Poetry, Photography and Sustainable Farming

The beginning of this madness was the summer of 2007, when I had an inspiration to find a farmer who would allow me to follow him around, getting underfoot and in his way, all the while taking pictures of him and his hands, as he went about his daily routine on the farm. I found a willing farmer, not too far from my home and my adventure began. When it was all said and done, I had taken well over 2000 pictures and had found a new friend as well.

I thought it would be fun to have my hubby write a few small poems to go along with some of the photos.

All photos and poems, except where noted belong to me.

The Farmer In This Brilliant Idea of Mine

A Farmer, A Poet and A Little Crazy In A Good Way

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAJonas, the farmer in this project is a gentle soul, a poet himself and a bit crazy as he readily admits. He was born and raised here in Pennsylvania and has been farming for many years. He raises and sells grass fed certified organic Limousin beef.

Healthy living, sustainable farming and writing poetry are his passions. He loves and respects the land and he enjoys teaching and sharing his knowledge that he has acquired over the years. At age 65, he is an “old hippy” without ever really having been one. Oh, and he has the prettiest gray eyes I have ever seen and yeah like you needed to know that. 🙂

Raising Limousin Cattle


 As mentioned, the cattle that Jonas has chosen to raise are the Limousin breed which are thought to be over 20,000 years old and originate in France, in fact, there are ancient cave paintings in the Limoges region in France, that depict cattle that are strikingly similar in appearance to the Limousin breed of today.

In 1968, Canada started to import these cattle and finally in 1971, the first Limousin cattle began to be imported into the US. They quickly became a popular breed having milder temperaments and a genetic tendency to be naturally leaner than other breeds. An average female weighs around 1400 pounds while males can go as much as a ton. This breed is an excellent choice for any farmer who wishes to try his hand at doing things nature’s way and going down the organic grass fed beef avenue.

As more and more people begin to realize that the foods they eat make a big impact on the quality of their life, giving consumers better food choices, such as grass fed only beef is a step in the right direction not just for personal health issues, but for the health and well being of the planet, a community’s economy and even the quality of life for the animals in question. Small farms, like Jonas’s produce high quality products for consumers… something that big factory farms simply can’t. The animal’s living conditions are far superior; Jonas’s farm has 70 acres of lush grass land for the animals to graze and roam as nature intended. Factory farms tend to keep animals in small confined spaces, where disease and stress are a “normal” part of the animal’s life.

Jonas’ Farm is An Animal Welfare Approved Farmanimal-welfare-approved

Jonas is a proud member of the The Animal Welfare Approved program which certifies that his and members farms raise their animals humanely, outdoors on pasture or range.

Farm Time

For time will wait for no farmer, neither will a cow


A farmer knows no time
a minute, an hour, a day;
it all flows past him
as work gets in the way.

There is no tomorrow
only here and now
for time will wait for no farmer
and neither will a cow

When work needs to be done
it has to be done to a “t:”
there is no hurrying the right way
for right is the way it should be

So the next time you hear a farmer
says “30 minutes or so”
expect it to take how long it takes
for right is the true way to go.


The Eyes of The “Mad Cow”

Windows of the soul
Yours tell me you won’t listen
You will try to do as you wish
I am here
I ain’t moving
We stand
Face to face
Waiting on each other to make the first move
When it comes, action will be explosive
I will triumph
Overcome your stubbornness
Tag your ear.
C’mon cow

Time Pondering

Our Lives Are Ruled By Time

 In a short while it will be tomorrow
or will it still be today?
It never ceases to amaze
how time can slip away.

Our lives are ruled by time
rushing here and there
just to come to a sudden stop
and find we are nowhere.

Can we ever stop and look
at the world that is around?
or must we always hurry past
our eyes only on the ground?

Why must we try to kill time
as time kills us instead?
Could time just be a fantasy?
A phantom in our head?

I learned a lesson some time ago:
why rush when I can dally?
Relaxed is the way to spend your time
When only you keep tally.


