westcobbdog
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He could be buried a few miles away in the national Federal Cemetery on Roswell Street.
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He could be buried a few miles away in the national Federal Cemetery on Roswell Street.
Well actually we did locate his grave back in an overgrown cemetery in the next town over. Interesting that he was the only son of the family and with his demise the name ended. They were a big merchants in the local towns and had him shipped back north to be buried. His grave stone which is bigger than most and stands on a huge base says " LTcompany A, NYS 150 Volunters Died June 22 1864 , Marietta , GA " After I moved down here 20 years ago On a visit back to the NY town I took some soil from Knobs Farm and put it on his grave site , In return when we got back here I laid some of his NYS home town soil in the field at Knobs Farm
Just interesting sorry if off topic
Gary Mercer
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Great story, and I hope the Lt. is resting peacefully.
When I was Master of the Tyrone Lodge, we undertook a project to clean up the cemetery of the old Methodist church. The church had sold its property, and it is now the City Hall.
While weed-wacking, I felt the urge to step off into the woods and dispose of some of the morning coffee. Back behind the cemetery, and off to the right, were a bunch of single graves marked only by an occasional small headstone. Many of these were from the war. The further back into the woods I went, the older the stones.
There were many stones that made reference to the person there having served. And, there were many that had masonic Square and Compasses on them.
I always thought it would be interesting to go exploring back there in the woods, to see how old that cemetery was. Tyrone was part of the much larger Fayette County that was sometimes called the "Indian Lands" prior to the war.
It was very shady back there, and a little creepy. Would like to go back when the weather is cooler, the redbugs fewer, and Ol Johnny No-shoulders is asleep.
When I was Master of the Tyrone Lodge, we undertook a project to clean up the cemetery of the old Methodist church. The church had sold its property, and it is now the City Hall.
While weed-wacking, I felt the urge to step off into the woods and dispose of some of the morning coffee. Back behind the cemetery, and off to the right, were a bunch of single graves marked only by an occasional small headstone. Many of these were from the war. The further back into the woods I went, the older the stones.
There were many stones that made reference to the person there having served. And, there were many that had masonic Square and Compasses on them.
I always thought it would be interesting to go exploring back there in the woods, to see how old that cemetery was. Tyrone was part of the much larger Fayette County that was sometimes called the "Indian Lands" prior to the war.
It was very shady back there, and a little creepy. Would like to go back when the weather is cooler, the redbugs fewer, and Ol Johnny No-shoulders is asleep.
crackerdave
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There was a "presence" around our campsite in the mountains this past spring.It seemed to me like a friendly kind of spirit....like long-ago Cherokees had camped there long before us and were glad the spot by that creek was kind of sacred to them and it was still being enjoyed and respected as God the Great Spirit meant for it to be.
May it always be so.
May it always be so.
Gary Mercer
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There is a spot on the San Saba River in Texas, about 45 miles from San Angelo. (I was there on a hunting trip.)
The river runs up against a high bluff. Probably 100 ft. high. There is a small creek that comes in right where the river turns up against the bluff. On the side of the creek that comes against the bluff wall, there is an overhang that is probably 20 ft. long, and about 10 ft. deep into the bluff.
I had already killed my buck and was scouting an old Pecan grove that ran along the river for hogs or turkeys.
The creek was on my left, and the small trail kept leading to the bluff. When I arrived at the overhang, it was like stepping into a room. The top, or roof of the outcropping looked like it had seen a bunch of campfires.
The ground was level, except you could see a rough circle that may have been a fire pit.
This was obviously a very private campsite, and since it was only a couple of miles from the old ranch house, probably not used by the rancher.
What a peaceful spot, and so hidden. The river was a few yards away, but I think you would have been invisible to anyone on the river or certainly on the other side.
I wonder if this was a camp for a small band of Comanches. They ruled this land at one time. (They called it The Land of the Summer Moon.)
I came back to the spot several times during the remainder of my stay, and always felt like someone was there. I also felt a great sense of peace, and would take my lunch, and a thermos of coffee and spend the afternoon. Never saw a hog or turkey, but it was almost a spiritual event for me. I would love to go back one more time, before I die, to spend the afternoon with the native spirits.
