My ten year old grandson, Michael, has lived in England for the last seven years. His Dad, my son, has been in the Air Force for thirteen years. They recently were transferred to Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland, which is the reason I am now living in Pennsylvania. Fabgrandpa and I looked for a job close to Andrews so that we could spend a little time with Michael.
Michael, his Dad and his step-mother, Sarah, came to visit us this week. We took him to Gettysburg to see the battlefields. The photo above shows him firing a cannon. The one below of him and his Dad was taken at Little Round Top, where he was reliving the battle, hiding behind the rocks while he reloaded his musket.We took him to play mini golf, and fishing in the lake here at the campground where we work. It was cold, but he never ran out of energy. He wore out four adults in the two days he was here. I was sad to see him leave, and can’t wait for him to come back. Wow, I finally get to be the FabGrandma!
Workamping
Gettysburg Ghost Tour
Wednesday night the other members of the Granite Hill Campground staff and I went on a Ghost Tour. It started out at the parking lot across the street from the National Soldiers Museum at 777 Baltimore Street in Gettysburg. Gettysburg is called the most haunted city in the United States, because so many people lost their lives here during the Battle of Gettysburg. The tour we took focused on two places, The Gettysburg Orphanage and the Jenny Wade House. The photo above is of Bob, our tour guide.
Back in the days of the civil war, if your father died, you became an orphan. The story goes that Amos Humiston, a Union soldier from upstate New York, died of his wounds on York Street, clutching a photograph of his three children. Because he had no identification on his body, and
his unit had already moved on before he died, no one knew his name. A reporter for a Philadelphia newpaper latched onto this story and turned it into a public interest story. He published the account, which was passed on to many newspapers, until it reached Humiston’s wife. She came forward to claim the photograph. The reporter then started a campaign to open an orphanage in Gettysburg to care for the children left behind by the many soldiers killed in the war. Shown above is a photo of Amos Humiston’s three children.
Philinda Humiston was named the first Matron of the orphanage, and moved with her children to Gettysburg. She was kind and took good care of the children who lived there. When she remarried, she left Gettysburg.
The new Matron, Rosa Carmichael, was an evil woman.There is evidence that Rosa shackled children with chains to the walls of the cellar. She would also chain them to a rail fence in the hot sun, leaving them all day long to suffer sunburns, with no food or water. Children were locked in outhouses and sheds on the property in the winter, forced to stay out all night in the freezing cold. The two pictures above and below show chains used to shackle the children in the dark, damp cellar of the orphanage.
Many people have claimed to have seen the ghosts of children in the cellar and yards of the orphanage house. Others have felt something tug at their hair or at their clothing while they were walking through the cellar. There are many photographs showing orbs, ectoplasma, or ghostly outlines of children that were taken at this location. Although I did not see any ghosts while there, I did feel the sadness of the place. The chains and shackles are still there.
A short walk down the street brought us to the Jenny Wade House. Jenny was a twenty year old woman, who was the only civilian casualty of the Battle of Gettysburg. She was staying with her sister, helping out because her sister had just had a baby. Jenny was in the kitchen of her sister’s house, making biscuits, when a stray bullet went the wall of the house and struck her in the back. She was found dead in the kitchen.
Because of the battle raging around them, the family laid Jenny’s body out on a slab in the cellar of the house for two days. There are many stories of Jenny’s ghost haunting this house. There was also a story told about her father, who was getting forgetful, and did not believe his daughter was dead. He would often walk into the cellar looking for her, thinking Jenny was just hiding from him. Years later, people say he still comes into the cellar looking for her.
There are also spirits of children from the orphanage across the street, who come to play in the house, because the occupants of the house during the time they were alive, were kind to them and often allowed them to come in and play there. Photographs on the walls in the Jenny Wade house show the ghostly images of children in the background and in mirrors in the house.
These last two photos were taken at the Jenny Wade House. The first one is of a depiction of Jenny’s body laid out in the cellar. The second one is part of a painting showing Jenny’s sister and other family members at her wake, while they waited for the battle to cease so they could bury her body.
I don’t know if these ghosts exist or not. I know I didn’t see any on this tour. If you are ever in Gettysburg, take the tour and decide for yourself.
Anvil Campground, Willamsburg, Virginia
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We have arrived in Pennsylvania for our job here at Granite Hill Campground. The trip up was very nice. We stopped in Concord, North Carolina the first night at Fleetwood Speedway RV Resort at the Nascar track. It is a good place to stop for the night, but I have no idea why they call it a resort. It just looks like a campground to me.
The next day we headed out to Williamsburg, Virginia. We stopped there for 3 nights at Anvil Campground. If you click on the link, you will see that they don’t have any pictures of their campground on their website. I think there is a reason for that. The place is one step away from being classified as a dump (in my opinion). It is right next to a railroad track, and trains roar by throughout the night. It sounded like those trains were going right through our bedroom. We wondered what those folks thought who were camping in tents right next to the tracks.
