Above is a peek at the bay through dead trees at Bethel Beach. These are not trees which washed ashore willy nilly. They're trees from a forest that existed before the wind and sea declared otherwise. I'll talk about these more next week. Today's post is a continuation of yesterday's theme of
"The Ghosts of Tidewater" by L. B. Taylor describes several different versions of the Old House Woods story. Here's another account from a 14-year-old boy:
"A friend of mine and I were taking a boat from Mathews Yacht Club over to Moon post office. You go up Stutts Creek and then over to Billups Creek. It was just after sunset and everything was sort of misty. Then about a half mile from the mouth of the creek, we saw it. We both saw it, but couldn't believe it. I'd never seen anything like it before.
There was a big sailing ship floating in the marsh. It had two or three masts and was made of wood. There's only a foot of water there but it looked like it was floating. It was the kind of ship the pirates used. We watched for about a hundred yards more and then it just disappeared. I went home and told my mother, but she just laughed.* She said everyone knew of the stories about the ghosts in Old House Woods."
Chesapeake Bay Woman here, just dying to talk about ghost stories but also chomping at the bit to say this, which naturally is completely unrelated:
*She Just Laughed or We Just Laughed should be written across a souvenir T-shirt from tonight's
Thank God for Blog Friends and their incredible sense of humor. Happy Birthday to Noe Noe Girl, and thank you to the entire population of Shackelfords, Virginia, for tolerating four women who could not stop cackling.
Well, at least one of them couldn't.
p.s. Happy Halloween