The river runs up against a high bluff. Probably 100 ft. high. There is a small creek that comes in right where the river turns up against the bluff. On the side of the creek that comes against the bluff wall, there is an overhang that is probably 20 ft. long, and about 10 ft. deep into the bluff.
I had already killed my buck and was scouting an old Pecan grove that ran along the river for hogs or turkeys.
The creek was on my left, and the small trail kept leading to the bluff. When I arrived at the overhang, it was like stepping into a room. The top, or roof of the outcropping looked like it had seen a bunch of campfires.
The ground was level, except you could see a rough circle that may have been a fire pit.
This was obviously a very private campsite, and since it was only a couple of miles from the old ranch house, probably not used by the rancher.
What a peaceful spot, and so hidden. The river was a few yards away, but I think you would have been invisible to anyone on the river or certainly on the other side.
I wonder if this was a camp for a small band of Comanches. They ruled this land at one time. (They called it The Land of the Summer Moon.)
I came back to the spot several times during the remainder of my stay, and always felt like someone was there. I also felt a great sense of peace, and would take my lunch, and a thermos of coffee and spend the afternoon. Never saw a hog or turkey, but it was almost a spiritual event for me. I would love to go back one more time, before I die, to spend the afternoon with the native spirits.
westcobbdog
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My buddy was up at West Point last year visiting his Son. After leaving he and Son # 2 head home and detoured to Gettysburg to check it out late one afternoon. Noticed hundreds of people at Little round Top with their emf detectors or whatever they had right at dusk. They are leaving area when suddenly a Union trooper in blue with haversack on and no legs goes right in front of their car driving down the road. Both father and son both saw it.
TheGuyWithTheGun
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Someone posted about seeing a green light in an earlier post and I wanted to share my green light story. I had been hearing about a graveyard in Good Hope GA that was a registered paranormal area for a few months and decided to check it out. I have always had an eereee feeling when we would go thru there as a kid and thought there might be some truth to the idea. Myself and three others went to check it out. There are a few newer Graves and tward the back are the older ones. Long story short being the person I am I decided to act cool and say "if you are here show yourself" At that moment what looked like a faint green pen light slowly moved up and down across the back side of the grave yard, to far off to see clearly but clearly there and definitely not where anyone would be nor did it move like someone walking. Everyone there saw it and jumped back in the truck leaving me standing there in awe. I politely said "thank you very much" and got the CensoredCensoredCensoredCensored out of there. Must be something to the green light?
bulldawgborn
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I grew up on a small farm that has been in my family for 5 or so generations. It last farmed by my great Grandaddy and his brother up into the 1970's. My father built our house just down the hill from where my great Grandmother (MaMa) lived until she died around 1994. We rented the house out a few years after she died and had 2 or 3 tenants who lived there before my oldest sister was married. As she and her fiance planned their life together, they decided to live in MaMa's house until they could build their own. My soon to be BNL was having some apprehension about moving into a house that was not really "his". He had never met my MaMa and had only heard us tell stories about her biscuit puddin, sweet tea, and all the quilts she used to make for everybody in the community. One night as he slept in the bed he had grown up in, he had a dream. He was at my MaMa's house working on the renovations in the kitchen when he looked up and saw a little old lady sitting at the kitchen table. She spoke to him and said, "Son, I'm glad you will be moving into my house. I only ask one thing, Just look after my baby girl."
That day when he came over to visit he was beside himself as he recounted his dream that to him was so vivid and realistic. My family's interest was peaked as he described the lady and the layout of the now renovated kitchen and the table at which she sat. My mother retrieved her wedding album which contained pictures of my MaMa and several similar aged ladies. My brother in law took one look and with certain conviction pointed right at my MaMa and said, "That's her right there. Only older". The picture had been taken about 20 years before she passed away. What's more, my brother in law was able to describe the formica table that used to sit in her kitchen and another couple details that he should not have known.
That day when he came over to visit he was beside himself as he recounted his dream that to him was so vivid and realistic. My family's interest was peaked as he described the lady and the layout of the now renovated kitchen and the table at which she sat. My mother retrieved her wedding album which contained pictures of my MaMa and several similar aged ladies. My brother in law took one look and with certain conviction pointed right at my MaMa and said, "That's her right there. Only older". The picture had been taken about 20 years before she passed away. What's more, my brother in law was able to describe the formica table that used to sit in her kitchen and another couple details that he should not have known.
