Gilboa's Haunted Cholera Cemetery

Feeling weary of our never-ending pandemic lives?  The fatigue was well known to our ancestors, who suffered infectious diseases with even less knowledge and fewer treatments than we have available today.

The tiny town of Gilboa, Ohio in Putnam County holds key information as to how just one small community confronted the unseen microbe causing Cholera, an intestinal illness leading to dehydration and death.  Come hear the tales of one ordinary 19th century cemetery said to contain a mass grave of child victims of the disease.  Hear the story of one local resident, Nancy Kline, and the disembodied words she heard while investigating the place.

Come hear the historic and epic tale of one immigrant physician, Dr. Gustavus Thatye, and his valiant attempts to save those who couldn’t flee the village.  He gave all he had, including his life, in support of the country to which he didn’t yet belong.

Our fight against infectious disease has been going on for ages.  Come learn what the spirits of yesteryear have to teach us.

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Hello and welcome to Ohio folklore. I'm your host Melissa Davies. Today, we're exploring a little known legend from roll Northwest Ohio. It offers a tantalizing view into not only our complicated past as Ohioans, but a new perspective on our present moment. A tiny 19th century cemetery of only about 24 registered plots lies dormant at the intersection of us to 24 and county road five F and Putnam County. Scattered tombstones are broken and worn down from the region's seasonal weather extremes. At first glance, this graveyard is not unlike countless others across our state. It contains the remains of earlier Ohioans who once trod the ground beneath our feet. There are graves, only a fraction of which are marked are a reminder of lives once lived. Perhaps that's why so many folktales originate from cemeteries. Because while they represent Deus ever present truth, they also represent something of the past. They represent lessons learned from those who've gone before us. One of the things I've enjoyed most about researching Ohio's folk legends, is discovering compelling histories which lie just under the surface of fantastic claims. More often than not, what I've come to understand about folklore is that the seed of a legend is usually planted by a true and captivating story. That seed grows and evolves, taking on shapes that reflect our deepest desires and fears. As is the case with most such things, we add our own embellishments. We speculate and fill in missing pieces with our own dramatic tales. And thus a legend takes root, reflecting a place and a people, their values and their struggles, their shortcomings, and their most ardent hopes. Today's tale is a reflection of that magical process taking generations to evolve. And like most folktales with a little digging and a rewinding of the clock. We separate conjecture from historical facts. What's revealed is often more powerful than we even imagined. I'm talking about haunted Colorado cemetery in Gilboa, Ohio. The tale as passed around by locals is that this small nondescript graveyard, with only a dozen or so scattered tombstones remaining is spilling over with the ghosts of children. These little ones caught in the grips of an infectious disease, no one understood that their fate there in the tiny village of Gilboa, the only home they ever knew. Legend has it that long after the sunsets every evening, small voices emanate in the darkness. These disembodied calls are known to come from the rear of the cemetery, where it's believed that an unmarked mass children's grave is located. Some claim to hear laughter in the sounds of children playing. Others claim to hear the distinct visceral cries of young ones and distress. This legendary story has held now for more than a century. Ghost Hunters and history buffs alike know all too well the claims of this tiny cemetery, situated not far from a towering grain elevator, amid flattened fields and forests. As we're getting more acquainted with this little known location, let's hear from a local herself. Nancy Klein, a semi retired writer for the Putnam County Sentinel, shares a passion for both the lore and the history of the place. She's a member of the Putnam County Historical Society, and graciously agreed to share both her knowledge and experience of this speck of a graveyard. Luckily for us, she and her grandson once decided to do a little amateur paranormal investigation there. Although previous attempts at ghost hunting and other cemeteries proved fruitless, they encountered unique and unexplainable experiences at the Colorado cemetery. Could that mean that these legendary claims told round campfires and dinner tables are true? I'll let her tell you for herself and you can decide come hear her story. I am Nancy Klein and I moved to Putnam County in 1974 When I got married And I only lived a couple miles from the cemetery. And one of the first times I heard quite a bit about it