We met our friends Charlie and Lynn for dinner on Friday night at Outback Steakhouse. We had fun with them, they are really nice people. They said they were going to come up to Gettysburg sometime this summer. I sure do hope so. Then, on Saturday, we met Linda and Ron and Liz and Russ for breakfast at IHOP. Again, we were glad to see all of them. It was over way too soon. Linda and Ron are leaving Virginia soon for a new job in Florida. Maybe we’ll see them this winter.
After breakfast we drove down to Norfolk to visit Rebecca and see her new apartment. We went to lunch with her and Joe at a Mexican place. Then we drove out to Virginia Beach for ice cream. It seems like all we did in Virginia was eat, eat, eat. We hung out with Rebecca for the rest of the day. We got back home to the train yard about 9:30 pm, just in time for the Amtrack train.
Sunday morning when we checked the map for directions to Prince William Travel Trailer Village in Dumfries, Virginia, we realized that it was only about 40 miles south of Washington, D.C., so we called Seth and told him where we were going to be. They decided to drive down and visit with us. We have not seen them in more than 3 years. They arrived about an hour after we got to the campground. It was sooo good to see them. Michael jumped out of the car as soon as they drove up and gave FabGrandpa a big hug. I got one next, and Michael told me he missed me a lot. I met Seth’s new wife, Sarah for the first time. She is so nice! We really enjoyed seeing them. We went out to Cracker Barrel for a late lunch, then went back to the trailer to visit for a while.
On Monday, we only had about 106 miles to go, so we slept late and still got here about 2 pm. The countryside in Maryland and Pennsylvania is beautiful. There are lots of farms with silos and red barns. Even with everything still being brown from winter it is still pretty here. The lakes and ponds are all frozen over, which surprised me. I knew it would be cold, but I guess I just didn’t think about it being THAT cold.
Last night it was 10 degrees! It is supposed to snow 2-4 inches tomorrow. We went out today and filled our propane tanks. Oh, and I had sticker shock at the grocery store in town—celery was $2.89! carrots were $1.99! and 5 lbs red potatoes $3.99! Yikes!
We also had to drive over to Hanover, about 14 miles away, to go to the mall. We got lost on the way, and wound up going into an industrial area, where we saw the Snyder’s of Hanover pretzel plant. It smelled like pretzels in the air around there.
Here in Gettysburg, we have already found a farm market and an egg farm to buy fresh food. There was a nice butcher shop in Hanover near the pretzel place. (I had to go in there to ask directions after we got lost, so of course I looked around to see what they had. The meat prices in there looked pretty good.)
There is a shetland pony farm about 3 miles from here, I want to take Michael and Sarah there, and Spencer too if he gets up here this summer. And of course, there is the National Battlefield Park, and I saw a Civil War Hospital on the way to Hanover. I’m sure there are lots more things to do that I haven’t discovered yet. So, that’s it for today.
Eating our Way across America

Fabgrandpa and I have often told people in fun that we are “Eating our way across America”, but dang, I think we have outdone ourselves this week. Last Sunday night, we went out to dinner at Nick’s, a local spaghetti and steak place. There were about 12 of us there–it was supposed to be a “goodbye dinner” because Gary and Faye and Russ and Liz were leaving for the season the next day.
So, the very next night, because none of the above people actually left, we did it again at Virginia Street Cafe. Since my daughter was visiting from Norfolk, she went with us both times. Now, this group of people is loud, and sometimes rowdy, but we have a good time. Gary and Faye and Russ and Liz finally left on Tuesday morning. Gary and Faye went to Unicoi State Park in Georgia, where Fabgrandpa and I will be headed tomorrow. Russ and Liz went to Ft. Worth, Texas.
We let it rest for one night, then on Wednesday, 7 of us–me and Fabgrandpa, Charlie and Lynn, and the other Russ and Mary went to Cocomo’s in Deltaville. Cocomo’s is THE BEST SEAFOOD PLACE in the Northern Neck of Virginia. We had to drive 22 miles to get there, but we have trekked over there at least once a month since we found out about the place. We also took Jay, the new manager guy, with us. We raised a glass in toast to our friendship (ok, so we only raised the glass to our mouths and drank, there was no actual toasting). We were loud, rowdy, and had a very good time, again. Said our goodbye’s. Again. On the way home, I told Fabgrandpa, “We have to eat at home from here on out because I want to have room in the freezer for a dozen crab cakes from Something Different to take home with me.” And he said, “Yes Dear”.
So, I am standing there washing the dishes (you ask how could I possibly have dishes to wash with all this eating out?) and getting ready to cook some chicken and rice for dinner on Sunday afternoon, when there is a loud knock on the door, and there stands Lynn, IN THE RAIN, asking us if we want to go out to Nick’s tonight. OK, she twisted our arms, ever so slightly. And so, we were out to eat last night, AGAIN, saying goodbye, AGAIN. This time it was me and Fabgrandpa, Lynn and Charlie, and Mary and Russ. I really love this bunch of people. We will be back up here in March, and I as I told Lynn, be ready to go out to Virginia Street Cafe the first Monday night after we get here. Maybe before that…
Time to Go
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I had to go down to the dock to get my crab trap out of the water for the last time on Tuesday afternoon. The view from the dock was wonderful, all reds and oranges from the leaves changing. I had to go back home to get my camera. This first photo, in case you have never seen one, is of my crab trap sitting on the dock. It is so sad to think there will be no more crabs until next year!
