This weekend my wife, Ellen, and I decided to spend the weekend at a B&B in Gettysburg, swinging through Antietam on the way home Sunday. She had never visited and I hadn’t been in a long time.
The area is really beautiful this time of year, the B&B is very nice (out of town so pretty quiet), we enjoyed walking around a bit late this afternoon and early evening and plan to be battlefield tourists the next two days.
One side note, the ice cream at Kirwin’s, which I am happy to report was started before I was born, an increasingly unlikely situation, and which evidently is a chain, was very good.
We noticed that in the sort-of-farm next door there were two chickens and a horse. It turns out that the two chickens belonged to the neighbor’s first wife and thus we learned the backstory here, in the outskirts of Gettysburg.
Evidently when the owners of the B&B moved in, the neighbor, his wife, and two high school age daughters lived next door. When the two daughters graduated from high school, they went away to college never to return. Some period of time after they left, the wife left and the husband remained living alone.
But not for long.
Less than a year later, a woman moved in. They evidently met on-line and she moved here from Phoenix. Shortly after she moved in, they got married and she bought two chickens (those two chickens).
However, less than a year later, she left also, they believe back to Phoenix where her family was which she missed. The chickens, and the husband, remain.
Ellen and I cannot wait for tomorrow to begin with that as the intro to our time in Gettysburg. How could the what seems like infinite ghost tours talk about that was any more interesting than that. I would rather go over to the next door house and get a tour by the husband.