Here in New Jersey, the December days can be unpredictable – sometimes sunny and decent and other times cold, gray and miserable. Either way, the days are short and the nights long. That’s why we love to get out, take a drive and visit historic, haunted locations. Weekends like this past Saturday are my favorite.
Category: Haunted History Travels
We decided to visit this gastro pub in Philly for dinner one night. Although it has a great name – Devil’s Den (#Gettysburg) – we really went for the “Confit Duck Fries” my husband loves. Unlike our normal jaunts, we didn’t find this pub because it was haunted or historic (although most of Philly is
Weston is a remote, historic town in West Virginia – home to America’s largest, and the world’s 2nd largest, hand-cut stone masonry building, second only to The Kremlin. Formerly known as Weston State Hospital, this building has a disturbing history dating back to the 1860’s and is now known as Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. See
Along the historic Lincoln Highway in Bedford, PA, there is an iconic fieldstone tavern that has been providing hospitality, spirits, food, and lodging since the 1760’s – the Jean Bonnet Tavern (also known as Old Fork’s Inn and Bonnet’s Tavern). Check it out here: https://www.jeanbonnettavern.com/ Prior to opening as a tavern, the property was used by
Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum Weston, WV Lewis County, West Virginia is a sleepy little town of roughly 4,000 that has seen itself rise and fall since its incorporation in 1846. Weston, the county seat, is a picturesque little town that has two historic districts: Weston Downtown Historic District and the Weston Downtown Residential Historic District.
New Jersey has over 200 miles of coastline that provide unique ecological riches, miles of sandy beaches, popular boardwalks and busy coastal waterways used by many including residents, tourists, fisherman and nature lovers. NJ is also home to beautiful barrier islands that are surrounded by the ocean, bays, and marshes. Dotted throughout this coastline are
It began as a beautiful dream, and one I knew right away was not mine. I was the mother of this amazing little creature, this son I never knew would complete me is so many ways. I was rocking him in my arms, staring in utter amazement at the perfection of his features, breathing in
“Lizzie Borden took an axe Gave her mother forty whacks When she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one” A lot of us grew up singing this rhyme (admit it, you knew the tune and sang along as you read). Maybe you sang it with a jump rope or clapping with a