Today's blog comes from one of my mentors, Dan Sanders:
Rambling Harbor: blue skies and mild temperatures fade quickly into cold, gray, lonely backdrops fit for the season of the witch.
Fall colors are gone, and bare branches dance around under the moonlight, casting shadows. Long bent branches, resembling arms that stretch across the bogs and open fields, taunt you to come close. Come in, if you dare. No longer clothed in their coats of many colors, the branches resemble long, twisted arms, reaching out in agony to wrap themselves around you, and bring you down to their shadowy world.
The harbor almost always has a wind blowing, favorable for both sailors and one’s imagination. What was that sound? Was it just the wind, or the cry of some lost spirit?
So many things in Old New England remain unknown, hidden behind centuries-old houses that hide--secrets? The jagged, unforgiving coastline and unpredictable storms that roam the North Atlantic have sent many ships to rest forever at the bottom of the sea. Do they rest? Perhaps that was not the wind.
One particular story says that in 1851, a lighthouse located just off Minot’s Ledge in a particular turbulent part of New England waters was destroyed by a storm, killing two lighthouse-keeper assistants who were trapped inside. The lighthouse became automated in 1977, and now no one goes there except the coast guard, on occasion, for general checks of the lights; but boaters and fishermen have reported spotting two men, who appear to be hanging over the side of the lighthouse, clinging to it for their lives.
Not too far from the entrance to Rambling Harbor, there is Hangman Island. According to legend, many a pirate felt the rope of the hangman, left there to dangle in the wind as a warning to others to avoid the same fate.
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel, The House of the Seven Gables, it is agreed, was written because of ancestral guilt. Hawthorne’s great grandfather was one of the main perpetrators of the Salem Witch Trials, and the house and property where Nathaniel grew up is said to be cursed.
There are so many mysteries in the air, in the sea, and on the ground. Rambling Harbor, a small piece of land located somewhere off the coast of New England in the Atlantic Ocean and settled in 1630, is inhabited by the real, the unreal, and the unanswered. Come ashore and give a listen to more mysterious yarns.