Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Memory Of Hotel Wick

The Hotel Wick was built in 1836. It operated as a stagecoach inn and tavern for many years, but it's claim to fame is the people who stayed within it's walls. General William H. Harrison spoke from the balcony and gave the little hotel high marks. Mr. Harrison later became President Harrison. Sadly, the Hotel was torn down in 1993-94 and a 1st NC bank built in the spot.


Like East Liverpool, you find this lovely plaque that marks the spot where Hotel Wick once stood.
Too bad they park a bench in front of it so no one sees it. Yes, I am bitching. But, come on. Can you blame me? Why put that stupid bench right there? Who plans this stuff?


Dark Trails, Noisey Bugs, A Lost Recorder, And A Twisted Ankle


Despite the rain, which wasn't a problem at all except it made it twice as hot, the YMCA night was a lot of fun. About 15 people came, the perfect size group.




Dave brought his tent just in case and set it up over a picnic table. We met there and set out on our walk around Thompson Park. In examining the pictures, there seems to be an orb following us around the park. There are several pictures sporting the round, dimly white object seemingly


listening like everyone else or silently watching us. If you click on most of the pictures, you can easily find it. Our first destination

was the flag poles in the front of the park where I told the story of Marie Hayes. Then we stopped at the time capsule to hear about The Captain. From there we ventured to the Big Rock where we discussed the legend of the Blue Lady.


We then went to the Pool House and talked about Charles and Verna Baker and the legacy they brought to the park. I also spoke of the brave Bernard Fitch, a World War 2 War Hero who could not leave his horrible memories behind.




We finally entered the woods near the pool area and followed the trails that wound around the lower part of the park. Like me, many there did not know the vast area the park covered or that
there was so much to see. Half way into the forest, it became
very dark, as expected. Flash lights
were turned on and we continued the tour.














The woods treated us like welcome guests. It was very hot though. I wore a long sleeved shirt because I thought the rain would cool things down. I was so
wrong.












You can see our flashlights twinkling in the darkness as I tell them the story of my first adventure in these woods with my son, Jon. We had walked onto the Back Nine path without flashlights because we didn't know how huge the trail system was down there. We made our way back out of the dark, creepy forest with only my digital camera screen light. Jon was dealing with memories of Pitch Black and I was right there at Blair Witch Project. UGH!!
All in all it was a great group and we had a good time. I took a few people around the circle, though the bug noise was too great to hear any EVP. As we walked down to the Amphitheater, one of the cut stones I walked on gave way and I fell to the ground, twisting my ankle pretty good. I sit here now, wearing a pair of Crocks, which actually helps to walk. I also lost one of my recorders. Bummer. All this ghost hunting is getting expensive. I hope I left it in the back seat of the car of two ladies I helped get out of the park. Tabby and Theresa, if you read this, would you check in the back seat of your car and see if my recorder is in there. I miss it already.