Thursday, August 1, 2013

Woodland Historic Cemetery & Arboretum 7.28.13

- Woodland Historic Cemetery & Aboretum -
Dayton, Ohio

Date: 7.28.13


VOLP Investigators Attending:
Victor, Garry, Johnathan, Shelly, Ericka, Betsey, & Cody


"From Woodland's Lookout Point - the highest point in the city - Dayton's skyline far surpasses the dreams of John Van Cleve, one of the city's important leaders and Woodland's founder. By the 1840s, Dayton was outgrowing its original cemetery at Third and Main Streets. Dayton's pioneer families faced the problem. The village was growing and a larger, more suitable cemetery was needed, preferably on some of the beautiful wooded and rolling land with which Dayton was surrounded. Selecting from thousands of available acres, the original trustees, led by John Van Cleve, chose 40 acres remarkable for their hilltop views and their wide variety of trees. Opening in 1843, it was for that natural beauty that they chose to call it "Woodland." At that time those acres seemed quite far from the center of the little city. Little did they know that, in the decades to come, Dayton would reach out to Woodland and then surround it on all sides.


"In those days, Ohio was most popular for settling because of the value of our farm products. Southwestern Ohio had very good farms and had the largest Ohio city, Cincinnati, with a population of over 100,000. Dayton had about 20,000 people, one out of every four being foreign-born, mainly Irish and German, who had come to build the Miami-Erie Canal in the 1850s. Half were Ohio-born, with a few African-Americans. Dayton was already becoming industrial with the Barney & Smith Car Works, a leading producer of railroad cars. Streets were dirt, often mud, with wooden sidewalks. The Courthouse downtown was the best building there. It was built in the 1840s.

"In early times, many children died before they were 10, women died in childbirth and epidemics often killed several members of the same family. The cemetery was a place to "talk" to the deceased while honoring them with flowers. Family picnics were commonplace in large, park-like cemeteries. The park-like cemetery remained popular until about World War I. By that time, many diseases had been conquered and early deaths of family members were less common. Cemeteries were rarely visited and often neglected.

Today, Woodland's 200 acres make up one of the nation's oldest "garden" cemeteries. Its Romanesque gateway, chapel and office, completed in 1889, are on the National Register of Historic Places. The chapel has one of the finest original Tiffany windows in the country. 100,000 monuments, ranging from rugged boulders to Greek statues and temples, note the lives of people who helped to shape a young nation and a young city. With more than 3,000 trees on its rolling hills, Woodland is recognized as one of the area' finest arboretums. Many of its trees are more than a century old. Having burial space for many years to come, Woodland offers several types of burial services. In the Garden of the Soaring Spirit, lawn crypts provide the advantage of a modern memorial along with a smaller burial space."


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- Famous Faces Buried in Woodland Historic Cemetery & Arboretum -

Daniel C. Cooper( 1778-1818), more than any other person, deserves to be called the founder of Dayton. He was a surveyor acting under orders from Gen. Arthur St. Clair, governor of the Northwest Territory; Gen. Jonathan Dayton; Gen. James Wilkinson; and Col. Israel Ludlow. He led a surveying party to the mouth of the Mad River. Here he laid out the city with broad streets "four poles wide" and built most of its early mills, naming it after General Dayton with streets named after the other three. Can you find those streets on a map of downtown Dayton? Cooper served as Dayton's first justice of the peace and as a member of the state legislature.

He also donated ground for a cemetery, churches, and schools as well as for the present Cooper Park next to the downtown branch of the Dayton-Montgomery County Public Library. He strained himself while moving a church bell, leading to his death in 1818.

Adolph Strauch (1822-1883), The 105 acres that comprised the 1912 borders of Woodland were declared a "Historic District" by the U.S. Department of the Interior on November 22, 2011 and placed on the National Register of Historic Places, due in large measure to the genius exhibited within it's landscape design. In the 1870's, Woodland commissioned the Landscape Architect Adolph Strauch from Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati to re-design the cemetery. By combining the natural landscape with a "curvilinear design", Strauch provided vistas, grand views and a focus on memorialization never before envisioned, and helped to launch the new Rural Garden Cemetery movement nationally.

