Mystic, Connecticut.
At Mystic Seaport Museum, my old stomping grounds, 3 different groups of people touring below-decks on the whaler Charles W Morgan see a pipe-smoking man in 19th-century garb who nods at but does not speak to them. Museum officials insist no-one was below at the time. Paranormal experts now investigating.
I grew up in Marblehead, Massachusetts, folks-founded in 1629 by the foul-mouthed fishermen and disreputables who later crewed the first ships of the US Navy and who saved George Washington's ass and army by schlepping both across the ice-laden Delaware in December, 1776.
Across the harbor from Salem, Massachusetts, where they crushed young girls to death as "witches."
There's 400 years of history in my home town and a lot of houses still standing that have been there just as long--and there are places and houses I sure wouldn't visit overnight.
I don't have to believe or not believe in ghosts--but if there is anywhere I think past persons have present echoes, it's there.
You best believe those folks on the Morgan weren't "imagining things."
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Researchers Probe Ghost Sightings on Ship
Posted by CJS at 12:05 AM
Labels: vernacular culture
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