The Lost Treasure of Dents Run: The Debate

Note: This is the second part of the series about the Lost Treasure of Dents Run. The first part can be found here: Dents Run: The Legend The vehicle bounced over rocks and ruts as I made my way slowly up the mountainside. Although the road was wide enough for two vehicles to easily pass, I … Continue reading The Lost Treasure of Dents Run: The Debate

The Lost Treasure of Dents Run: The Legend

As we topped Winslow Hill, both my parents called out they saw elk on the distant hillside. I parked in the viewing lot so they could study the magnificent creatures moving about with seemingly little care in the world. “That one’s a bull,” my father announced as the monarch stepped into the field from the … Continue reading The Lost Treasure of Dents Run: The Legend

The Death of Corporal William Rihl

After paying my respects to Enoch Brown and his pupils, who were massacred in 1764, I headed eastward towards another marker in the immediate region. This incident happened almost one hundred years later. Rather than taking me the direct route, the GPS took me along a number of back roads and I ended up much … Continue reading The Death of Corporal William Rihl

Clara Barton: Angel of the Battlefield

I arrived in Oxford, Massachusetts, happy to finally be out of the rain that had been a constant on this trip. Arriving in town, I made my way to the northern edge of the community towards North Cemetery. Entering the cemetery I turned right at the first road and as I made the turn, I … Continue reading Clara Barton: Angel of the Battlefield

The Grey Lady of Camp Chase Cemetery

Note: many early sources refer to this sacred piece of land as the Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery, something I must admit that I too have done and occasionally still do. While Confederate soldiers make up the majority of those buried on this piece of land, there are also Union soldiers and other local residents who rest … Continue reading The Grey Lady of Camp Chase Cemetery

Pvt. George Sandoe: Gettysburg’s First to Fall

“Where are we headed?” Zech asked as we left the Gettysburg National Military Park Museum as he scanned the list of monuments I wanted to visit on this trip. “The Twenty-First Pennsylvania Cavalry,” I replied as I turned right onto Baltimore Pike. “It’s the closest one.” A short distance later, just south of Colgate Avenue, … Continue reading Pvt. George Sandoe: Gettysburg’s First to Fall