Not Pretty To Hold


The earth spits out rock

Every spring there are more

Not pretty to hold


My Work Fits Like A Glove

My work fits like a glove
Covering my hands
But still I must wonder
About the care of the lands
Do I measure up to my father?

I watch and I build
I sow and I reap
I plow and I fix
I go to sleep
Do I measure up to my father?

I watch and I wait
I strive and I toil
I walk and I till
I work the soil
Do I measure up to my father?

I question myself
I analyze my work
I consider my thoughts
I do not shirk
I measure up to my father.

Jonas and Poetry

 Jonas is a very independent minded individual and doesn’t take too kindly to being told what to do, what to think, what to wear, and what to eat. He is especially concerned with the growing number of farmers being shut down for doing what farmers having been doing since agriculture came into vogue thousands of years ago….farming. It is a sad commentary on society when we consider a farmer a criminal for simply farming.

Below is a poem written by Jonas, in response to numerous farmers across the nation being arrested and or having their farm shut down by the FDA, the USDA and various other organizations simply for farming the green way and producing products that consumers WANT.

Copyright Jonas Stoltzfus 2010
Used with permission


We don’t need your license, permission to be,
In the home of the brave and the land of the free.
No permits are needed, it’s easy to see
All we ask of you, is just leave us be.

Our forefathers left Europe many years ago,
And came to America, to plant and to grow.
In Europe persecution is what drove us out,
They hammered us bad with government clout.

They beat us and hung us, some were skinned alive,
And boiled up in oil, like a bunch of French fries.
We were drowned and pounded, to make us submit
To the official religion, how they interpreted it.
But we fled to America, to the land of the free
To put down new roots, and it worked, you can see.

We’re peace-loving people, small farmers most,
But now again seems, like we’re government toast.
It looks like we’re fallin’ on hard times again.
This time seems the leaders, are trying us to skin
By economic pressure, make us change our ways,
Make us comply, to the regulation daze.

For years we’ve sold food to all who would buy,
Do our best to keep it whole, we always would try
So now all we’re asking, in our place in the sun,
Is just for some peace, and just leave us alone.

Just leave us alone, is all that we ask,
Let each of us get on, with what is our task.

We get up each morning, and do our own thing
As we’re working along, sometimes we sing.
We’re producing the food that many folks like,
Most of the stuff does a body real good.
Maybe some of our bakin’ is just a tad sweet,
But the bread that we bake, is a pleasure to eat.

And all that we ask, is just leave us be
Is that just too hard? Something you can’t see?

We’re the small time farmers, in love with our land
And the animals we raise, with a skilled, gentle hand.
We pasture our stock, cows, chickens and pigs,
Sheep, horses and goats, green grass they all dig.

People come to our farms, they line up to buy
The stuff we produce, we can look in the eye
Of each of our customers, friends, neighbors too,
And be sure it’s the best, I’m just tellin’ you.
We’re like the King’s food taster, in those days of yore,
who checked out each thing, makin’ absolutely sure,
There was nothing that threatened, the life of the king.

And all that we ask, is to leave us alone
As we grow food to eat, boil the broth from the bone.
We pay our school taxes, then have our own schools
And most of the time, stick close to the rules.

We take stuff to market, vegetables, cheese and meat,
And meet with our customers, a firm handshake to greet.
We take care of each other, no public welfare we need,
Just leave us alone, is now what we plead.
We don’t want your handouts, no bailouts we need
Just leave us alone, we now again plead.

A parting thought/reminder:

“If people let the government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as sorry a state as the souls who live under tyranny.”  Thomas Jefferson

© 2014-2017 Glory Miller All Rights Reserved


Boiling Springs: A Charming and Historic Pennsylvania Village

This man made lake was formed in 1750 to power the bellows for the iron furnace.

Historians can only speculate why Daniel Kaufman bought 48 acres of land from his father, Abraham, and settled the small village of Boiling Springs in 1843. The popular theory is that he was intending to sell lots to raise money to help his father pay off debts that amounted to more than $1,900 which was a huge sum of money in those days.

