|Eerily chilling when you think about|
how many men died here.
Volunteers stuff little white paper sacks with sand and electric candles, then drop them every ten feet or so on both sides of the road (I think it's about a five mile loop). One for each dead, missing, or wounded soldier at the battle of Wilson's Creek on August 10, 1861. A guy in Confederate dress played 'Taps' on the bugle, they lit the first candle and opened the gate.
|The luminary path leading up to the Ray House|
This is one of the lanterns on the path up to the house. They had carolers in costume on the porch singing authentic Christmas carols from the period.
We only saw one guy dressed as a soldier. The year we went before there were Federal "troops" all over the place, even sitting out at the tour stop known as Siegel's Final Position around a camp fire despite the cold. I'm guessing they had a tough time getting volunteers this year.
It was difficult getting into the Ray House with all the other visitors, but I managed to get some shots of what it looked like inside during the times. Here you go:
|A bureau inside the master bedroom of the house. Love the|
lantern shadow on the wall.
|Desks inside the house.|
If you care to squint at the photos, you can see their things are nice. They didn't skimp on their belongings. I was trying to figure out why they needed two desks. Lots of letters to write?
|The cellar where the woman hid beneath the house. No thank you.|
|Looking in from the outside. Those are real people, not ghosts.|
|A gas lamp inside the house. Doesn't that looks like ever|
so much fun to read and do chores by?
I tried to take pictures of the luminaries from the road, but they didn't come out good. Too many taillights and too much darkness. But it was both cool and a little creepy because you look at all those little white bags with candles inside and realize how many men died there. Late in the evenings during the summer, it gets a little spooky out there if you're on your own. Especially if the wind is blowing and making the trees creak. I swear I've heard horses where there were none (horseback riding is allowed in the park), and one time a bunch of turkey hidden in the brush chased me away from where Lyon was fatally wounded because I thought someone was after me.
I let my membership to the park lapse this year. Walking up to the Ray House reminded me how much I missed hiking out there this summer. Must remember to reapply for membership. Provided it's not a million degrees again like last summer.
Happy Monday, kids!