was I worked at a newspaper, I became editor and we had a historian that wrote for it called people in places. And she wrote about the cemetery and what supposedly has happened. I wish to this day I, if I find that book, I think I can. It's called people in places, but she wrote about it. That's how I got interested in it. And then, you know, just talking to people, my husband had first lived growing up close to that cemetery, my sister in law would tell me stories about it. You know, and I just heard a lot of people talking. What were some of the stories that were shared? That video story was that several kids died in a call or cemetery, and that they had been buried in a mass grave to the back of the cemetery. Afterwards, a lot of people would report hearing kids cry. I never heard him say that they heard kids play that they would report that they heard kids cry. I had a friend that experienced that. She was very specific. She had two young grandsons in the pickup, and she had parked a sight and they were sound asleep. And it's, you know, it's kind of in the country. She parked there, and she had the window shut. And she said, I walked to the back of the cemetery, Nancy to kind of look if there was any stones. And all of a sudden, I heard crying. She said, so I assumed my grandson had woke up. She said, I went running across the cemetery to the truck, and they were still sounded late. She said that I can still hear that crying kids. She said that was just fear. Right? So for her, it was no doubt that it was a child crying. It's not like maybe it could have been like a bird in the distance or something. I mean, it was no, no. And that's one thing. I always look around there, if there's trees or anything, you know what I mean? That would call it that noise. But she said no, she specifically heard kids crying. And it startled her because she thought they were sound asleep that she went running across there, cuz she thought they were crying, and they weren't crying, they were still sleeping. So you know, I have gone out there myself and done reading things. And it's, I don't know if you want to hear about that. But it was very interesting. So I would love to hear about what your experience was. Well, I went out there with my grandchildren. And we took some equipment along, we kind of like we get into kind of seeing anything with EVPs and EMF. And when we got out of the car, here, we were at the edge of the cemetery. And we got absolutely no readings. And we got to the back of the cemetery where supposedly the mass graves were in it went crazy. So I said we there's got to be it was the electromagnetic readings, tester. And I said, There's got to be some wires around here, electrical wires, and we looked and we saw nothing. And we walked to the front and it would drop down, we'd walk to the back. So we did the thing. It was where I don't know, if you I have a thing that does EVP Electronic Voice Phenomenon. And that was it kind of spooked us both out. Because we said let's try to talk and see if anybody will answer. You know, just just out of curiosity. And I said, you know, is there anybody here? Are you okay? And there was nothing and, and then all of a sudden I said, What did you die of? And the word came across sickness. And that was just weird. And I said, Do you miss your mother? And it said, feature school. So I've been trying to do research to see if there was a school there that the kid lives. In yesterday, I thought, you know, I've been out there a few times, I'm going to go back and some third talk to you. And I went to two cemeteries and I went to that cemetery. And electromagnetic field once again, it's very busy. Okay. I didn't get much as far as voices. So I went to a cemetery where my mother was very, it was just quiet. The whole cemetery, no electric magnetic field. But here's something I don't know if anyone's ever told you this. There was a stone out there. And it says children of and it has jazz and CA French. And underneath it, it says and other friends. So that makes me wonder if that was a cell for some of the kids. I don't know. I've never really noticed that. You know, that was at the cholera Summit. Yeah, that's the color cemetery. I took a picture of it. I can even send it to you. It says children up and gas and see a stretch. So I'm trying to do a genealogy search. And underneath that it says and other friends. I thought that is weird. Yeah, well, you know, it's funny you say that cuz I've been looking on the Find A Grave website, which lists all the registered burials in the cemetery. And there are two children's named French, that were buried in the Colorado cemetery, one in 1848, and another in 1855. And what I've been learning about the cholera outbreaks around that time, is that they weren't successive. So there was a big one in 1852 and Gilboa, but it wasn't the first. And I wondered about that. Yeah, I wondered. And I asked the lady from the genealogy. I saw her yesterday when I was working at the library, because they did all the cemetery books