In addition to the design expertise Mr. Strauch brought to Woodland, he also designed Spring Grove Cemetery and planned numerous parks in Cincinnati (Eden Park, Burnet Woods, Lincoln Park) while expanding rural cemetery design concepts to Hartford Cemetery in Connecticut; Forest Lawn in Buffalo, New York; Highland Cemetery in Covington, Kentucky and Woodmere Cemetery in Detroit, Michigan. One need only drive or walk through any of these properties to appreciate the genius Adolph Strauch brought to both Woodland and the new field of cemetery design architecture.


Wilbur & Orville Wright (1867 - 1912, 1871 - 1948), Two famous brothers, Wilbur in 1867, and Orville in 1871, were born to Susan and Milton Wright. Their younger sister came along later. You may see all of their gravestones in a family group at Woodland. The Wright brothers became interested in a "self-propelling toy"brought home by their father to "relieve their boredom." The boys were voracious readers, reading every book on flight or machines available. They were also serious observers, questioning and testing how things around them worked. They made simple mechanical toys, and in 1888 they built a large printing press that they used to publish the West Side News in Dayton.

Already successful printers, the brothers opened a bicycle repair shop in 1892. In that shop on West Third Street, they worked with tires, wheels, and air pumps, and dreamed that man could fly in a heavier-than-air machine. They tested the effects of air pressure on more than 200 wing surfaces using the first wind tunnel. Through their own research, they learned scientific facts and developed theories of flying. Their invention of aileron control, helped them in 1903 to build and fly the first power-driven, man-carrying controllable airplane.

They chose the windiest place, Kitty Hawk, NC, and made their machine (750 lbs.) stand up under the wind and stay in the air for 59 seconds. They continued on to set new distance and altitude records for flight. Wilbur died of typhoid fever in 1912, while Orville lived on until 1948. As scientists they had uncovered the secret of flight. As inventors, builders, and flyers, they brought aviation to the world.


Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 - 1906), born poor and black in 1872, was a man who turned his imagination into prose and poetry. His father, who died when Paul was 10, was a slave who escaped to freedom in Canada. His mother, also a slave, lived in Kentucky before the Civil War. He developed a love for literature when he spent evenings reading aloud to his mother, which she dearly loved. A classmate of Orville Wright, Paul was the only Black in his Central High School graduating class in Dayton. He was one of the first Black writers of his time to get national attention. In poems, he was able to tell of daily Black life, using the Southern Negro dialect. He published his first book of verse, Oak and Ivy in 1883.

As his fame grew, he gave readings before audiences all over the United States and in England. In all, he wrote 25 books, 15 essays, over 100 poems, 35 song lyrics, 24 short stories, nine musical shows, and four plays. When he died of tuberculosis in 1906, the world lost a true giant. His tombstone along the roadside at Woodland is overshadowed by a willow tree planted there. That tree refers to a poem by Dunbar called A Death Song. The first verse is on his stone, but there were two more verses. The second verse describes a lake that is now filled in. A stained glass window in the Dunbar room of Woodland Mausoleum shows the view explained in that verse.

A Death Song  
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin'
as it pass.

An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
I kin hyeah it is as it go

Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res at las'."
Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool,
An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool,

Whah de little birds in spring,
Ust to come an' drink an' sing,

An' de chillen waded on dey way to school.
Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load

Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road;
Fu' I t'ink de las' long res'

Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes'
Ef I 's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus knowed.

-Paul Laurence Dunbar


John H. Patterson (1844 - 1922), After a short experience as a teacher, John H. Patterson worked as a toll collector on the Miami-Erie Canal, which ran along the present Patterson Blvd. across from the library. He soon began with his brother, Frank, a business of selling and mining coal. The general store they owned did a good business, but at the end of two years, the owners found there was $3,000 missing. Clerks had stolen from the cash drawer. After buying three Dayton-made cash registers, Patterson's business began making money, a profit of several hundred dollars. He created a demand for cash registers and began selling them everywhere.
His company, presently named NCR (National Cash Register), now sold more of the machines. At the same time, Patterson's work to improve factory working conditions, build a recreation park with pool, provide a lunchroom, increase lighting, and train apprentices was the talk of the business world. His NCR factory was booming when Patterson looked out his factory window at the deep floodwaters covering the streets of downtown Dayton. He immediately ordered an immense amount of wood, so his employees could build boats to save people caught by swirling waters from their second floor windows. He was the hero of Dayton?s 1913 flood. He is remembered today not only for the humanitarian way he operated his factories, but for instituting Dayton's present form of city government with a city manager as its head.


