Endview Plantation Reenactment
Labels: Around Town, Civil War History
I Haven't Been The Same Since That House Fell On My Sister
Labels: Around Town, Civil War History
Labels: Around Town, Family Life, Grandkids
Labels: Around Town
Labels: Around Town, Family Life, Grandkids

Labels: Around Town, Chit Chat, On The Home Front
Labels: Around Town, Family Life


Labels: Around Town, Family Life, Just For Fun
I had planned on going to the Civil War re-enactment this weekend at the Endview Plantation, but as luck would have it, it has rained all weekend. I called to see if it was going to be re-scheduled and was told no that they only do it once a year. I was really disappointed. Instead of going there my daughter and I headed out to Virginia Beach. I had not seen my mom in awhile and also wanted to get together with my son. He is heading back to San Diego on a job. Lucky for us as we were heading to my mom’s the rain gave way to a few minutes of clear sky so we stopped by the Ferry Plantation house to take some outside photos.
You might remember that I was there two weeks ago for the “Spirit tour”. We didn’t think the house was open, but walked around the front to get a few photos and as we did my daughter peeked in the window. We were talking about how we didn’t think the wind was what was making the nose we heard the night we were there. (You might remember we head taps on the glass upstairs) Rebecca shook the shudder a bit and Just as she looked in the window my grandson walked up behind her and his reflection in the glass startled her. She then picked him up to take a peek inside and as she did a face stared back at her. It was the director of the house, who was probably just as frightened. She (the director) came to the door, and we reminded her that we had been on the tour a few weeks ago. We stepped into the hall for a few minutes to chat. I wanted to know more about a couple of things that had been mentioned on the original tour. The first being the hanging tree out back.
In documents from the House they know that three slaves were hanged from it. The tree was struck by lightning at one point and I couldn’t help but wonder if the top branches that were struck are the ones that the hanging took place on or if it could be some of these that are remaining.
I don’t recall being told what year the hangings took place but know it was at lest as far back as the mid 1800’s. I was told however that a psychic has visited the tree and felt as if the bodies were thrown to this side of the tree. Which is the back of the tree if your walking from the house towards it.
I have to admit I felt a bit creepy walking around the tree. It wasn’t just from the thoughts of men hanging from the tree it was from knowing that I was walking on a scared Indian burial ground.
Yes a burial ground. That is the other thing I was dying to know more about. I had heard there was one somewhere on the property. As it turns out it was a large area of the back grounds. I am not sure how it was discovered but was told that almost immediately after it was that the owners put in this to keep the curious away.
Those are tennis courts and all of this grass area still has remains in it and also all around and under the courts. A one point some Native Americans visited. They left in a hurry saying they would never come back and said something about how the bodies could not rest because sacred things had been stolen and needed to be returned. Of course no one has any way of finding out what these “things” are.
I also saw the tree that was planted by Sally Rebecca Walke. Records indicate that this Southern Magnolia was planted in April 1863 in memory of her fiancé who died during the Civil War Measured at 131 inches circumference, and 75 ft. tall, in 2001.
The house also has a working well with an old pump that still works
Also if you look closely out back you can see the original road that ran out behind the house. (The front of the home was near the river)
I was really glad to get a chance to learn more of the history of the home and not just the “haunted” side. As much as I love the paranormal I have to admit I am glad I don’t live near the home. I was told yesterday that some of the guest of the people who own the homes that were built on the plantation land had been by the house talking about dreams of men hanging in the trees and Indians cutting down the bodies and taking them away. Vivid dreams, but then again look how close the houses are.
Labels: Around Town, Local Hauntings, Photos, Strange and Unusual Places
The windy road known today as Route 60 leads from Williamsburg to Newport News. VA. and if your not paying attention you won’t notice the dirt driveway that once led to Carter’s Grove Plantation. Built in the early 1700’s it was once one of Virginia’s finest plantations. It was closed to the public around 2003, but tales of hauntings still linger among the locals.
From what I’ve been told a black man in raggedy clothes can be seen walking towards the Plantation from Williamsburg. Could this be the ghost of Jim, a slave who once worked at the Governors Place and walked the eight miles every Saturday night back to the Grove to see his family. From what they say he died of a broken heart when he came home one weekend to find that his wife and children had been sold and no one knew how to tell him where to find them.
During the time the plantation was open for tours flower petals could be found on the floor after being placed in what is known as the refusal room. Both Thomas Jefferson and George Washington offered marriage proposals to two different young ladies in the room and were turned down. Rumor has it that one of these young ladies still angry at herself for not accepting the life she could have had tears up the flowers any time they are left in the room. She especially hates white carnations. Could this have been what was offered to her along with the proposal? I suppose we will never know.
Steps are sometimes heard in the halls. A phantom harp is said to play, and another legend of Carter’s Grove is that Colonel Banastre Tarleton hacked the staircase as he rode his horse up the stairs to wake his troops during the Revolutionary War.
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I drove past the plantation today, and on a whim stopped at the beginning of the drive. The gates are locked now with big NO Trespassing signs in plain site, but for just a moment I jumped out of the car and took a few photos. When I loaded the photos and took a look I found something unusual in the upstairs window in the center of the house.
Take a look and tell me if it is my imagination or do you see a man wearing white pants and a red shirt. Could this be Colonel Banastre in his Revolutionary War Uniform?
I may never know now that the plantation is privately owned but from what I have read sometime in the future the new owners according to the terms of the sale have to open the house one day a year for tours. You better believe when they do, I will be there.
Labels: Around Town, Local Hauntings, Strange and Unusual Places