“So what you’re saying then,” said Miss Bronwen, “is that Santa Claus is a ghost?” “Maybe not a ghost,” I replied, “But certainly what would be called an agent of the supernatural.” “Oh,” she answered, stifling a laugh, “that makes all the difference in the world.” “Well yeah,” I continued as we walked down the […]
Hempstead House and Castlegould: A Tale of Two Houses in Sands Point, New York
Jay Gould was a New York business man, reviled as a Jew by those who were of an anti-semite bent, but was a Scottish/English mongrel as I recall. He was one of the main stockholders of the Erie Railroad, and an associate of the infamous Boss Tweed. “Just who was Boss Tweed?” Miss Bronwen asked. […]
Rosemary’s Farm: “Life’s But A Walking Shadow …”
Top: Bridge to the stage at Rosemary Farm (Conklin Farm), Huntington, New York. “A poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” William Shakespeare, Macbeth Across this bridge, some of the […]
