03/13/14

Colonial Haunts

Historical places have always been intriguing and battlefields have set the stage for this country’s freedom. So having an opportunity to investigate Lexington’s Battle Road I was excited. Walking the paths the patriots marched, the history was palpable to me! My experience on Battle Road by Hartwell’s Tavern just down from the infamous Bloody Angle still baffles me.

I just finished using the restroom (nature calls lol) and began walking back to the group of people I was with. I had to stop and remove a pebble from my sandal. After removing the stone, I stood up and started walking again, and from behind me on my left side, I saw a hand reaching over my shoulder. I clearly saw a palm and the thumb come back at my face, as if to brush a bug (or spider, I hate spiders) away from me. I turned and looked back, thinking it was my husband, and no one was behind me…..momentarily startled, what just happened? I still question just what I saw?

Interestingly, about 15 minutes later I captured a picture that appears to have an anomaly, perhaps a soldier on horseback with a tri-corner hat, crossing the path in front of me? Check it out.

lexington and NEGC class 093

What do you think?
I still believe there is more to discover in Lexington, the Birthplace of our Nation and I cannot wait to go back again!

08/5/11

The Historic Warren Tavern

The Warren Tavern is the oldest tavern in Massachusetts and one of the most historic watering holes in America. The Warren Tavern was founded in 1780 in Charlestown, MA and still stands in that block of land today. In the early years of the Warren Tavern it was frequented by many national heroes such as Paul Revere, Ben Franklin and George Washington.

When we were asked to investigate this amazing place our imaginations ran wild with the thoughts of all of the history making discussions that must have been had by heroes and legends over a pint of frothy beer.  It staggers the mind!

The claims of activity at this place were what would be expected. Disembodied footsteps, apparitions of old patrons and the uneasy feelings that go along with being in the cellar.

The first thought I had when entering this place was that there must be a ton of misinterpretations.  The floor boards creaked when the wind blew and the classic tavern design of the place certainly entertained  the idea that some old drunkards must still be lingering in the corners.  Shadows were plentiful here, but sadly, not the moving kind.

After setting up our equipment for the night we all found a place to sit and hunkered down waiting for any signs of activity.  The apparitions were said to appear at a certain table and were only visible in the mirror behind the bar.  Unusual, but with that in mind we were careful to play by the guidelines. A set of eyes and and a camera gazing endlessly into the mirror.

While we did feel some unusual heaviness in the basement (Which could be due to wiring, cluttered feel, and the low ceilings), the investigation as a whole was a bust.  But the charming nature of the staff and tasty refreshment of the “other kind of spirits” make this a place I would be more than happy to return to.

Cheers!