for the county. And I said, Did you do one for cholera? She said, No, we never did one for cholera cemetery. So they I wanted to ask, you know, I'm jumping back here, the device that you use for the ebp Was that like a handheld recorder or what? Yeah, it was on my phone. But I find it interesting, because I've used it in different cemeteries, there's one over by Reimer that's supposed to be on it, and it gets very busy there. You know, I mean, I go into other cemeteries and it's quiet, and I try to look for the cause I'm kind of a skeptic on some stuff. I looked for electrical wires and, and everything. So I don't really have an explanation. But I found it interesting that and I was trying to find my grandson saved that recording, I'm gonna have to see if he has it, because it was very interesting, because it was kind of, you know, saying it did die, but whatever it was, and then it said, school and teacher. Yeah, school and teacher. That's what I was trying to find, because we were trying to do research to see if there was, and I'm pretty sure there was a school around there at that time that I'm trying to research on, you know, but I thought that was interesting to say that this tile or whatever was missing or feature, which could be a possibility, you know? Yeah, if you're able to find any of that, I would love to learn more about it. It's, it's intriguing. I will, I will. And another thing you asked about zooming graves, is heard that, but my thing was talking to people around there. They tell me the opposite. They say that people always warn never dig in that grave, because there's always the fear that it would release the camaraderie. That was the talk in that area. I don't know, they may have exhumed graves, but they should around there. People were should never dig in that grave. In that cemetery. I did come across. I don't know if you've seen this, this an article that was published in 1933. And what is now the Finley courier. And it was written by the postmaster of Gilboa. And he was recounting the history of the epidemic. And one of the details he included there was that when people did die, that they buried them very quickly. Because they were afraid of the elements. That's what I was told they would bury them quickly. Yeah, like within hours of their death. And so, you know, this was really intriguing stuff. Because when I first started looking, I'd assumed that it was just the outbreak that happened in 1852. And there's only one grade and the color is cemetery of a woman who died in 1852. It was in August, which is when the outbreak was happening. Yeah, the problem is, there was more gravestones in the past. If you watch some videos, more gravestones were a little bit more visible. But I think they have had grass grow over them and been mowed over and stuff. But there was one site I found that had like five names listed. So I'm like you I don't find much. Even yesterday, I walked around and looked. I saw about Well, there was the Revolutionary War soldier and you don't see many specific 1852. Yeah. But you're saying that there there has been a rumor that there was a mass grave? Shelter? Yeah, that was a mass grave toward the back. Okay. And that's where you got the EDP. That's where I would get that. And then I did research on the Harmon cemetery as well, which has a number of grades that are right around August 1852, which we know are cholera victims. In the the names line up with the article from 1933 that was written by the postmaster. Okay. So really, at first glance There's many more graves registered graves anyway, and Harmon cemetery than in the Colorado sanitary. But what I think is happening here, like I mentioned is that there were earlier Ark outbreaks. Like in 1848. That is entirely possible. So you know, with a story of the kind of gravity and how it would shock a community, I can see where there's been a lore that surrounded it. And you how that would promote people trying to make sense of it, which I think is sometimes how this kind of folktale again. Yeah. And it's interesting that it might at least is lining up with some of the things that you're experiencing when you're going to the location. Like I said, I just, I've always curious about that. And I'd like to, I've gone out with professional Ghost Hunters a couple times, and I've never been out there with one, I would love to have somebody go out there and do that, that I've seen some of the stuff that they look into. And like I said, I do believe in ghosts. But I have some things when somebody sends a picture rover with a few white spots on it. I'm a little bit of a skeptic. But I have going out with them. I have seen things that I find very unusual set the best way to put it. Yeah, if you're cautious, a skeptic, but you have some open mindedness to encountering something. Yeah. Which I think a lot of people have that kind of mindset. I think sometimes to think that we have it all figured out. We know how everything works. This is a bit presumptuous. There's a thing out there that we don't know