Patrick Monaghan, St Joseph's Cemetery, Girardville The Medal of Honor symbolizes the ideals of patriotism, courage, sacrifice, and integrity and is the highest award presented for military valor in action. Those recipients have shown bravery in combat, going above and beyond the call of duty, risking – and often sacrificing – their lives for the … Continue reading Medal of Honor: Patrick Monaghan
Category: Nature’s Resting Place
Daniel Hughes and The Freedom Road Cemetery
Freedom Road Cemetery. Williamsport I was too busy talking to Haylee, a friend from college and my copilot for the day’s journey, and missed the small pull-off along Freedom Road. I passed a familiar blue Pennsylvania historical marker as we continued northward until I found a safe place to turn around and return to the … Continue reading Daniel Hughes and The Freedom Road Cemetery
The Enoch Brown Massacre
Sadly, in the modern world violence has become such a common event that many have become insensitive to the horrific acts that permeate the news. While some are quickly forgotten, others remain fresh in our minds, especially when it comes to major acts of senseless violence that haunts our schools. The history of school violence … Continue reading The Enoch Brown Massacre
The Burial of Allen Ketlaw
Fog lingers in the hollows of North Central Pennsylvania As most of you are aware, I love walking cemeteries. I enjoy looking at the artwork that covers many of the stones. I find the sayings chiseled into the stones interesting as I read what their families thought about the fate of their loved ones. I … Continue reading The Burial of Allen Ketlaw
Searching for Sallie
“Are you sure we're on the right road?” Mike asked. I had already lost count on the number of times he had asked the question since we had turned onto the narrow back road of northern Pennsylvania. The road twisted around the hilly farmland that I was quickly falling in love with; the crest of … Continue reading Searching for Sallie
Simon Whipple: Vampire Victim?
Rain fell from the darkened sky. A cold wind blew. In the distance a dog barked. It had all the elements of a horror movie, but this was no piece of fiction. I was on the outskirts of North Smithfield, Rhode Island, cursing the vague directions I had as I wandered among the trees and … Continue reading Simon Whipple: Vampire Victim?