Gary Mercer
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Great Story !
Sweetwater
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My maternal grandmother is a Carson. They owned a large chunk of land in Cobb county...one parcel was where the strip at Dobbins and the cemetary with the Jesus statue sits off of 19/41 in Mayretta. That was about the center of Sherman's lines when he came through.
When she was real young, in the summer, sounds similar to thunder would start. Real low at first. Gradually getting louder. Then came the sounds of men in battle...men dying...men crying out in pain.
She sat all us grandkids down and told us about that.
I'll never forget that as long as I live.
When I was real young....from age 4 to 7....before we moved to Winston...we lived in a house near Osborne high school. A man constantly was in my dreams trying to tell me something....but I never could hear him nor could he hear me. I remember this like it was yesterday. He didnt scare me, nor did I think much about it. I kept telling my mom about it, and she would always brush it off.
The DAY we moved to Winston....my mom told me,"Oh yeah, btw....the original owners of the house we moved from son hung himself in your room."
Gee thanks mom.
My dad's mother never forgave her for that. When she died of a heart attack when I was ten, she haunted the heck out of my mom. IMO...that was why my parents divorced. LOLO
When she was real young, in the summer, sounds similar to thunder would start. Real low at first. Gradually getting louder. Then came the sounds of men in battle...men dying...men crying out in pain.
She sat all us grandkids down and told us about that.
I'll never forget that as long as I live.
When I was real young....from age 4 to 7....before we moved to Winston...we lived in a house near Osborne high school. A man constantly was in my dreams trying to tell me something....but I never could hear him nor could he hear me. I remember this like it was yesterday. He didnt scare me, nor did I think much about it. I kept telling my mom about it, and she would always brush it off.
The DAY we moved to Winston....my mom told me,"Oh yeah, btw....the original owners of the house we moved from son hung himself in your room."
Gee thanks mom.
My dad's mother never forgave her for that. When she died of a heart attack when I was ten, she haunted the heck out of my mom. IMO...that was why my parents divorced. LOLO
Gary Mercer
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C'mon guys, you gotta have some more stories???
I'll bet Nic has a whole book of them.
Let's keep this one going, so I don't have to invent another topic.
I'll bet Nic has a whole book of them.
Let's keep this one going, so I don't have to invent another topic.
westcobbdog
Senior Member
Sweet the description of your old family land reminds me of the road that runs from 41 along the edge of the base, holding a lot of commercial businesses.
Around 1980 Maximilian's was a very trendy restaurant located up a steep drive off this rd, Cobb Industrial Blvd.
So I got a referral to help the Owner around 1999 or 2000 to sell his failed Real Estate property, the old spooky house that was formerly a thriving restaurant. At some point I mentioned the uneasiness when I was there alone to the Owner and he told me about a wealthy man who owned funeral homes in 1900 or so, Mr Carmichael. Mr C. thought it a good idea to build a swimming pool on the site, his summer home, which was a lovely hillside with great views. Soon after construction, his young boy drowned there. The pool was then filled in. The Seller of the building said his wait staff frequently saw a young boy in the cellar where the kitchen was, scooting around.
Dr. Strangelove
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I have an older cousin who has always sworn that a ghost haunted the attic of my grandmother's home in Hendersonville, NC. (I never encountered this ghost myself, though and spent plenty of time there and even in the attic) There was a terrible aircraft accident there in July of 1967, one the worst to have happened at that time. A Cessna 310 coming in to land at the Asheville airport collided with a Piedmont Airlines 727 that had just taken off at about 6000 ft altitude and 8 miles south of the airport. All 84 people aboard the two planes were killed.
My cousin was spending the day with my grandmother at the time along with some other relatives and they all heard the accident. He swears that the ghost in the attic started started running about and causing all sorts of commotion.
He's a nut, though.
Interestingly, local lore has it that that accident was the reason James Taylor wrote the song "Fire and Rain". Supposedly he was in a drug rehab somewhere in/near Asheville at the time of the accident and his girlfriend was flying out after having visited. The timelines don't really match up though, so I personally think it's just another story people want to believe.