Charles F. Kettering (1976 - 1958), was born in the small, north-central Ohio town of Loudonville. At age 28 he came to Dayton from college to take a job at the National Cash Register Co. In five years, he did much to help NCR's development. Then, along with Edward Deeds, he formed the Dayton Engineering Laboratories Co. (DELCO).

Kettering and Deeds had been doing some experimenting with a single-spark auto ignition in Deeds barn. Out of the laboratory came the first electric self-starter and an all-electric ignition system eliminating hand-cranking a car to start it. Kettering was friends with other inventors such as Thomas Edison (light bulb, phonograph) and Henry Ford (first mass-produced cars). Ford put Kettering's discovery into his early Fords. Kettering's example led hundreds of research men on to daily scientific discoveries. In his earlier research, he also developed the independent electric generator that brought power and light to thousands of farms everywhere.


Col. Edward A. Deeds (1874 - 1960), (Image courtesy of the Miami Conservancy District) Col. Edward A. Deeds worked as an engineer at NCR for years and formed a partnership with Charles F. Kettering. They and other inventors met as "The Barn Gang" in Deeds' barn to develop new ideas. They electrified the cash register and formed DELCO. In addition to his work in research and development, he had a keen sense of responsibility to his community. As organizer of the Miami Conservancy District, he did much to bring flood prevention to Dayton after the disastrous flood of 1913. Deeds' Carillon Bells and Carillon Park were given to Dayton through the generosity of Colonel and Mrs. Deeds. His is the largest private mausoleum on the grounds of Woodland Cemetery.


C.J. McLin, Jr. (1921 - 1988), Born in 1921 in Illinois, C.J. McLin was the son of hard-working African American parents trying to survive the Depression. When they moved to Dayton in 1931, he took a job as a paper boy as a way to put food on the family table. While going to Dunbar High School, he helped in the family funeral home business. He suffered racial discrimination early in life, being denied food service at the lunch counter in McCrory's dime store near 4th & Main Streets, downtown. He filed a lawsuit demanding his civil rights. Soon after, he received notice that he must go into the Army. During his three years of service, he noticed and experienced discrimination against Black soldiers.

He organized and participated in many protests to obtain rights both in the military and later in political life. His father had taught him how important funerals were to families of the deceased. These ceremonies helped them cope with the death. When he was dismissed from the military, he returned to the family funeral business in 1949. Because he longed to empower Black citizens, he began to work at electing Black citizens. He himself was elected to the Ohio House of Representatives in 1966 where he served Daytonians for 22 years. During his time in the legislature he did many things to increase to political power of the Black community of Dayton through economic development. He was responsible for extending its highways (US Route 35W), locating the correctional prison there, supporting programs in its universities, housing its elderly, and saving its history (Dunbar House, National Afro-American Museum). His daughter, Rhine McLin, has followed her father's footsteps into politics. In that way, his service continues.
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Woodland Historic Cemetery & Aboretum
Dayton, Ohio
Date: 7.28.13
VOLP Investigators Attending:
Victor, Garry, Johnathan, Shelly, Ericka, Betsey, & Cody

Photos from our tour from this point forward....





Above: An aerial view of the absolutely massive, 200-acre Woodland Cemetery & Arboretum.

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First stop...

"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'." - Erma Bombeck

The notoriously loved and respected Erma Bombeck is buried in an unmarked location behind this boulder (pictured below).

"A 29,000-pound rock has become a monument for writer Erma Bombeck's grave. The massive rock was brought here by flat-bed truck from near her former home in Arizona. Her husband, Bill Bombeck, said he wanted a "piece of Phoenix" at Erma's grave to commemorate the 25 years they spent together in Arizona.
Born Erma Louise Fiste in 1927 in Dayton, Ohio, she worked for a daily newspaper while in high school and while attending the University of Dayton. After graduating she became a reporter for the Dayton Journal-Herald (which later became the Dayton Daily News), where she also wrote feature stories and a housekeeping column for the women's page, continuing until the birth of her first child in 1953. By 1964 she was the mother of three, and returned to her column appearing in more than 800 newspapers. Her witty-but-wise columns poked fun at family life from her place as a suburban housewife. One of her six best sellers won the American Cancer Society's Medal of Honor in 1990 for advice to help children survive cancer. This internationally read humor columnist died of complications following a kidney transplant operation in 1996."





