Post by darkmoon on Mar 11, 2006 10:05:15 GMT -5
This happened in the summer of 1962 ( ok so i am old) in the town of Wrightsville Pa, at our new house on Medow Lane. My Father and I were witness to this. I got up early one morning, not usual for me as I like to sleep in. I walked out to our dinning room which had a large picture window that looked out onto our large yard and the creek that ran by us. I rubbed my eyes to wake up and saw a man walking back and forth between the trees on the other side of the creek. I called to my Father who was still in bed and he came to see what I was yelling about. I never took my eyes off this man, but by the time my Father had arrived in the dinning room, the man was gone behind a tree and I couldn't see him anymore. The man was dressed like a confederate soldier and had one foot bandaged. I told my Father which tree he had gone behind, and he dressed and went to check it out, telling me to keep a watch for him. We had a man who had escaped from a mental hospital show up at our door only a few days before, so he was thinking he might be back. A good reason to go see. Well when he got to the tree I saw him looking closely at the ground. There were small foot prints in the soft soil, one a boot, the other a ragged looking print. There was a major battle here in Wrightsville that was the turning point of the war, and we figured him to be soldier in an unmarked grave, and at unrest because of this. So we made a cross and marked the spot behind the tree and we never saw him again.
