My daughter often jokes that between her genealogist mother and geocaching father, she practically grew up in cemeteries. It's no secret that I love cemeteries - both the art of the stones and sculptures, and the stories hidden in the dashes between the dates.
I could go on for hours, telling you of the "confederate bullet" grave in Allenwood, the marker in Lewisburg that lists the alias of a man who ran away with stolen money, started another life, marrying a second wife and was nearly elected mayor of San Francisco before being outed and RETURNING TO HIS WIFE AND FAMILY as if none of it had ever even happened... Or the interesting marker in Columbia County with a patented device on top of the stone that I do not actually understand - but I do know the man was a brilliant inventor. He was also a very famous stalker, making national headlines and being committed for his obsession with "The Belle Of America".
But, locally, we are most famous for two plots: The Escape Hatch In Williamsport, and the "Hooded Graves" so often called Vampire Cages, in Catawissa.
Both are fascinating stories.
The "Vampire Cages" in Catawissa likely have nothing at all to do with vampires, although there is a loose connection to grave robbers, so I can't be completely convinced that the cages were merely ornamental in nature. The family were iron masters, that alone could explain the structures. Why do they exist? Because they could. The three women all died in 1852, at least two of them dying in childbirth.
Grave robbing was occurring in Columbia County at this time. Drs were desperate for cadavers to practice on, and learn from. With the prevalence of deaths in childbirth, it's logical that drs would want to learn more about what exactly was going wrong. It appears that Dr McKelvy, a surgeon in Bloomsburg, for one, worked with illegally obtained cadavers. Sarah Ann Thomas, one of those buried under the ornamental iron cages in Catawissa, had married Ransloe Boone, a cousin of James Boyd McKelvy. When the Lutheran and Reformed Cemetery in Bloomsburg was moved to Espy in 1925, more than 100 bodies were missing.
Charles Rodenbough adds an anecdote from 1852, that adds additional credence to the idea of protection from grave robbers - " One specific event occurred in February 1852 shortly before the deaths. In Cleveland some 150 miles away, the body parts of a young woman recently buried, turned up in a cesspool near a medical college. A committee of the father’s friends were allowed to search the school and found a female hand which the father later identified as belonging to his daughter. The news quickly spread to a mob outside the school which rioted, destroying furniture, chemical equipment, museum collection, and anatomical models and then set fire to the building."
Unless a diary or journal is discovered, written by one of the family members from 1852, I think it is unlikely we will ever know for certain why the cages exist. It's interesting to note that Henry Ford & his wife Clara are also buried under a mortsafe. Having died in 1947, there is very little chance that his family was concerned about rave robbers.
The mortsafes in Catawissa were restored and rededicated in 1999, and remain a truly interesting sight to see. Read more about them, and the women buried under them, here: https://susquehannavalley.blogspot.com/2023/02/the-hooded-graves-in-columbia-county-pa.html
In Williamsport, we have as near the opposite of a mortsafe as I can envision. Rather than a contraption to keep a body in, it's a contraption to let the body OUT, if it was buried alive. Featured in Life Magazine, as well as in an episode of Ripley's Believe It Or Not, The "escape hatch" mausoleum was designed with air circulation, and the ability to be opened from the inside.
Thomas Tinsman Pursell, a fireman in Williamsport, had a phobia of being buried alive. He spent 18 months designing and building the structure he, and his family, would be entombed in at death.
Life magazine came to Williamsport to photograph his burial, and newspapers around the nation reported on the unique grave.
"Beside the body is a hammer and two boards, which Pursel will use to gain freedom if he revives in the next two months. Air circulates through the vault by a series of ventilators. If he does not arise within the next 60 days however, the tomb will be sealed permanently."
There are two gravesites that become especially "popular" each Halloween, for all the wrong reasons. Both sites are surrounded by made up tales that have nothing at all to do with the real people buried there. Both stories should give us pause when examining the past - remembering that anyone can write whatever they choose about the dead, maligning them for their own pleasure, and profit. I doubt that I am without guilt, as much as I have written about the dead over the years, but know that if I have done so, it was a mistake, and in no way deliberate.
Katy's Church is one of the most infuriating of the "legends". The made up story for a "Spooky" Halloween book has caused much damage, vandalism, and problems for the historic cemetery, where some of my own ancestors are buried. [The church has added a lot of security, trespassers will be prosecuted]
According to legend, If, on the night of the Harvest Moon, you stand on the grave of Katy Vandine, and knock on the tree beside it, her ghost, dressed in shimmering white, will walk down the hill towards you.
You may also hear her crying from inside the church, or even hear her call your name.
As the legend goes, young Katie had an affair with a married man. To save himself recrimination, he accused Katie of witchcraft. Unmarried, pregnant, and accused of being a witch, Katy Vandine hung herself from a tree by the church.
An alternate tale says that Katy was engaged to be married, but her fiancé, a soldier, died in battle. Distraught, Katy hung herself in her wedding dress.