My cousin was spending the day with my grandmother at the time along with some other relatives and they all heard the accident. He swears that the ghost in the attic started started running about and causing all sorts of commotion.
He's a nut, though.
Interestingly, local lore has it that that accident was the reason James Taylor wrote the song "Fire and Rain". Supposedly he was in a drug rehab somewhere in/near Asheville at the time of the accident and his girlfriend was flying out after having visited. The timelines don't really match up though, so I personally think it's just another story people want to believe.
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Greenhorn
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The True Story of Georgia’s Corpsewood Murders
The year was 1982, and the pastoral countryside surrounding Summerville, Georgia, was about to have a national spotlight shone directly on them for the worst possible reason.
Two openly gay men were slayed in their own home with little remorse. The discovery of their bodies by a neighbor a week later would raise more questions than answers.
Devil worshipping, drug use, illicit pornography in a fairy-tale setting—what happened at Corpsewood?
While investigating the murders, law enforcement officials found two humans skulls, three vials allegedly filled with LSD-25, numerous occult tools, an extensive occult library, and homosexual pornography at Corpsewood Manor, according to newspaper reports at the time. The sheriff office of Chattooga County labelled Scudder and Odom "Devil Worshippers." Also found in the house was a painting of Scudder gagged with blood dripping from five bullet wounds, which Scudder had painted months earlier. The sheriff Gary McConnell had previously tried to bring charges against Dr. Scudder and Joseph Odom for their odd behavior, but was unable to because of freedom of religion.
Even during the police investigation, officers reported a feeling of being watched and a strange presence at Corpsewood. People who took souvenirs from the crime and house home with them reported bad luck and felt the objects were cursed. Even today, people visiting the site report shadows and apparitions believed to be Odom and Scudder. Gunshots, barking dogs, and shattering glass—as well as haunting melodies played on Scudder’s golden harp—have been heard there. After nightfall, some witnesses have claimed to see the glowing eyes of Beelzebub, one of Scudder’s mastiffs, staring at them from the woods.
During West’s confession to Chattooga County Sheriff Tony Gilleland, the suspect stated, “All I can say is they were devils and I killed them, that’s how I feel about it.”
The scariest thing about this story is even if it wasn't haunted it's still a true story of Devil worship, illicit sex, drug abuse and murder. It all happened on Taylors Ridge and the ruins of the manner are still there. I was up there last week with my dog and she absolutely would not go past the entrance to the grounds. She would run up to them and stop and turn around and run back like something was there. After doing this several times it was like whatever was there left and then she went on in. I videoed it with my phone really creepy.
You can learn more about it in the links below. And there's a lot more about it online.
http://weekinweird.com/2014/02/10/haunted-horror-the-corpsewood-murders/
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=114724659
The year was 1982, and the pastoral countryside surrounding Summerville, Georgia, was about to have a national spotlight shone directly on them for the worst possible reason.
Two openly gay men were slayed in their own home with little remorse. The discovery of their bodies by a neighbor a week later would raise more questions than answers.
Devil worshipping, drug use, illicit pornography in a fairy-tale setting—what happened at Corpsewood?
While investigating the murders, law enforcement officials found two humans skulls, three vials allegedly filled with LSD-25, numerous occult tools, an extensive occult library, and homosexual pornography at Corpsewood Manor, according to newspaper reports at the time. The sheriff office of Chattooga County labelled Scudder and Odom "Devil Worshippers." Also found in the house was a painting of Scudder gagged with blood dripping from five bullet wounds, which Scudder had painted months earlier. The sheriff Gary McConnell had previously tried to bring charges against Dr. Scudder and Joseph Odom for their odd behavior, but was unable to because of freedom of religion.
Even during the police investigation, officers reported a feeling of being watched and a strange presence at Corpsewood. People who took souvenirs from the crime and house home with them reported bad luck and felt the objects were cursed. Even today, people visiting the site report shadows and apparitions believed to be Odom and Scudder. Gunshots, barking dogs, and shattering glass—as well as haunting melodies played on Scudder’s golden harp—have been heard there. After nightfall, some witnesses have claimed to see the glowing eyes of Beelzebub, one of Scudder’s mastiffs, staring at them from the woods.