about. We just have to have an open mind of what we don't know. There's some real value in that. Now, that doesn't mean that you assume everything as it goes, like you said that you try to be deliberate about, you know, other explanations, and what might explain things, but there's gray areas. And that's where I think folklore really takes root. Is when you just can't quite explain something. Yeah. So, you know, you mentioned that you've been doing some research in Audibel there on the Spanish flu, going through these kinds of histories, does it shift the way that you're thinking about COVID? And what we're going through? Yeah, I guess, I think I respect that. People that look back, like at 1918. And look at what worked and what didn't work. And I think that, that has helped some people, including some politicians address nowadays issue and I respect them for that, because I, I'm, yeah, I did a lot of reading up on the 1918. And they use a mask and Alec spread and how some towns would shut down businesses. And interesting enough, you know, it parallels so much what happened here, in this pandemic, and it was it's just interesting to compare, you know, and, and for some people to be able to look back in history and learn from that and learn from the mistakes. Yeah, I think it makes me respect it more, you know, expect some people that look at history and say, okay, you know, this town didn't shut down and they had a whole bunch of people die. And this town did they were very cautious when they did this. And so they cut it down. And you know, it was it's just interesting to do the parallels. The parallels are hard to miss. When we consider the pandemic we've all been facing for more than a year. It's easy to see how our ability to relate to such a story as this has forever deepened. Too many of us have lost friends and family to COVID the cholera of our day. At first COVID was largely an unknown quantity. We bought out store shelves of toilet paper and Lysol wipes, only to learn much later that this unseen virus hung in the very air we breathe. And just like our forebears before us, we learned more and more about this disease through the painful process of trial and error. No doubt, we're learning still. So let's take this opportunity to consider how another group of Ohioans from a bygone era coped with an infectious deadly illness. As with most Ohio folklore episodes, I've uncovered historical details that reveal yet again, the strengths and shortcomings of the people from which so many of us are descended. And once you get a feel for the gravity of the story, you'll come to see why something of its emotions remain. Perhaps it's that intensity of loss, the kind that permeates a place that invites forlorn spirits to linger long after their earthly presence has faded away. In 1915, author George Kinder published a book called The history of Putnam County, it's people's industries and institutions. At the time, survivors of cholera from Gilboa were still alive to tell their tales. It was a valuable find in my research on the subject, and the one source that offered insight into cases of the illness, which occurred well before the publicized 1852 outbreak. from about 1840 to 1850, the village of Gilboa had become the most thriving town in all of Putnam County. It laid claim to the first brick structure within the county, a hotel, as well as the county's largest general store. Local residents included among them doctors, a tavern owner, vergence attorneys, and elected officials. It's estimated that the populace had grown to a whopping 600 people. Putnam County's largest community at the time, when the first cases of the dreaded disease began showing up. Kenda writes that in 1848, an outbreak swept through the village. Interestingly, I was unable to find accounts of this in the local newspapers. The theory, given how feared cholera had been at the time was that the story was not reported on so as to avoid inducing panic among the public. Gilboa was a growing and prosperous community on the cusp of positioning itself as the county seat. If word got out about the dreaded mysterious disease, which had been known to decimate communities all over the country, Guilbeau was growth opportunities would cease. But while the secret could be kept from those outside guilbeault as reach, sicknesses, and eventual deaths of one's healthy neighbors became plain to those living there. Early settlers told Kinder stories of the horrible sufferings and painful deaths of cholera victims. And so just what happens to a person so unlucky to contract this disease. What we know now is that cholera is a bacterial infection of the small intestine. It can range in severity from mild to fatal. In more severe cases, continuous vomiting and excessive diarrhea lead to dehydration. victims suffer great muscle cramps, sunken eyes, and a bluish hue to their skin. symptoms begin anywhere from two hours to five days following exposure. This dreadful disease, although uncommon, in the developed world today, is still known