Top: The Carman-White House. Samuel Carman was a wealthy landowner in Head of the Harbor, New York in the 19th century. Following the death of his wife in 1888, his unmarried daughters built on Moriches road, a two story house in the Victorian style, in the same neighborhood as the other Carmans of the area. […]
The Ragged Cot Inn: Where spirits go bump in the dark of an English country night
In December 1760, the landlord of the Ragged Cot, Bill Clavers, decided to rob the midnight stagecoach travelling to London. Before setting out, he gave himself Dutch courage and resistance to the cold with liberal helpings of rum. As he staggered from his bedroom with loaded pistols, his wife, with their young child in her […]
The Ghosts of Old Bethpage Village Restoration
Top: In The Attic of the Kirby House. Any town or village has its haunted house. Old Bethpage Village Restoration has its share, and like most villages, most are urban legends which sprang up over the years. Nearly all the buildings in the village were once located elsewhere, and some, like the Noon Inn, brought their […]
The Memorial Cemetery of St. John’s Church, Cold Spring Harbor, New York: Another Kind of Planting Fields
“You can spare me the gory details,” Miss Bronwen said, pulling her hat down over her ears as the wind blew a particularly vicious howl our direction, showering us with snow from the branches of the overhanging trees. “It’s not like we were out there copulating on fresh graves or anything like that,” I said, […]
Tales From Head of the Harbor & St. James Part II: What Lies Beneath Mary’s Grave
“You’re certainly in a cantankerous mood today,” Miss Bronwen noticed as she looked out the window of the passing scenery. “And look at you, speeding along at almost sixty miles per hour. But that’s right, you’re in your element now.” I hmmmmphed indignantly and concentrated on the road for a bit. The road was Route […]
Huntington Bay, NY: The Rise and Fall of Ferguson’s Castle
So we were driving along Harbor Road in Huntington Harbor, and Miss Bronwen was eyeing me suspiciously. True to form, as I pulled into the parking lot of the yacht club, her eyebrow arched. “Come here often?” she asked. “Er, no” I replied. “But I figure that no one will notice if we’re just parked […]