There was another theory that he founded the village because of the iron works that was nearby, but that won’t work as a reason because by the time 1843 rolled around, the iron works was in great disrepair and was up for sale and didn’t seem to have too much potential to draw in anyone who would be looking for work and who would want to settle in the area.

But, no matter the reason, he was planning his little village to be built on rich farm land. It had streams for fishing and even had a lake that, even though was man made, still offered up a beautiful scenic view. It sounded like an ideal place to put down roots, to build a house, to start and raise a family. I think Daniel, in his way had “far vision” the ability to see or dream about what the future could be like.

I am not a historian by any means, and I don’t have an extensive knowledge about the history of Boiling Springs. If you really want an in depth history of the place, I recommend getting a copy of At a Place Called the Boiling Springs that has been edited by Richard L. Tritt and Randy Watts.

This page is just my way of visiting again, a place that I came to love when I lived there over 10 years ago. There is something very special about Boiling Springs, there is an energy that runs through and around it. Maybe it’s because of the water that that surrounds it an even runs under it, water is, after all water is one of the basic elements of life that helps to give substance to our world.

Note: All photos are courtesy of Glory Miller (that’s me) and old postcards are from the personal collection of Glory Miller (hey, that’s me, too!)

The Ege Mansion

The old Ege mansion as it looks today after alterations throughout the the years.

  • One of the most beautiful and hard to miss buildings in the small village is what used to be the Ege family mansion that was built by Michael Ege Sr. around 1780. It is a Federal style building that boasted twenty three rooms.
  • In 1775, Ege purchased one eighth of the Carlisle Iron Works which has been started around 1762 by John Rigby & Co. Ege eventually took over sole ownership of the iron works by 1792.
  • Called by different names; Ege Mansion, Big House, Ironmaster’s Mansion.
  • Once the Ege family could no longer maintain the iron works, it and the mansion went up for sale around 1859. It has been hinted that Peter Ege, who inherited it from his father, Michael Jr, wouldn’t or couldn’t run the business so it had to be sold.
  • It was purchased by Cary Ahl and several of his brothers in 1863. Ahl took up residence at the mansion (his brothers lived in Newville) and remodeled it in the 1870s and then made a few more changes in 1881. Ahl died at the mansion in 1885. By the time of Ahl’s death new advances in iron making had put the Ahl’s out of the iron business.
  • After Ahl’s death, the mansion was purchased by Jared C. Bucher in 1887 who was the last iron master and operated the business until 1894. Bucher and his wife, Helen, named their home Highland Terrace. They renovated the home in the 1930’s. The Bucher family sold the house in 1985.
  • The mansion has had several incarnations as a bed and breakfast, first as Highland House and then as Swan Lake.
  • It has been a little while since I last visited Boiling Springs, but last time I was there the mansion was sitting empty and unloved, which is such a shame, as this has the potential, in the right hands, to be the show piece of Boiling Springs. I hope it’s no longer empty and not cared for, this is a wonderful piece of history for the community and for Cumberland County as well.
  • George Ege died when Michael was only six years old. He and his older brother George were brought up by his uncle the Baron Von Steigel of Manheim, PA. or so the story goes.
  • Another popular story is that Von Steigel is buried at the mansion. After losing his fortune and discovering he had no friends, Von Steigel lived at the mansion until his death. He was buried there with the intention of being moved and buried elsewhere, which never happened. There is no real historical evidence to support this claim and in fact several places in Pennsylvania claim to be home to the Baron’s final resting place.

The Boiling Springs Mill Apartments

The Mill Apartments
  • At the lower end of Children’s Lake is an old mill that was built about 1784. It was originally a two story structure and has been altered many times over the years. It is now an apartment building.
  • It is thought that Michael Ege built the mill (although many believe, apparently in error, that it was Alexander Rhoddy) because he needed a way to provide feed and flour for the iron workers. A 1785 tax list shows that Ege owned one saw mill, one forge, one furnace and one grist mill. An older tax list from 1783 makes no mention of a mill.
  • The Yellow Breeches was dammed at Island Grove, a race was dug that connected the dam to the mill, with the water then fed back into the Yellow Breeches.
  • There was a major fire at the mill in 1896 and it was repaired in 1897.
  • The Mill operated until 1920 when it closed.
  • Eventually, in 1971 the mill was turned into an apartment building.
  • The little mill was used in the book Toward the Morning by Hervey Allen published in 1948.