Above: For a mere $325,000 this could be your final resting place.

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Infamous Grave Sites...

"In the 1860s there was a boy, Johnny Morehouse, the youngest son of John and Mory, who lived with them in the back of his father's shoe repair shop. One day the five-year-old was playing near his home by the edge of the Miami & Erie Canal (which used to run along the present Patterson Blvd. in downtown Dayton near the library).

The boy accidentally fell into the canal water. His dog, playing by him, jumped into the water and tried to save him. He pulled the boy out, but not in time to save his life. The boy drowned and was buried in Woodland Cemetery. Legend has it that, several days after the burial, the dog appeared next to the boy&apo's;s grave staying by it morning, noon, and night. Visitors to the cemetery saw him and began to worry about his health. Some began leaving him bits of food. Passersby still bring small toys and other trinkets to decorate the grave marker to express their spontaneous outpourings of sympathy. Some visitors put money there. A lady who walks the cemetery every day collects the money and buys something for the grave often. As you can see on his grave marker, he already has toys to play with - his harmonica, his top, his cap, his ball."

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A little side story...

About halfway through the tour, we quite literally reached a crossroads. We had five options as far as which path to go to continue on in the cemetery. The four mediums (Victor, Garry, Shelly, & Cody) happened to be standing together in a little group, and when asked 'which way should we go?' ... literally all four of us pointed and said out loud, "That way!"

 It was quite the moment! We had a good laugh, and wished several times we had caught that moment on camera - it was classic!



  
  






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Above & Below: Within this tomb lies the body of the man responsible for the phrase, "You're fired!" And no, we're not talking about the guy with the crazy hair and more money than any one person should have - This is where JAS Ritty, who invented the cash register because he was tired of his bartenders stealing money from him.
 
Personal Story from Garry Fox, VOLP Medium: "I did have an experience at the tomb that you have a pic of me touching the door of. I was seeing men go in there with top hats on ducking down and out of respect placing their hats on a shelf directly to the left of inside the door. I felt like the man who owned the family tomb was known for his top hats. John Powers (our tour guide) stated that during the reenactment that had taken place there before on a lantern tour of the cemetery that the actor that played this man had on a top hat. I believe he invented the cash register that was used to keep bartenders honest. Every time they sold a drink a bell would ring when the cash drawer was opened so he could watch the transaction. I believe this is what John said about him. He was known to sport a silk hat according to articles I found in and out of his bar but not a top hat. But he was known for a hat trademark. I guess I should have said a silk hat instead assuming it was a top hat. But John did say the reinactor wore one so maybe the message was that there was a hat trademark for him and the actor got it wrong!!"
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Above: We thought this one was particularly interesting. We've heard of having a 'right arm' (as in someone who helps you, best friends, etc.)... but a 'left arm'..? Well, apparently this person was the 'left arm' of the person buried to the right of them.


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Above: A creepy story for you... our tour guide, John, informed us that in this particular gravestone when it's dark out (night time) you can clearly see a not-so-happy face of a man within the weeping willow tree on the right. Below is a close-up of the area the face is seen.

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Above: This particular one caught my interest in a big way. I could feel the energy within this stone angel. As I stood below her gazing up at her face, I felt as if she would turn and look at me at any moment.

Look closely at the statue. Get the reference? She's holding a cloth in one hand, and a 'slate' in the other. She's "wiping the slate clean" of the person who is laid to rest here before they enter the gates of heaven.


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(My personal favorite!) In 1856, Owen Stanley, king of gypsy tribes in England, came to the U.S. with many of his group because England was so thickly populated. He wanted to make Dayton his permanent home. He bought land in the City of Dayton as well as Harrison, Wayne, Mad River, and Butler townships so they could raise horses and winter there, renting out their farms while they took to the road as soon as the weather became warm.
Gypsies were a group of nomadic people whose ancestors are said to have originated in Eastern Europe. Within their groups they have rulers, sometimes women, who decide what is best for their tribe. British gypsies had so many kings and queens - from King John Bucelle in 1657 down to the Gypsy Queen of the U.S., Matilda Stanley, royally buried at Woodland Cemetery in 1878. It is rare that such royalty would be buried here, or that an American clergy would preach at the funeral of a queen, but that happened.

