Hi! Wendell here again!
It's been a really beautiful weekend here - clear blue skies, and crisp cool air. When Natasha got Mike up on Saturday he looked out the window and told me, "forget about the chores, we're going flying!" He checked the weather and said it was going to be perfect for a day trip out to a really Special Place. So, it was off to the airport and get the airplane ready.
The flight was nice and smooth, but it was a bit hazy, and the valleys along the way were filled with fog. That was really quite pretty, actually.
"Look - we're passing Warrensville! I wonder how many bunnies live in their warren?"
An hour and forty-five minutes after we left Ithaca, we landed at W05 - Gettysburg Regional Airport. The airport was deserted, so we just parked the plane in the grass and started walking. In only about fifteen minutes, Mike pointed out this sign:
This was the Special Place that Mike had said we'd be visiting. There were big guns all over the place.
There were lots of statues, too - Mike said that this statue of a man riding on a horse is General Reynolds. Mike told me some of his story - 150 years ago, on July 1, 1863, Reynolds himself was here, leading a whole lot of men wearing blue uniforms - they were the 1st Corps of the Army of the Potomac. Right here where we were standing, as Reynolds rode in on his horse directing his men into battle, he was killed.
A little further down the road we crossed a bridge over a railroad line.
The tracks weren't here in 1863, it was just an unfinished ditch where the railroad would be built. A lot of soldiers - dressed in blue uniforms like Reynolds, and in grey uniforms like mine - fought and died in this railroad cut.
Mike showed me a small stone in the grass, just a little way along the road from the railroad cut. I could spell out "L.F. 76. N.Y." on the stone.
Mike said this meant we were standing on the spot where the 76th Regiment of New York Volunteers had been on July 1, 1863 - where the left end or "flank" of their line had been. He said that the men in the 76th New York mostly came from Cortland County - right around where his warren was. When they left New York in 1861 there were over 1,100 of them, all dressed in new blue uniforms.
Just a short hop away was a big monument to the 76th New York:
This monument says that when the 76th arrived on this spot, there were only 348 men left, and 232 of them were killed, wounded or missing in the battle - leaving only 116 men, three days later. Mike did the arithmetic for me - in the year and a half since they left Cortland and arrived on this spot, 90% of the men were gone. I felt really sad about that.
We walked on toward the little village of Gettysburg. I could see the spires of a church just ahead.
Mike told me this was the Lutheran Seminary. General Buford used the cupola to watch the soldiers in grey approaching on that July morning in 1863, and by the end of the battle, the building was full of wounded men in blue and grey.
We made it into town and discovered that this was "Remembrance Weekend", when Gettysburg remembers all the soldiers, blue and grey, who fought here - and also the soldiers, living and dead, from later wars right up to today. Mike said that one of those soldiers is his son, who lived in the warren and brought the first bunny to live there. Mike showed me a picture of him - he's wearing a blue uniform, too, today.
As we entered the square in the middle of town, we heard music approaching, and a group of soldiers in grey uniforms marched past us - since I'm grey, too, I stood to attention as they passed.
(Mike's watching over my shoulder as I type - he said to say, "You asked for a marching band, Patti - you got it". I have no idea what he's talking about)
When we got home, Mike told me more. The men who fought where we had visited were really only boys, most of whom had never left the area around our warren before - none of them had traveled as much as I have.
Many were wounded and killed by big bullets like these, called Minie Balls...
... but even more died because they got sick, and people just didn't know as much about how to make sick people better back then.
The war lasted another two years before it ended. Some of the soldiers did make it back home to Cortland, and they met every year to keep in touch with the other men who had gone off to Gettysburg with them. Mike let me try on one of their reunion ribbons, from the 1905 reunion in Cortland. It was pretty big on a little bunny, but by wearing it I felt a real connection to the men who had fought in the Special Place we visited earlier.
A really great day ended with a nice dinner out at a place called the "A-1". Mike said he'd had a get-together of bunny people here once. The food was good, starting with a huge salad...
...and ending with some nice carrots.
A perfect ending to a perfect weekend.
I've heard from my travel agent, and I'll be staying here another week while she arranges my connections. So, I'll be spending Thanksgiving in Central New York. Mike says he'll take me to a Thanksgiving Dinner with some friends. I'm looking forward to it.
That's all for now.