to infect three to 5 million people per year across the globe. Although rarely spread from person to person, the primary source of infection is the ingestion of food or drink which contains the bacterium Vibrio cholera Ray. This knowledge would first come to light in 1854, when London epidemiologist John Snow traced the deadly microbe to a single pump within the city's water system. But in the years before that discovery, and a small but growing Northwestern Ohio village, this terrifying illness was a complete mystery. One by one, those down the street, or perhaps within a single family home began showing signs. There was no way to know whether one person their spouse, or worst of all their children would be next. And this is how I believe Guilbeau as cholera cemetery first came to be, by the mid 19th century, cholera cemeteries were common in many communities across the country. Within Ohio, both Cincinnati and Sandusky maintain theirs to this day. Whenever the disease took hold within a city, it swept through so quickly and killed so many that an entire cemetery had to be dedicated to the sheer number of victims. mass graves were often necessary as the supply of caskets soon dwindled to nothing. tombstones were often forgotten due to the mounting expenses and lack of supply. These details fit the description provided us by Nancy Klein. Although only 24 registered plots are listed on official records. It's quite possible perhaps even probable that untold numbers of victims including children, are buried beneath the rich Ohio soil of Gil boas, Colorado cemetery. As a side note, if you'd like to see a grant example of a color a cemetery, be sure to visit the one and see duskie located ironically near the city's wastewater treatment plant. So the assumption here is that some untold number of Guilbeau residents, many of them children, had to be buried quickly in the small cemetery just north of town. The earliest registered plot within its borders was that of Samuel Hickerson Jr. Born in Maryland, and 1765 died and Gilboa in 1834. No registered burials were made there for another seven years, indicating that this pioneer may have simply been buried on his own property, which was later converted to a cemetery. Of the 24 registered plots and total four children. One boy and three girls ranging in age from one to eight years were buried in 1848. And as Nancy noted, the tombstone of two children from the French family, Elijah and Margaret, included the inscription and other friends, is this brief phrase evidence of the supposed mass grave of children that lies feet below the grass that now blows with every passing storm? While signs point to a cover up of the disease and Gilboa as early as 1848 There is no uncertainty as to the devastating outbreak that happened there four years later, in 1852. Just imagine having witnessed so many neighbors and friends succumbed to the disease, and then four years later, learning that the deadly scourge you thought was finally gone, had returned. any pretense of concealing the disaster would have been lost and the absolute fear of what was sure to come. It's estimated that of Guilbeau was once several 100 residents, only about 40 would remain in the village. The following account is taken from an article written by the postmaster of Gilboa DL Spangler in the morning Republican on August 31 1933, someone of a local historian, Spangler had described his terrible past as one of the most tragic stories in all of Putnam County's history at that time. And in true narrative form, he offers a summary of how many locals their stories passed down by their descendants, suffered this dreadful disease, and lost loved ones to it. It all began with one Guilbeau or resident known only by a surname Sam Chol, a German immigrant and the town's local grocer. He lived in the brick hotel I mentioned earlier. One summer's day in early August 1852, he hitched a team of horses to an empty wagon and headed for Sandusky, a lakeside town nearly 80 miles away. After loading up with supplies, which likely included fish caught on Erie shores, he returned home, Sam shell began showing symptoms of the disease within hours of His return. All Gill Bowens knew the signs to well, and the diagnosis was swift. He was dead soon after. Four Psalm show got the blame for bringing the disease once again within guilbeault was borders. However, let's remember that this disease generally did not transmit from person to person. We know Sandusky and other Lake Erie communities suffered multiple cholera outbreaks from the late 1840s through the early 1850s. This is likely attributed to the prevalence of the Vibrio cholera a bacterium which thrives and untreated seafood. What likely happened is that some chill ingested some contaminated food or water while he was there, which is believable given the long hot trip it would have been for him. In addition, any contaminated food supplies, which were then brought back would have ignited a firestorm of the disease within the tiny village. And yet, let's