Coffee. Damned good.
Get a little caffeine in me, and then I am going to wash some clothes. What a plan, eh?
Ok, let's see. Yesterday......
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I went downtown with Melissa. Turns out she already knows everything about my home town. Strange, eh?
So we go to where I grew up, and stop over my mother's place. I'd rather not write about that visit, but let's just say it was short, and it...well it SUCKED pretty much sums it up.
Then we went to the ghost walk. Some new stories were done, but there were two classics as well...done in a new way that shed some new light on them.
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Harriet Upton's garden.
Harriet Upton lived on the same street that I grew up on, though it was 80 years before I was born. She had guests right down the road from my boyhood home that included Susan B. Anthony, and Harriet Tubman. She was part of the Women's Suffrage Association, and an integral part of the underground railroad.
Salvatore Riggazzo
A gangster from the area that was gunned down in Warren, back in 1930. At that time, gangland killings were all over the place. This year, the story was done through the eyes of a reporter, whereas normally it had been from the perspective of a gangster.
The Old Man Who Let His House Rot
A new story about a man in Warren who had a successful farm, and began courting a young lady. Before they were to be married, she died of scarlet fever. He had already had his house decorated by her tastes. He never changed anything in the house, and for fifty years the house became molded and fell apart.
Children Of Warren
So many children died young back in the 1800's. It was a story about that.
Bishop Perkins
A story about his suicide. The entire Perkins family had suffered from Melancholia, it seems. Now we know this as manic depression. This had always been my favorite, but this year I enjoyed the Riggazzo story more.
Underground Railroad
A story told through the eyes of people who helped slaves to freedom in Warren. This is a classic that I have never seen told the same time two years in a row. It is almost a different story each time!
Stories previously told:
The lady in the cemetery whose first (and dead) husband's grave was where she slept each night.
She did this because her new (and abusive) husband was superstitious and wouldn't enter the cemetery at night. Therefore, her first husband was still her protector, even after his death.
There would be a bagpiper that would lead the groups into the cemetery. After the piping would stop, the girl would wake up from the stone and tell her story.
The men who were caught doing experiments on corpses.
This was a gross story. Trumbull County story.
The man caught with a cauldron in his basement, and human bone fragments in a huge oven.
Also gross. A Trumbull county story from the Newton Falls Area.
The story of the first hanging in Warren, Ohio.
A man who killed a 16 year old girl with a knife was hanged publicly. It was a story told through her eyes.
The story of the hardships of traveling in the winter
Told about how to get from one town to the next with a horse and buggy, and how difficult it was in the winter time.
The story of the man killed by an iron
Not told each year, but enough times to have been able to remember it. It is a story about a lady who is a gossiper, and always peeks into other people's business. She tells about seeing a man run from her neighbor's house, and then the place going up in flames. When people arrived on the scene, the place was burning pretty good, but they would not be able to save the man. He had a triangular gash in his head that matched an iron laying on the floor next to his body. He died shortly afterwards. To this day, it is an unsolved crime.
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Well, now I am going to go and wash some clothes. The caffiene has done me well.
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