None of this appears to have any historical accuracy, but a 2002 book by L.A. Flick perpetuates the legend. In truth, Catherine Vandine attended services in that church right up until she died of natural causes, at age 87.
Yet another complete work of fiction is "Allison's Grave" in Duboistown.
According to the legend of Allison's Grave, told in Weird Pennsylvania by Matt Lake, a World War II nurse from Duboistown was decapitated when her plane was shot down. Her remains were sent home to be buried at a cemetery along Mosquito Valley Road.
A newspaper article about the apparition (which is likely the basis for Lake's "legend"), is from an 1899 Bloomsburg newspaper - written 40 years before World War II began. If the headless apparition was Allison, she began her haunting before she was born.
"Superstitious people believe the ghost is that of an unknown woman whose skeleton was found on the mountains back of Duboistown. many are afraid to venture out after nightfall." reads the 1899 article. It appears to have been not uncommon in this area for people to dress up and "spook" for fun, and that is most likely what happened in 1899.
Edna [Bogart] Allison, in truth, died in a plane crash in 1964, long after the end of the War. And she had not been decapitated. Her grave has been vandalized, and replaced, due to the ridiculous "legend" surrounding her.
Although the "Allison's Grave" Story is nonsense, there IS an interesting story in the Williamsport Sun Gazette, March 1962, about Edna's brother in law, David Allison, being bitten by a she-wolf in Rome. Allison, "an American tourist" foolishly stuck his hand into a wolfs cage to pet her. He was treated and there's no report of him turning into a werewolf, although give someone time, I'm sure it a new version will end up in a "spooky anthology".
Read more about Allison's Grave here - https://susquehannavalley.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-real-ghost-they-say-phantom-frightens.html
Yet another legend, of larger scale, and with perhaps a bit more fact behind it, is that of Mad Anthony Wayne.
"One tale, dear to every yarn-spinner in these historical parts, tells of "The Rider of the Night," a shadow man on a shadow horse. Believers say the phantom is Mad Anthony Wayne, - brilliant Revolutionary War fighter, whose statue graces Valley Forge Park." It is said that the ghost rider gallops across Pennsylvania, between his two graves, looking for his lost bones.
The truth of Mad Anthony's two graves may be even spookier than the fiction.
According to Erie History, "At 2 a.m. on December 15, 1796, at the age of 51, General Wayne died in the arms of Dr. Balfour. Dr. Wallace had not yet arrived. The General had requested that his burial take place two days after his death and that he be buried, wearing his uniform, in a plain wooden coffin at the foot of the flagstaff of the post's blockhouse. The top of the coffin was marked with his initials, his age, and the year of his death in brass tacks."
Isaac Wayne, Anthony's son, years later, made the journey to Erie to retrieve his fathers body. According to the story, he arrived in a "two-wheeled cart more suitable for carrying light loads in urban areas than for carrying a heavy casket all the way back to Radnor. " - having expected his fathers body to have.. deteriorated, by the time he arrived. (this was long before embalming practices were common) But when Anthony was dug up, he was in a "near state of preservation."
So, Isaac asked Dr. Wallace, who had cared for his father during his final illness, to dismember the body.
"Next, the body parts were boiled in a large iron pot. Wallace and four assistants then carefully scraped the flesh from the bones, which were reverently placed in a wooden box and presented to the old soldier’s son. The flesh was returned to the original oak casket and reburied in the original grave."
His flesh reburied in Erie, his bones began the more than 300 mile journey east, across the state, along deeply rutted roads, to his birthplace of Radnor Pa. Along the way, the box was accidentally dropped, and the bones spilled out.
And according to the legend, not all of the bones made it back into the box. Today, Mad Anthony rides on horseback across the state, seeking his lost bones.
Is the story completely true? Again, impossible for me to know. But it serves as an example of how to write a legend well - and as far as I know, Mad Anthony's story has inspired only a macabre museum, inspiring no acts of vandalism.
This year, one of the many horrific stories dominating our local news is about the baby, or perhaps babies, buried in a backyard in Milton. As we all lament how times have changed and yearn for the good old days... let me point out that On April 25, 1900, the remains of a "very young child" were found in an "unused closet" (another account says "outhouse") at the Freight Station at Milton. Officer Rhodes was sent to investigate. If the remains were ever identified, I can find no report of it.
One more before I close - and this one is fascinating to me not only because I am descended from a Hessian soldier, but also because, the skull used to be shown to children on field trips.
"A story handed down to Mrs. Cleo Barclay, the present owner, has it that once a skeleton clothed in British uniform was found in this walled-in enclosure which was discovered when repairs were made to the house by the Sandersons. Buttons of the uniform were sent to England, and were verified as being authentic of the period. Mrs. Barclay still has the skull and sword to prove the tale."
Truth, or just another story? We may never really know.
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