Queen Matilda had died of cancer in February. Her husband, Levi Stanley, son of Owen Stanley, sent her body to Woodland to be kept in a vault for burial in September. Newspapers here and in many large American cities sent special reporters who printed long columns of accounts before and after the funeral. The Sunday of the event, thousands of people came in from surrounding places by special trains. An estimated crowd of 25,000 swarmed over the avenues and grounds of the cemetery. Police were needed to make way for the funeral procession. The newspaper said a procession of 1000 carriages began downtown and was so long it had to be refused admission at the cemetery gates. Around the gravesite there were so many people that the minister had to deliver his sermon while standing on a wooden plank laid across the open grave under an umbrella in the rain. The king and his tribe, being heartbroken, stayed around the Queen?s still open grave as the great crowd left. Her younger daughters were so upset that they jumped down into the grave onto the marble slab to be closer to their mother and sobbed tenderly.
A granite monument marks the grave of King Levi and Queen Matilda Stanley. Funerals of the Stanley gypsies were quite elaborate. They spared no expense to give their loved ones dignity and show their regard for the dead. The funeral coaches, the undertaker's hearse, a long procession, a rich casket, and a great profusion of flowers were all a part of the event. The women came dressed in their best silks, satins, or velvets. Their fingers were adorned with much gold. The gypsy woman who possesses money does not hesitate to buy expensive things when she has set her heart on them. When you visit the Stanley graves, look for the messages and verses carved on their slabs, called ledgers.


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Above: Another reference... understand it? Little lamb. This is the tombstone of a 2 year old girl, Lucille.
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Above: "Preserved Smith." That's 'pre-serv-ED.' As the story goes, there was a shipful of immigrants traveling to America that encountered a wicked storm. The people on the ship prayed and prayed for the safe passage of the men, women, and children on board. Immediately after praying, the storm eased up. The women on board then vowed to name every child born from that ship "Preserved" because God had preserved their lives. Preserved Smith had many children, and they all do, in fact, carry the name 'Preserved' somewhere within their names, whether it's as a first or middle name.

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Above: Ericka peeks inside the tomb of W.S. Hawkins; the reason we were being nosey is because in the back of the mausoleum there above head-height, there was a beautiful stained-glass window of a landscape scene - if you peeked through the broken glass doors in the front of the mausoleum (as Ericka is so beautifully demonstrating!) - the sun shining through the stained glass window in back was just absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous.

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Above: We thought these were particularly interesting. If you look closely, there is no birth or death date on these headstones at all, and in fact most don't even have a last name. Nor was their room left to maybe later add a birth & death date. These stones simply have very scripted first names on them, surrounding the larger one in the middle.

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This is a life-size monument of Gustav Wiedeke, Sr. Wiedeke was a famous tool inventor. His statue/monument sits on top of a hill which overlooks an area of the cemetery where our tour guide, John, had a bit of an eerie, possibly paranormal encounter. He was walking the grounds of the cemetery directly in front of Mr. Wiedeke's monument one night with a few other people when they heard a murderous scream come from right next to them, followed by a disembodied laugh. Needless to say, they fled the cemetery, but received a message from a friend the next day asking them to check that specific area they had been in and heard the scream for a rabbit carcass. Sure enough, when John went back they found a ravaged rabbit carcass. Apparently when rabbits are hunted, they give out one last treacherous "scream" as a defense mechanism. A fox, or something of the like, must have gotten ahold of the rabbit as John and his friends were turning this same corner, hence the scream they heard.
... but the laugh that followed? Personally, I think it was Mr. Wiedeke having a bit of a laugh at them for running terrified from a dead rabbit. ;) 

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This is the largest mausoleum at Woodland Cemetery. Look to the right - that's Victor in the white shirt standing next to it (looking up at it) to give it a bit of a perspective.

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Charles Goodwin Bickham (August 12, 1867, Dayton, Ohio – December 14, 1944, Dayton) was a United States Army first lieutenant received the Medal of Honor for “distinguished gallantry” on May 2, 1902, in the Battle of Bayang, during the Philippine-American War. Lieutenant Bickham carried a wounded soldier across a "fire swept field".

His medal was awarded by Theodore Roosevelt on April 28, 1904.