Children’s Lake

  •  This man made lake was formed in the 1750s and it’s chief purpose was to power the bellows of the iron furnace.
  • Originally pear-shaped, time and weather have eroded the eastern and southern banks of the lake.
  • The lake is 9-acres in size.
  • Every day about 22 million gallons of water (at a fairly steady 53-degrees) bursts forth from the over thirty springs that flow into the lake. Some places, the water comes in from underground and when it breaks to the surface, the water appears to be boiling. This water comes from subterranean caves that are about 1,800 feet below the surface.
  • The lake became a very popular in the late 1800’s, people would come for miles to get jars full of it’s clean, clear, cool water.
  • At one time, a paddle wheel steamer carried folks from the lake to Island Grove.
  • It was renamed Children’s Lake in 1987.

Daniel Kaufman House and the Underground Railroad

  •  Seventeen year old Daniel believed that slavery was unjust and immoral and it was this belief that led him to became an agent for the Underground Railroad from 1835-1847. He helped many an escaped slave find their freedom by hiding them in his barn or in the heavily wooded Island Grove area on the Yellow Breeches not far from his original home.
  • Slave holders from Maryland did take him to court in 1852 and he was eventually fined $4,000 (some sources state $5,000) which during the time was a huge amount of money. Different abolitionist societies and his brother-in-law Stephen Weakley, helped to pay his fine. Weakley also had assisted Daniel with his work in the Underground Railroad.
  • He built this Federal with Italianate style house (shown in the above photo) in 1880 and there are rumors that there are secret hiding places in it, but I have my doubts. First, his role in the Underground Railroad ended in 1847, and in 1865, the 13th Amendment officially abolished slavery. By the time 1880 rolled around he would have no need for secret hiding places, unless of course, he just happened to like that kind of thing.
  • It is also interesting to note, that even though Kaufman was anti slavery, that sentiment wasn’t highly shared by residents of Cumberland County. Nearby Carlisle had an Army post that had many southern officers stationed there. Dickinson College also in Carlisle had a lot of students who were originally from below that Mason-Dixon line. Many Carlisle churches refused to allow abolitionists to hold their meetings on their premises. Many Carlisle newspapers were also anti-abolitionist. Pennsylvania finally put an end to slavery once and for all in 1847.
  • Kaufman died in 1902 and his wife, Catharine died in 1907.
  • Of course, the Underground Railroad was neither underground nor a railroad, but simply a highly organized escape network that utilized back roads, secret meeting places, safe houses, etc This “railroad” covered 29 states and reached into Canada, Mexico and even the Caribbean.
  • Pennsylvania had officially abolished slavery in 1780, with the passage of the “An Act for the Gradual Abolition of Slavery” but yet by the time 1840 rolled around there were still slaves being held in Cumberland County.
  • Before building this house, he lived in a house near what is now the intersection of Race and Kaufman Streets.

Dr. Milton Peters House

  •  Milton Peters had dreams of becoming a doctor and worked hard and saved his money so he could attend medical school. His older brother, Clayton, who was an established teacher in Brooklyn, New York bought for his brother, a lot on Front Street for the sum of $230 on April 2, 1898. Some time later, he had a house built on the lot and his brother, Milton, having studied to become a doctor, purchased the property from his brother on November 28, 1903 for $2,000.Dr. Peters then opened his practice at the property and eventually became a prominent doctor and surgeon in the area practicing medicine all of his life in Boiling Springs. His office was in the two rooms on the right side of the house. The other 8 rooms he used for his personal residence.
  • The building is an Eastern Stick style design that was very popular in the US from about 1855 to 1900. This building is actually classified as a modified Eastern Stick.
  • Of course, the house has gone through some alterations over the years with a garage being added on that wasn’t part of the original structure.
  • The one thing I remember about this place is when walking by it on my walks around the lake, I had to be careful because the bushes were infested with poison ivy plants!

