SACRED GROUND:Part 8
Tuckered out is how you could have described us after our final tour of Gettysburg. We found another nice place to eat in Waynesboro and retired for the night.
Facts, figures, Civil War Generals and individual stories danced in my head as I fell asleep. I don’t know if I dreamed much, but I woke abruptly about 6:00 AM and was ready to begin our tour again.
On Monday May 23rd, 1994, we loaded up our baggage, ate breakfast at the motel restaurant for the last time, checked out and drove leisurely south 60 miles to Antietam National Battlefield.
I had never visited this area of the country before. In the old parts of the little towns we went through there was a peculiar way they situating their homes in reference to the street. Whereas in Arkansas we set our houses back from the street or road, they set their home close to the road. In fact, in some towns if you parked your car in front of some homes, you could get out of the car, take two steps and be on the front door step. Also, the residents in this area had a German background. They kept their homes and the area clean as a whistle. It was just a treat to travel through these small towns and enjoy the architecture and the placing of the homes.
As we motored from Waynesboro to Hagerstown, MD and then south on Highway 65 to Sharpsburg, MD, I was really high on adrenaline. I didn’t know what to expect, but touring the Antietam Battlefield was the main reason for the trip as far as I was concerned. It seemed like the 10 miles from Hagerstown to Antietam Battlefield were about 100 miles. The anticipation grew with each mile. What was this place that I had read and studied about going to be like?