remember, it would be another two years before the world would come to understand this disease. Most importantly, that it was spread through contaminated food and drink. unwitting residents of the town surely went about drinking and eating in the ways they always had, such as how epidemics spread uncontrolled in early phases. The news of samples death spread like lightning through the town, everyone who had the means to do so fled. This included the merchants, the lawyers, and even three of the six physicians who were there. This left about 40 Poor souls, those with the least means and likely the poorest health. If you didn't have a horse or somewhere else to go, you were stuck left to your own devices to battle the stealthy sickness that was picking off people you knew and saw every day. There were some tales, however, of those who chose to stay on purpose. One was the account of a Mr. Jack stout, the local pharmacist who invited anyone to come drink of the whiskey and wine and his store. without charge. He was sure it was both a preventative and a cure for the scourge of false claim that had been touted in newspapers across the country. As soon as the victims had come to the illness, their corpse was rushed for burial for fear of whatever germ that caused cholera would breed and grow within the dead body. Luckily, by 1852, the Harmon cemetery just west of town had expanded in size and could accommodate some of the total number of 14 victims, who would all die within the span of a couple of weeks old and young alike were taken equally by this disease. Those who recovered and those who succumbed were determined by some unknown fate, operating beyond the reach of the few who remained to treat them. One such person, a true hero, whose story deserves to be told is that of Dr. Gustavus date. This Hungarian born immigrant was one of three doctors who abandoned their own self interest and stayed to help the afflicted. The other two who stayed or Dr. T Paul, and Dr. LW Mo, three of their colleagues and fellow Guilbeau residents chose to run. The story I'm about to tell you of this selfless young man, Dr. sate is accounted for in the historical record. It's just one more example of how our nation a country of immigrants and indigenous people alike, dared the unknown frontier. Many lost their lives in the process. At least we haven't lost his story as well. Before immigrating to the US Gustavus state was a known friend of the leader of the Hungarian democratic revolution, Louis Casa Casa was widely known and admired by the English speaking world on account of his speeches which he delivered in English. He was a known freedom fighter and a champion of democracy within Europe at large. He was so beloved among Americans of the mid 19th century, that his bronze bust can still be found within the walls of the US Capitol building with an inscription, father of Hungarian democracy, Hungarian statesman, freedom fighter 1848 to 1849. Our doctor sate had been an ardent follower and supporter of Louis casa. He served as a field medic for Hungarian troops at the Battle of Temmuz bar. He was ultimately captured by forces of the Austrian Empire. In the end, the Austrians proved victorious, and the fledgling Hungarian democratic revolution failed. Dr. sate, one of many captured prisoners, was then exiled to another young democracy, that of the United States. Specifically, he would land in the frontier of the Ohio Valley. He would come to make Gilboa his home, and was given a foothold in his new life when the kiss birth family took him in, taught him English, and acclimated him to the ways and culture of Northwestern Ohio. He would come to repay Gobo his kindness many fold. His experience fighting cholera on the battlefields of Europe was invaluable. In fact, he was the only one of the three remaining doctors who had ever treated it. His firsthand knowledge proved life saving. Those who have benefited from his care describes him as untiring in his efforts in the week before he himself would succumb to the disease. He went without sleep in order to treat his patients. Five of a total of 19 of them would indeed recover and live to tell the tale. When he finally contracted cholera himself, his illness was thankfully Swift, lasting not more than two days before it took him. He was 32 years old. Dr. Dates grave can be found within Guilbeau as Harmon cemetery. Sadly, the tombstone is broken, and only one piece bears his partial name. It now leans against John kispert gravestone, that of the man who took him into his Home. Another stone lying flush with the ground bears the epitaph written by Anna kiss birth, John's wife she had written on hungry sunny plains. He bore the standard high, but death the exile claims and beneath this stone he lies. Dr. Gustavus state had fought valiantly for the cause of democracy and freedom in his own country, only to lose that country and be sent to another 1000s of miles across the sea. He then landed in a wild frontier, which posed untold dangers, perhaps the worst of which