The Boiling Springs State Bank

  •  This two story structure housed the Boiling Springs State Bank. It was built in 1920 and cost $17,500.
  • Founding members were L. Floyd Hess, Dr. Milton R. Peters, Jared C. Bucher, Jacob Meixel and George Otto.
  • The bank closed in 1938.
  • Hess had purchased the land from Jared Bucher who then sold it to the bank on March 10, 1922.
  • The building was sold in 1940 to Jacob W. Kiracofe who added a frame third story and turned it into a residence.
  • In 1985, it was remodeled and restored, but it still has that horrible third floor addition.

Island Grove Park 1 & 2

A photo of the restaurant at the second Island Grove park that opened in 1910 and closed just a few years later.

A photo of the restaurant at the second Island Grove park that opened in 1910 and closed just a few years later.

  • In 1875, the Ahl family built the first park at Boiling Springs at Island Grove which is located on the south side of the Yellow Breeches Creek about a half mile from the village.
  • Cary Alh wanted to attract customers to his family railroad, but that never happened as their Harrisburg and Potomac Rail Road never really got off the ground, or is that on track. Financial problems prevented the railroad from being built.
  • The park was about 15 acres and had a large pavilion, as well as an restaurant and a few other buildings. There were benches scattered throughout the area and there was a playing field where folks could get in a good game of baseball. Some described the place as being offered as more of a resort than a park.
  • While there is no official record of when Island Grove closed, it is believed that the closing coincided with the closing of the Ahl Iron Works in 1885.
  • A new Island Grove did reopen for a short time in 1910, but closed down about 1912 after a fire destroyed the restaurant and it’s equipment. But, while open it offered swings, see-saws, dancing, a merry-go-round along with benches and a seats for relaxation.
  • There aren’t many photographs of the original Island Grove park available.

The Second Park at Boiling Springs

The main pavilion where dances were held three times a week with live orchestras.
The main pavilion where dances were held three times a week with live orchestras.
The Merry Go Round (or is it carousel) at the park that was shipped off to Willow Grove Park after Boiling Springs Park closed.
The Merry Go Round (or is it carousel) at the park that was shipped off to Willow Grove Park after Boiling Springs Park closed.
The trolley at Boiling Springs
The trolley at Boiling Springs
  •  In 1896 the Valley Traction Company laid a trolley line from Carlisle to Boiling Springs. It wasn’t long until the trolley was making regular stops. People often came to Boiling Springs via the trolley to enjoy a lake side picnic. Dances were also held there, too.
  • In 1904, the company leased 20 acres as well as the lake and opened a park. The desire was to attract riders to the trolley and for ten cents you could take a ride through the country side in the special open air trolley. That actually sounds rather nice, doesn’t it?
  • The park had restaurants, a dance pavilion, a band stand, novelty shops and ice cream stands, a shooting gallery, a baseball and tennis areas, deer pens, Lover’s Walk, and the Flying Horses carousel.
  • As time went on, the park began to lose its appeal, as people sought other forms of entertainment.
  • With the increase in automobile traffic, the park became popular again at least for a short time, but the park closed down for good in 1930. It was a victim of changing times and tastes.


  1. Is there a difference between a merry-go-round and a carousel?
  2. What makes a Flying Horses carousel/merry-go-round different from other carousels or merry-go-rounds?
  3. Island Grove, at least the second incarnation of it, also had a merry-go-round, I believe, does anyone know what happened to that one after that park closed?

South Central Pennsylvania Haunted Places

Living in south central Pennsylvania has afforded me the discovery of a multitude of myths, legends, folklore and my favorite…ghost stories.  Gathered here is but a small sampling of the stories of the rich supernatural life that permeates the nooks and crannies of the fourteen counties that make up this geographical region in Pennsylvania.