This next photo is taken over by the employee parking lot down by Robinson’s Creek. The dock you see there is on the other side of the creek. My friend Lynn and I drove around for about an hour in the golf cart taking pictures of the entire place.
I didn’t expect it to be so busy here this time of year. We had two Halloween weekends, with tons of campers coming for the “Haunted Hayrides” on Saturday nights. On the last weekend before Halloween, there was a costume contest. All the kids and a lot of the adults were in cotume all day. One cute little boy about 5 years old had on a power ranger costume with padding in it to make him look like he had big muscles. And one pregnant woman was dressed as an oven, and her hubby had on a chef hat! How cute is that?
Last weekend the town of Urbanna had their 49th annual Oyster Festival. We had 705 arrivals in two days. We were hopping busy but it was not really that bad. All of the us who work here were really amazed at how smoothly it went for us. The festival lasts two days. They had about 90,000 people there for the event.
Rebecca came up to visit us on Sunday, and we went out to eat with our co-workers that night. There were about 12 of us in all, and we laughed all evening. Then, we did it again on Monday night before Rebecca went home. Two of the couples we worked with left on Tuesday morning. Gary and Faye went to Unicoi State Park in Georgia, and Liz and Russ went to Ft. Worth, Texas to work at Cowtown RV Park for the winter. Fabgrandpa and I will be leaving this coming Tuesday to join Gary and Faye at Unicoi. We worked there last winter and loved it there. It is about 10 miles from Fabgrandpa’s parents house. I’ll be there in time to cook Thanksgiving dinner for them. We’ll be back here on the river next season, though. Working here has been really fun.
Autumn On The River

The leaves are turning to autumn colors beautifully here at the Rivah! These are down by the dock behind the campstore. Across Robinson’s creek, they are gorgeous!
This is the view from the employee parking lot where I work. It is the first thing I see every morning right before I go to work. This is one of the reasons I love working here.
Weather or Not
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We had a another very busy weekend here at the campgound. It was the annual Down on the Rivah Rally,which included a dinner on Friday night, followed by a concert with a country music band; breakfast on Saturday; an all-you-can-eat steamed crab feast on Saturday night; and breakfast on Sunday morning. There was also an RV show in the park for the weekend, with several dealerships from the area displaying new travel trailers, 5th wheels, and park model trailers for sale. And there were supposed to be river cruises on the company boat.
However, there was that bit of weather known in this area as a “nor-easter”, that dumped several inches of rain and brought 30 mile per hour winds on Friday. The front stalled in Virginia and dumped even more rain on us on Saturday. So, with about 220 rv’s scheduled to arrive Thursday and Friday, and water standing in a lot of campsites, it made for a lot of work just to get the people parked when they arrived. We only had about 20 “no-shows”, which was pretty good, considering…
Most of the rain was about 30 miles west of us along the route of I-64 from Norfolk to Richmond. They were getting about 4″ of rain PER HOUR! Because it was to the west of us, we only got about 4″ of rain in two days, but the flooding in other areas caused a lot of our campers to have trouble getting here with roads flooded or washed out, and they had to make detours. The rain and high wind along with the October full moon caused a really high tide for this time of year and our dock where the boats come in was under water for about two days!!!
We all had to work long hours. I opened the office on Thurs, Fri and Sat at 7:45 am, and worked there until 5 pm. On Friday night, I went over to the Group Rally Center next door and worked on the serving line until 7pm. On Saturday, I worked until 2pm in the office, then went to the GRC and worked on the serving line from 5:45 til 9:oo pm. It was fun though, and even though I was tired, I had a good time doing it. After we finished serving the crab feast on Saturday night, the manager gave each of us a flat of crabs, which is about 18 or so steamed crabs. My friend Lynn gave hers to me because she doesn’t eat them. I took them home and cracked off the shells, and put the legs and and meaty little crab bodies in the fridge. It makes them take up less space in the fridge if the shells are taken off. So now I just have to eat them all!!! 🙂 I just LOVE steamed crabs!!!
The boat rides up the Rappahanock River had to be cancelled on Friday and Saturday. On Sunday, Fabgrandpa and a couple other guys were hard at work pulling the floating dock by hand out to the boat (with people on it) so they could board the boat for the cruise cr1st.That was the only way they could get people on the boat. I have posted a pic so you can maybe see what I am talking about. It was like he was pulling a ferry from the boat ramp out to the boat. Anyway, he was having a good time doing it, bare feet and all.
The Univited Guest
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At the place where we are working this year, there are ten other couples and a few single work campers. We get together often at someone’s campsite for a campfire or cookout after work.
One night a few weeks ago, we were celebrating the fact that we had made it through Labor Day Weekend and survived. (It doesn’t take much for us to have a reason to celebrate!) We each took a covered dish, something to drink (wink!) and brought our own meat to put on the grill. Someone put on some music and some people were dancing. It was just a very good party–until a skunk wandered up to the campfire. What a hoot! I have never seen some of those folks move so fast!






