Three Days At Gettysburg In 1863

 

Today marks the second of three days of conflict we know as the Battle of Gettysburg, fought July 1-3, 1863. On this day Little Round Top, Devil's Den, Wheatfield, Culp's Hill, Peach Orchard, and Cemetery Hill become place names embedded in our history. One could say this battle had two endings. First the battle itself ended in a loss for the Confederate States of America. And second it was the last time the Confederacy would attempt to carry the war into a northern state. A year later in August 1864 the Union unconditionally controlled the Mississippi River and relentlessly pressed Confederate forces in Virginia. In the Deep South, General Sherman's army devastated Atlanta. Six months later, he would be in Savannah and poised to destroy the remains of the Confederacy as he moved north through the Carolinas.

The American Civil War is a perennial but fading topic in our history. Indeed, it did preserve the Union as President Abraham Lincoln intended and left us with any number of both good and bad consequences in our national experience. Regarding those consequences, we should not expect otherwise as that is the way events unfold in the great wheel of history. And so it is with our great wheels of personal experience.

Now in the midst my seventh decade immersed in all of this I'm a bit surprised and certainly privileged to have experienced Gettysburg at 100 and 150. The place is a personal holy ground because three people cared.

The Old Ranger and his dad at Gettysburg National Military Park in 1954

First of all. my parents always loved being in nature and its historical overlay. Living in the Potomac River watershed afforded our family many opportunities to enjoy any number of places of national significance. As is often the case, first impressions become lasting ones. I was seven years old when we spent a long weekend exploring almost every foot of Gettysburg National Military Park. It was a fascinating experience and I still have the souvenirs to prove it.

The Old Ranger and his mom at Gettysburg National Military Park in 1954

About six years later I met George Landis, the third person in this story. Landis taught middle school history and social studies on the eve of the Civil War Centennial in 1959. A Pennsylvanian with a love of history and basketball he devoted almost an entire school year to the study of the Civil War. He was a superb teacher, highly animated and far ahead of his time. He focused on experiential learning that took his students beyond lectures into the world of original sources, multimedia, role-playing, critical thinking and more. I recall fondly seeing every blackboard in his classroom filled with detailed maps of battles, each carefully drawn and labelled with colored chalk. A little more than a decade after my year with Landis, I began a long and rewarding career immersed in experiential learning in the sacred places and histories preserved in our national parks. Although I've been out of national park traces for over fifteen years the study of the American experience they inspired is very much alive and well.

There will be tens of thousands of people visiting Gettysburg this week as well as many thousands of volunteers recreating and commemorating the events that took place there. There will be lasting impressions made this week about the sacrifices, the consequences, and the wheels of history both national and personal. Somewhere in the crowd there will be a seven year-old with a new enthusiasm for this defining moment in our national experience. It is reassuring to know the commemorative landscape at Gettysburg, with the pride and serenity of an old veteran, will be waiting there to welcome him on his return visit in 2063 to recall the battle in it's bicentennial year.