Showing posts with label Old House Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old House Woods. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Haven Beach
























































These were taken last week from Haven Beach, which is the county beach closest to our infamously haunted Old House Woods. No ghosts were spotted this particular day.  Instead, all I saw--even as I struggled in the bitter cold to make my frozen fingers work long enough to press the shutter button-- was beautiful scenery in an otherwise nondescript day.

It's back to work for me today after a long arduous weekend.

I remain vigilant in my quest for worldwide support of Human Hibernation Until March. The essence of the movement has legs to stand on, I am convinced.  I've made a few informal queries, and most people agree. (Where most people equal a few random young people I polled this weekend.)

Hope your week is off to a good start.




Friday, November 16, 2012

Beach Art

Bad Hair Day






Thursday I took a walk down Haven Beach.  

The sky was very Scooby Doo-ish.

Gloomy, overcast, a little creepy.

(But I didn't see any ghosts.)







Howling Dog






There are many stumps, downed trees, and pieces of driftwood there,








What would you call this one?  So much going on.
I'm going with Twister.





many of which take on the appearance of familiar forms
if you stare at them long enough.

Daydreaming Staring at inanimate objects
and making up stories is one of my favorite pastimes.

(I'm easily entertained.)

People watching is too.

But there's not much of that here at Haven Beach.









The Claw



Speaking of entertainment, I hope your weekend is full of it.

Have a great one.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Scenes from Haven



Last week I was finally able to make it down to Haven Beach for the first time since Hurricane Irene. I am pleased to report the beach is still there; however, as with other storms, lines and boundaries have been redrawn ever so slightly.

The shot below is looking left as you walk from the parking lot.  When I was a kid, the beach on this side extended much further out, and if memory serves me there was at least one tree out there right on the beach.

By the way, memory very rarely serves me these days, but I think I'm right about this.  Except I don't think I mean "when I was a kid," I think I mean "only ten or fifteen minutes years ago." I am struggling with the concept of time and age (among many other things) at the moment.

In addition, when I say there was one tree out there, I realize there are a thousand pine trees bordering that beach, but there was a tree right on the beach.  And that beach hooked much farther out into the water.  Also, I'm tired so none of this makes any sense.  Let's get back to the blog post already faltering in progress.  






One very noticeable change is how much the beach has been shoved back.

Really?  "Shoved back"?  Well, yes, that seems to be the best way I can describe it right now, after a very long day.  The beach has been shoved back. Final answer.

Where the sand meets the marsh grass below there is a very noticeable, sudden drop. That sand was shoved blown back a couple of storms ago.  Each nor'easter or tropical storm or hurricane shoves pushes the sand farther and farther back.






I am pleased to report that the haunted swamp (below) remains relatively unchanged.

OK, so the woods, not the swamp, has the reputation of being haunted.  But surely the swamp is involved somehow, especially when boundaries are shifting with each and every storm.  




No ghosts were spotted this trip, sadly, although there were countless mutant/ninja dive-bombing horseflies, which were bigger than your average ghost and twice as frightening.

The End.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Road to Haven


They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  I don't know what the road to heaven is paved with, but the road to Haven isn't paved at all, unless you count dead fiddler crabs in the summer time.  I don't.

Haven Beach is located very near the infamous, haunted Old House Woods.  There's even an old house on the way to the beach.


But it isn't The Old House.


It's a great old house, though.



The road twists and turns.

And you see a lot of this.


And that.

See all that standing water, below? Imagine what this road is like after a good storm.

 In case you can't imagine that, just know that all you'd see is water.

 Everywhere.

Water, water everywhere.
Just pray you do not sink
And not a drop to drink.



The road bends to the right and then to the left just as you reach the end.



And there waiting very patiently and quietly is a ghost or a floating pirate ship Haven Beach and the Chesapeake Bay.



The End.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Scenes from Haven



These were taken last Friday from Haven Beach, one of our public beaches that fronts the Chesapeake Bay.





On my way to the library to do some research, I glanced at the sky and all of a sudden sprouted a wild hair that forced me to drive down to Haven rather than the library. Those wild hairs can be very pesky and often prevent me from doing what I set out to do.  I need to keep a razor in the car or something.

Anyway, the sky was perfect for shots from the beach even though there was heavy cloud cover and not a lot of sunlight coming through.


Haven Beach is right near Old House Woods, our infamous haunted woods.  Click here for more background.

This was such a Scooby Doo sort of day I thought for sure I might see a floating pirate ship or a wandering buccaneer searching for his buried treasure.