  • Carson Long Military Academy (New Bloomfield): Founded in 1914 by Colonel Theodore K. Long. He named the school after his deceased son who had died at age 23 out west in a logging accident. The school had been in existence, under different names, for many years dating back to 1836 when it was first opened as a Latin Grammar School.  It is not unusual for a place as old as this to harbor a few ghost stories. Years ago, and no one will ever pin point the exact date, a woman, the wife of one of the school’s commandants, perished in a fire. It is reported by passersby and students alike that the sound of faint screams can be heard as well as the sound of crackling noise like is heard when a building is on fire.  One of the dorms on the campus has a blood stain that simply will not go away no matter how many times it has been painted over. It is said that years ago (again, no one has a specific date) a young cadet, while out enjoying a snow day, crashed his sled into the building and died.  Holman Chapel is said to be haunted by Colonel Edward Holman. There is a portrait of the Colonel that is rumored to have eyes that will sometimes glow red as fire. Also, above the main door to the chapel is an ornately carved eagle that also has a case of the red eye glow from time to time. No explanation is ever give for either of these occurrences.
  • Frankenberger Tavern (Mechanicsburg): Built in the early 1800′s, Frankeberger Tavern served as a stop point between Harrisburg and Carlisle. Weary travelers could partake of a drink, rest their weary bones and horses and get a meal and a room, if needed.  One day during a heavy rain storm, the the Susquehanna River overflowed it’s banks, making roads impassable. A cattle driver took refuge from the storm at the Tavern and after having a few too many drinks, began to brag about his successful sale of cattle the day before. He was also showing a large sum of money. After retiring for the evening and sometime during the night, someone relieved him of not just his money, but his life as well. The Innkeepers found his body in their herb garden the next day. No one was ever charged with the crime and it is theorized that it is his ghost who is sometimes spotted looking forlornly out of the upstairs windows in the old tavern and some have claimed to see the ghost of a man sitting on the roof near the chimney.
  • West Perry Senior High School (Elliotsburg): No one knows his name or the date of his death, but the West Perry High School has a persistent story about the phantom janitor who fell to his death while attempting to clean the windows in one of the rooms on the second floor. Students and staff have reported hearing the sounds of glass breaking and a man screaming before all goes silent. The room number often associated with the story is 118, but since in most buildings, the rooms labeled in the 100’s tend to all be on the first floor, it might be a little difficult for anyone to fall to their death from a window. Maybe room 218 is a better candidate? Do I believe this story, well, no, not really, as with all tales like this, there might be a smidgen of truth mixed in, but as the story is told and told again, it takes on a life of it’s own.
  • Dickinson School of Law (Carlisle):  William Harrison Hitchler became the dean of Dickinson School of Law in 1930. It was a job that soon became the love of his life and perhapsTricket Hall explains why he never married, he was simply too enamored with the college to have time to court anyone. He was respected by both his peers and students and often described as being a man of impeccable character. He wasn’t one for the traditional kinds of fun that might be found on a college campus, as he disliked the habits of smoking and drinking and basically anything that could be considered enjoyable…in other words, he was a bit stuffy. Sadly, he diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in 1952 and eventually came to the realization that his illness would prevent him from continuing his duty as dean. He retired from his position in 1953 and finally succumbed to the disease and its effects in 1959. Since his passing over 50 years ago, its not uncommon for staff and student alike to report seeing a man who fits his description appearing in what was once his apartment on campus as well as in various other buildings, too. The sound of footsteps pacing the halls in Trickett Hall have also been reported and of course when investigated no one is to be seen and many attribute this to the former dean still being active and caring for his beloved school.  A few years ago, Tricket Hall underwent a series of major renovations after almost falling victim to the wrecking ball. Public outcry was so strong that the college agreed to remodel the building, I can only wonder what Dean Hitchler thought of all that activity?