During West’s confession to Chattooga County Sheriff Tony Gilleland, the suspect stated, “All I can say is they were devils and I killed them, that’s how I feel about it.”
The scariest thing about this story is even if it wasn't haunted it's still a true story of Devil worship, illicit sex, drug abuse and murder. It all happened on Taylors Ridge and the ruins of the manner are still there. I was up there last week with my dog and she absolutely would not go past the entrance to the grounds. She would run up to them and stop and turn around and run back like something was there. After doing this several times it was like whatever was there left and then she went on in. I videoed it with my phone really creepy.
You can learn more about it in the links below. And there's a lot more about it online.
http://weekinweird.com/2014/02/10/haunted-horror-the-corpsewood-murders/
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=114724659
I know a guy who witnessed that crash as a kid, said he was riding down the road with his dad almost under it and heard the crash, saw burning debris and bodies falling from the air. He said he had nightmares for years and can still visualize it.
It`s hard to believe, but my folks never did tell ghost stories to us younguns. I don`t think they believed much in haints, and I don`t reckon I do either. I`ve never seen anything that didn`t have an explanation to it. Now I`m saying that haints and ghosts don`t exist, or that they do. Just that the unexplained has never shown itself to me.
The tales my Grandma did tell me when I was a youngun was about the giant rattlesnakes, and the wildcats and panthers that roamed the swamps, flatwoods, and pinelands all around there when she was a little girl. Those were enough to fill me with wonder.
It`s hard to believe, but my folks never did tell ghost stories to us younguns. I don`t think they believed much in haints, and I don`t reckon I do either. I`ve never seen anything that didn`t have an explanation to it. Now I`m saying that haints and ghosts don`t exist, or that they do. Just that the unexplained has never shown itself to me.
The tales my Grandma did tell me when I was a youngun was about the giant rattlesnakes, and the wildcats and panthers that roamed the swamps, flatwoods, and pinelands all around there when she was a little girl. Those were enough to fill me with wonder.
Same here.
Don't get me wrong, as a kid I loved to read books from the library or what ever scary movie might be on the 3 TV channels, and my parents did too, but they firmly instilled in us that all that was just entertainment, passed down through thousands of generations of human history. Never saw or heard any evidence to contradict that either. Plenty of panther-scream stories and such though.
(Except for my Pa-in-Law's swearing they saw some UFOs one year during the old GA State Fair in Macon. I have seen very similar to what he described at times and it was probably just a runaway silver balloon up high reflecting the light and being buffeted around in the wind.)
Dr. Strangelove
Senior Member
A family friend was on the "Rescue Squad" at the time and said it was, well kinda what you would imagine when a passenger plane essentially explodes over mile up. There are still parts of the plane out there, but the local property owners aggressivly prosecute tressspassers, I understand.
There is a bunch of information about the crash on the web, one of the more interesting is the theory the Piedmont Airlines aircraft was actually the one not where it was supposed to be and thus at fault. Apparently there may have been a fire in the cockpit ashtray (!) of the 727, distracting the pilots (as I imagine a fire in your "cockpit ashtray" would tend to do). It later came out that one of the leading NTSB investigators was the brother of the president of Piedmont Airlines (something that would not be allowed today, much like a cockpit ashtray). The case was actually reopened, but the initial findings were found to be correct. (Of course, can you imagine the lawsuits that would have opened up?) For the tinfoil hatters, the Secretary elect of the Navy was on the aircraft, picking up his daughter from a nearby summer camp and was to start his new post a couple of weeks later...
It's an interesting subject if you have connections to the area. "Cockpit Ashtray" - that sounds absurd in today's world, doesn't it? Makes about as much sense as "Cockpit Fireplace". "Stewardess, it's a bit chilly up front, can you through another log on the cockpit fireplace?"
There was also a B-25 bomber that crashed into Cold Mountain near here in 1946, killing all five on board, including an Air Force Major General. For some reason they were flying at 6,000' altitude. There are 16 mountain peaks just in this county that are over 6000' elevation.
Dr. Strangelove
Senior Member
Thy were probably meant to be flying at 6000' AGL and had their altimeter set to above sea level instead.
A flight of US Army helicopters crashed into a mountain near "World's Edge" (where I-26 hugs the mountain on the way to Greenville) doing the same thing in the 60's or 70's.