Alas, all I saw was the beautiful scenery.

And that was just fine with me.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Winter, Spring


Here's a picture I took last week of the infamous little house on Knight Wood Road near Diggs.  Below is the same house back in April.

Diggs is in the vicinity of the county's haunted woods near Haven Beach.  But as far as I know, this house was never associated with any hauntings.

Unfortunately, though, this cute little house is forever associated with a very tragic story, one that many of us here in Mathews are reminded of whenever we pass this scene.



 Click here if you're not familiar with the series of very unfortunate events that changed lives forever and drew national media attention to an innocent little house in the middle of Nowhere.

Instead of dwelling on that sad subject, I prefer to focus on those white daffodils in the foreground of the bottom picture.  Last night on my way home from work something yellow (a piece of trash) flashed in the median.  For a split second I could have sworn it was a patch of daffodils.

Wishful thinking.

Oh, how I look forward to spring.

In other news more closely associated with reality vs. daydreaming the present, there's a 30% chance of snow on Friday.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Old House Woods

Road leading down to Haven Beach, April 2008
One of the most rewarding aspects of writing this little blog is the e-mail I receive.  Sometimes people are searching for this or that and have a question or two relating to Mathews.  I try to point them in the right direction. Other times the writer simply wants to share memories and experiences, and on such occasions I often feel as though I've won the lottery.

Aside from New Point Light, the battle of Cricket Hill, and Tompkins Cottage, Mathews is world- renowned for a few things, one of which is Old House Woods.

Saturday I won the lottery when I heard from someone whose family owned the house of Old House Woods (Haunted Woods) fame in the 1960s.

Don Winant e-mailed some of his memories from Old House Woods, most of which do not involve ghosts but do, of course, involve mosquitoes.

He gave me permission to share some excerpts from our correspondence:

"My father, Barent Winant, purchased 'Old House Woods' in 1960 and sold the home and land in 1969. The ghosts never bothered me but the humidity and mosquitoes sure did. We lived in Virginia Beach (my Dad was in the Navy) and frequented the plantation on weekends and holidays. I bet the property is worth much more than $7000 purchase price in 1960!"

"...As a child it was always fun to spend time at "The Farm", as we called it. Driving past the General Store (actually the only store) in Diggs, take a left onto some road I have forgotten, then a right and then a left onto the long driveway leading to the old 1774 Colonial plantation. It was marshy property, so, yes, the mosquitoes were horrendous!  We smothered ourselves in "Off" bug spray during the summer months. Late Fall, Winter and early Spring were pleasant since the sparrow-size mosquitoes had not yet risen from the marshes. During the summer months we heated the old homestead with oil and the only one of six fireplaces not sealed off...”

CBW would just like to add here that, much like our ants and other insects, the geese mosquitoes in Mathews are abnormally large, aggressive and sometimes mistaken for ghosts predatory birds.
  
Let’s return now to his e-mail--already in progress--which references at least one ghostly encounter in those haunted woods.

"...The home, at the time, had around 6 rooms, plus a library intact with very old books; the bookshelves were stacked to the ceiling with 19th and early 20th century novels! Now that I'm an antique book collector, I wish I had held onto some of those classics. 

During the summer months my brother and I slept on the porch since it was cooler there. One night we heard a noise and this ghost popped up outside the porch! The ghost's face was lit up and he was covered in a white sheet!

I grabbed my BB gun and shot the ghost in the chest---"Ouch!" it said.

Well, turns out it was my dad trying to scare my brother Brent and I.

A paranormal outfit did visit "Old House Farm" (the haunted woods) and set up their eavesdropping equipment, but I don't recall if they ever picked up energy from Blackbeard the Pirate or the generations of plantation owners and slaves who inhabited the home and property.  There is, however, a burial ground on the land for slaves and Native Americans. Except for my dad scaring the wits out of his children, we never felt threatened by paranormal activity. One could; however, if you closed your eyes and quieted your mind, you could feel the presence and energy of past generations (the Native Americans, the Colonists, and  the Slaves)  who traversed the land and the bay of the Tidewater.  ”

April 2008
I can't thank Don enough for sharing his story (and his father's incredible sense of humor) with us. Thank you.

For the sake of posterity, I'd like to include the names of his parents, Navy Commander Barent Parlee Winant III and Laurencia "Toy" Winant.  They lived in Virginia Beach from 1960 until '67; Subic Bay, Philippines from '67 - '69; then Williamsburg from 1969 to 1970 before moving to Seattle.

Click here  for a previous post referencing Old House Woods.