Add to ORKGSnow and sleighing, are, a correspondent in the Franklin Repository opined in January of 1864, delightful words to the young, and foolish, and careless. Still, the elder correspondent was keen to, thank time! we have outgrown such follies. [excerpt
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A note received any day letting you know a son is gravely wounded is horrible. Receiving it on the f...
Back at the beginning of the summer, I was asked by the College to write a piece on the history of t...
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In 1961, Gettysburg played host to a kick-off event for the Civil War Centennial. The town commemora...
The first few stanzas of a poem by Howard Glyndon from the folds of The Lutheran and Missionary from...
The fireflies have started to appear around Gettysburg. We have a new sliding glass door in the kitc...
Elias Sheads Jr. worked in his father\u27s shop. They made wagons and coaches, some of the bedrock l...
Like a prose poem, the passage leaped off of the page of the Lutheran and Missionary as I scanned th...
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