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January 1, 2015

“In great deeds, something abides.

On great fields something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear, but spirits linger, to consecrate the ground for the vision-place of the soul. And reverent men and women from afar and generations that know us not and that we know not of, shall come here to ponder and to dream and the power of the vision shall pass into their souls." ~ Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain1828-1914 Via True North

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Spoken by a man whose deeds were great.

Posted by: Casey Klahn [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 1, 2015 10:23 AM

Once when vacationing in that area, I did exactly that sort of pondering and dreaming, at the Wheat Field, at Devil's Den, and especially at Little Round Top. Chamberlain was right, there is something almost mystical about the place.

Posted by: waltj [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 1, 2015 12:05 PM

It helps, there's a bunch of tombstones all over the place.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 1, 2015 1:28 PM

I made a pilgrimage to Brunswick ME to the grave of Joshua Chamberlain, visited his house (preserved as a museum but prior to that it was a student dorm).

At the gravesite I added to the tradition of leaving a coin as a remembrance. On top of his stone was a line of coins, some I recognized some I didn't.

Did you know that he died of his Civil War wounds? Forty years later. The door knobs in his house were at the level of his hips. He was unable to bend. Fifty caliber ball does that to you. He lived into the twentieth Century and died while working (?) as a port inspector in Portland.

Posted by: Onthenorthriver [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 1, 2015 4:21 PM

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