was a disease not fully understood. When tested, he didn't flee the people he could have viewed as strangers. Not yet a citizen, but a refugee in a foreign land. He stayed. He risked his own life and lost it for the sake of others. Ohioans now buried and go Boas to cemeteries. May we all aspire to that type of fierce love and devotion to our fellow man. Uncovering the details of this legendary story has stirred something unexpected in me, perhaps is the combination of the supreme sacrifice with the zeitgeist of the time we're in. For more than a year, we have all suffered a once mysterious insidious disease. Some of us have panicked, some of us have touted unproven cures and solutions. All of us have had our lives changed in ways we couldn't have imagined. On one thing we can agree however, it's times of crisis like this, that reveal our true character. For some, the marginalized who have the least protections, infectious disease runs unchecked, and unrestrained. Those with the means to do so flee and find protection. And then there's another category of people, perhaps the rarest of them all. Those like Dr. Fate, who are devoted to causes larger than themselves, they give all they have to the greater good. The same can be said for countless healthcare workers around the world, many of whom have given their lives and their efforts to save others. It's a lesson that feels new to us today. Yet, it's a lesson repeated many times over the centuries. So in honor of Dr. State, and the myriad of heroic health care workers through the ages, I've created a GoFundMe account. The aim is to construct a new memorial tombstone worthy of his selfless efforts and of the life he gave in service of our ancestors. It will proclaim His name and offer some insight as to the gift of His knowledge and expertise in the face of almost certain death. Please search your heart and consider donating any amount to help achieve the goal of preserving this important legacy. A link to the GoFundMe donation page will be included in the shownotes thank you kindly for your generous donations to this legendary cause. Today, the tiny village of Gilboa holds about 180 residents, the most visible features the towering silver grain elevator, situated on the only main highway that runs through the community, US Route 224. Another feature which is hard to miss is an oversized statue of a steer another testament to the region's reliance on its primary industry, agriculture. Now, you might think that such a small place couldn't possibly have much to offer visitors, but you'd be wrong. The hillside winery situated on the banks of the Blanchard river offers lovely varietals suiting every palate, live music on the weekends, and an easy place to find warm conversations with the locals. Another unusual spot is the Gilboa Corrie touted as the best and then place to scuba dive in the Midwest. This 14 acre attraction includes a limestone quarry with campgrounds and cottages, visitors can receive qualified instruction and scuba diving and explore sunken crafts buried up to under 130 feet of water. And last but not least, the little red bakery offers doughnuts, pies, and cheesecake to suit your deepest sugar fix. local chef Kelly wolf holds an international diploma and pastry arts from Les Cordon Bleu in London So the next time you're looking to explore someplace new consider Gilboa just a tiny.on. The map of Northwest Ohio. easy to overlook. This little town holds treasures beyond the three touristy spots I just mentioned. When you take the time to look a little deeper, you find ancient lore attached to an ordinary graveyard just north of town. Many have driven by again and again, unaware of the tragic history it holds. For some who've heard the claims and have come to investigate for themselves. They've captured something unexplained. The sounds of children rumored to have been lost to the ravages of a cruel disease. Many, like local resident Nancy Klein, have heard and recorded their voices. It's these fantastic claims that led me to discover more to dig deeper into the record. And they're revealed and historical newspaper accounts is chronicled the life saving efforts of one man, an immigrant. His devotion to the cause for democracy led him to a country that embraced it. And when that country called upon him for what he might offer, he gave freely of all he had such devotion to the cause of freedom. Such selfless sacrifice is the lasting example that should guide us today. As we wrestle with our own struggles. Maybe there's a little Doctor sate and every one of us if we're brave enough to let it show. This concludes today's episode on guilbeault was haunted Colorado cemetery. I hope you've liked it. If so, please consider writing a review on Apple podcasts that helps people find the show. You can find Ohio folklore at Ohio folklore.com And on Facebook, and remember, please consider making a donation to support the construction of a new tombstone for Dr. Fate. The link is included in the show notes. And as always, keep wondering