  • The Hotel Hershey (Hershey): During the Great Depression of 1933, Milton Hershey decided that he wanted a hotel that would rival any that could be found in big cities like Paris or New York, so he set about building one! While other businesses were closing their doors, cutting work forces, basically anything to save money he was doing just the opposite; he spent money! He decided that his grand hotel would be built atop Pat’s Hill, which is now known as Prospect Heights. The haunting associated with the hotel is the smell of cigar smoke, and since this is a smoke free premises, those who experience this phenomenon just assume it’s Milton, who did enjoy a good cigar from time to time, checking things out and making sure the guests are enjoying their stay.  It is reported that two ghosts have been seen, one resembling Milton and the other his wife, Kitty. Perhaps, even spirits need a vacation from the other side and staying at your own hotel just makes good business sense.
  • The Pioneer Cemetery (Landisburg): The Pioneer Cemetery, in Shaffer’s Valley, is all that is left of the settlement called Pandemonium that was bordered on the north by Bowers Mountain and on the south by Blue Mountain.  At it’s peak, Pandemonium boasted about 100 homes, two sawmills, a tannery, a stave mill, and a church. The community eventually began to shrink in it’s size as residents died, or moved way in an attempt to find a better life.  Legend has it that the little cemetery is haunted by the ghost of an escaped slave who was accidentally shot near the cemetery. No one knows her name or anything about her life and it is believed that she entered into the community under the cover of darkness, catching the attention of nearby dogs. She must have thought that her pursuers had found her and fearing for her life, she climbed a tree in an attempt to hide. She never realized that the barking dogs were simple from a nearby house. When the owner of the dogs came to investigate, having only a kerosene lamp to see by, he figured the large shape in the trees was that of a bear. The woman, apparently too terrified to cry out, was shot and killed. She is buried outside of the cemetery gate.  It’s not uncommon for reports of strange lights being seen in the cemetery (perhaps the faint glow of old time kerosene lamps). The state police have been called and have investigated but never anything out of the ordinary has been found.
  • The Walking Statue (Lancaster): This is a story that has really gotten some embellishment over the years and while many claim (even the Bitner family) that it’s not true in any way, it is still a classic kind of ghost story that allows us to believe the idea that love never dies. Augusta Bitner was young, beautiful and in love and she intended to get married. Her family did not haunted_walking_Statueapprove of her choice for husband material and tried numerous times to change her mind. Aside from being beautiful and young, she was also a bit head strong and would not pay any attention to their concerns. On the day of her wedding (some stories say the night before), Augusta visted her family once more in hopes of getting them to change their opionion of her intended and to get them to attend the wedding. A horrible argument ensued, and she raced out of the family house and tripped falling down a set of stairs breaking her neck. There would be no wedding for Augusta, instead her funeral. The haunting associated with this story centers around the statue that marks her grave. It shows a lovely young maiden (it may be her likeness, but I doubt it as I am certain I saw a statue similar in design in a cemetery in or near Winchester, Virginia years ago) walking down a set of stairs. Beside her is a broken column often used to signify someone who has died young. On the anniversary of her death, the statue comes to life and takes a calm slow stroll through the cemetery, in what some say is the eternal search for her true love, who, by the way disappeared into that annals of time. No one remembers his name or what happened to him.
  • Cashtown Inn (Cashtown): The small community of Cashtown is about eight miles from Gettysburg on Old Route 30 which is sometimes called The Lincoln Highway. During the time of the battle of Gettysburg, this road was used by the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia as a way to get into Gettysburg, so troops marching up and down this stretch of road was a familiar sight. The Inn, was in business at this time and in fact, several of the Confederate generals would meet there to plan their battlefield operations.  For several decades the Inn has had a history of ghostly happenings. Reports of soliders in uniform, strange and unexplained noises in the attic, doors opening and closing on their own and even in Room 4, hearing mysterious rapping on the room door and when opened no one is there.  But, the noises and strange occurrences aren’t just centered inside, guests have reported hearing what sounds like horses snorting and pawing at the ground. Of course, when investigated, nothing can be found.

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