Add to ORKGThe first few stanzas of a poem by Howard Glyndon from the folds of The Lutheran and Missionary from late August of 1863: The days of June were nearly done;The fields, with plenty overrun, Were ripening \u27neath the harvest sun In fruitful Pennsylvania! [excerpt
The fears of invasion voiced by the residents of south-central Pennsylvania prior to the Gettysburg ...
Just a few lyrics today, nothing more, nothing less. Lyrics of joy. Lyrics of home. Lyrics of who we...
Samuel J. Vandersloot, a 25 year old Gettysburg attorney, enlisted as a private the 2nd Pennsylvania...
The battle anniversary loomed in the waning days of June. And Gettysburg was preparing. Aside from t...
The fireflies have started to appear around Gettysburg. We have a new sliding glass door in the kitc...
Back at the beginning of the summer, I was asked by the College to write a piece on the history of t...
Newspapers are built by bits and pieces. Type is set all throughout the week, long before the paper ...
African-Americans have always been a part of Gettysburg’s community fabric. Slaves belonging to Samu...
With the anniversary of the battles around Fredericksburg this week, the Civil War world\u27s eyes s...
In a house along the first block of the north side of Chambersburg Street, a small metallic ticking ...
In the woods south of Wilmington, men in blue uniforms moved forward in a loose skirmish line. They ...
Nothing was happening in Gettysburg in the spring of 1864. That\u27s not quite true. There was tons ...
Snow and sleighing, are, a correspondent in the Franklin Repository opined in January of 1864, del...
Like a prose poem, the passage leaped off of the page of the Lutheran and Missionary as I scanned th...
The 147th New York\u27s monument stands along Reynolds Avenue, silently (and incorrectly) marking wh...
The fears of invasion voiced by the residents of south-central Pennsylvania prior to the Gettysburg ...
Just a few lyrics today, nothing more, nothing less. Lyrics of joy. Lyrics of home. Lyrics of who we...
Samuel J. Vandersloot, a 25 year old Gettysburg attorney, enlisted as a private the 2nd Pennsylvania...
The battle anniversary loomed in the waning days of June. And Gettysburg was preparing. Aside from t...
The fireflies have started to appear around Gettysburg. We have a new sliding glass door in the kitc...
Back at the beginning of the summer, I was asked by the College to write a piece on the history of t...
Newspapers are built by bits and pieces. Type is set all throughout the week, long before the paper ...
African-Americans have always been a part of Gettysburg’s community fabric. Slaves belonging to Samu...
With the anniversary of the battles around Fredericksburg this week, the Civil War world\u27s eyes s...
In a house along the first block of the north side of Chambersburg Street, a small metallic ticking ...
In the woods south of Wilmington, men in blue uniforms moved forward in a loose skirmish line. They ...
Nothing was happening in Gettysburg in the spring of 1864. That\u27s not quite true. There was tons ...
Snow and sleighing, are, a correspondent in the Franklin Repository opined in January of 1864, del...
Like a prose poem, the passage leaped off of the page of the Lutheran and Missionary as I scanned th...
The 147th New York\u27s monument stands along Reynolds Avenue, silently (and incorrectly) marking wh...
The fears of invasion voiced by the residents of south-central Pennsylvania prior to the Gettysburg ...
Just a few lyrics today, nothing more, nothing less. Lyrics of joy. Lyrics of home. Lyrics of who we...
Samuel J. Vandersloot, a 25 year old Gettysburg attorney, enlisted as a private the 2nd Pennsylvania...