" experience!
Texas2nd
I once had a get-out-of-there experience.
Years ago, I used to walk to work every morning along the same exact route. One day I clearly heard a voice in my head saying "Walk on the other side!" I obeyed without thinking: just automatically.
As I crossed the street, I heard a horrible cracking sound. I looked across the street to where a huge tree branch, for no apparent reason - there was no wind, nothing that would have seemed to cause it to break - broke free, and landed on the sidewalk: in the exact spot where I would have been, if I hadn't obeyed the voice.
I had a strange 'ghost' experience when I was about 6, maybe 7. My father was building our house in a nearby town, so we were staying upstairs in my maternal grandmother's house in Castleton Vermont. It was an old farmhouse. My bedroom was at the top of the stairs. The stairs came up into that room.
One night, something awoke me. No idea what time it was. Anyway, I saw a light colored figure coming up the stairs. It topped the stairs, walked across the room, and sat on the end of the bed, then bent over as if taking off its shoes. At that point, I pulled the covers over my head. When I peeked out again after a long time, it was gone.
I told my mother about it next day. She never replied that I remember. Decades later, she, my sister, my wife and I got on the subjects of ghosts (don't ask me), and I mentioned it again. She said she remembered me telling about it but didn't want to scare me. She said her father, my grandfather had died in the bed in which I was sleeping. It used to be my grandparents bedroom and was their bed. When he died in it, grandma moved to a downstairs room and the upstairs was closed off.
Personally, I think I was dreaming, but that's my possible ghost story.
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I am not very fond of her house!
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