In 1787, my great-great-great-great grandparents were living in the heart of the old seaport Georgetown, basking in the glow of having helped with the Revolutionary War and blissfully unaware that a future grandson would die a captain in the War Between the States. Now, two and a quarter centuries later, they lie buried where they once lived, here in the National Register Historic District. Theirs is a peaceful rest, unlike some of their contemporaries and neighbors, who still haunt their old homes, hoping to right the past wrongs. -Elizabeth Huntsinger, author of Ghosts of Georgetown, More Ghosts of Georgetown, and Georgetown Mysteries and Legends.