He served as a Colonel on the staff of Ohio Governor William McKinley. During the Spanish-American War, he served as a Private in Company G, Third Regiment, Ohio National Guard, and later a Captain in the Ninth Regiment (Immunes), U.S. Volunteer Infantry. He served as a Captain during the Philippine-American War in the Twenty-eighth Regiment, U.S. Volunteer Infantry, under Col. William E. Birkhimer. After receiving his commission in the regular army as a Lieutenant, he served again in the Philippines with the Twenty-seventh U.S. Infantry under then-Captain John J. Pershing.

After twice failing the professional examination required for promotion to captain, in 1909 and 1910, he was honorably discharged from the army in June 1910. He never married.
He died December 14, 1944 and is buried in Woodland Cemetery and Arboretum Dayton, Ohio.[2] His grave can be found in section 101, lot 1420.

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Above: The second tallest monument at Woodland Cemetery. It was once taller, actually, but lightening struck a tree, which in turn fell onto the monument. The cemetery crew were able to salvage the monument back together, but it is now a bit shorter than it was originally.

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Above: The tallest monument at Woodland Cemetery, belonging to John Alexander Collins. The plaque on the monument reads, "John Alexander Collins, born in Staffordshire, England, June 8, 1815, came to the United States in 1825. Was a locomotive engineer moved to Ohio in 1851 to open the Railroad. Remained with the -- until 1872. Died in Covington, Ky, January 26, 1878.



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- The Wright Brother's Family Plot -






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Above: Take note of the symbolism with this one (the covered cup), and many of the other beautiful monuments at Woodland Cemetery. The mother & child's face are turned because public displays of grief were frowned upon in those days.


Above: Our fantastic tour guide, John, doing what he does best!

 

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 The tallest point in Dayton, Woodland's Lookout Point. The view was absolutely breathtaking. You could clearly see all of Dayton, and the surrounding towns. John & Gayle said the view in the fall with all the foliage gone is even more spectacular - I can only imagine.





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Above: Another interesting story. Look closely, see where it says "VIOLENCE"..? Originally it said, "MURDERED," but the cemetery thought that it was too negative to have so plainly etched into the headstone, so they changed it to "VIOLENCE" instead.

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Above: This unusual beehive, or skep, is a monument marking the final resting place of Daniel Beckel, who lived from 1814 to 1862. Daniel helped to start the first Dayton bank. He was also the builder of the Beckel Hotel and Opera House, a popular entertainment center in Dayton in the mid 1800s. In funerary, or monument art, a beehive represents having good character and promising "abundance in the Promised Land." There is no other connection to beehives known in Daniel Beckel's life. (Source: http://www.woodlandcemetery.org/~woodland/gravestone-stories)

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Above: This is the plot of land where soldiers from four of our wars are buried; the Civil War, WWI, WWII, and Desert Storm. John was unable to confirm if any Iraq veterans are buried here, but he said his info may also be a bit outdated.



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VOLP would like to extend our deepest gratitude and heartfelt thanks to John Powers and his sister Gayle Allcorn for providing our amazing tour of Woodland Cemetery & Arboretum.

We had an absolutely amazing time, and we are all very aware that we aren't exactly the easiest group to be a tour guide for! As Garry let John know relatively early on, we had four mediums on the tour (of a cemetery, mind you), so we were wandering all over the place while poor John was trying to keep the sheep herded together.. haha! We love ya, John! Thanks for putting up with us!

- Shelly, VOLP

Jonathan Winters Ghost Walk of Bellbrook, Ohio 7.27.13


Jonathan Winters Ghost Tour of Bellbrook, Ohio
Date: 7.27.13
VOLP Investigators Attending: Johnathan Brown & Shelly Moore Caron

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Recently two of our Victory of Light Paranormal investigators, Johnathan & Shelly, were asked to help out with the popular annual Ghost Walk of Bellbrook, Ohio, which is hosted by our good friend and fellow investigator, Marcia Treadway of Nightshade Paranormal Investigations of Bellbrook. Our friend and fellow investigator Dave Jones of Project Paranormal Investigations was also in attendance. This year's Ghost Walk was in memorandum of Jonathan Winters (pictured on the left), who passed away in April of this year.
The first two and half hours were spent at a beautiful church in Bellbrook, which is also pictured above and below. I began at 6:30 pm by providing angel card readings to the Ghost Walk attendees who were interested. I gave about ten back-to-back readings, which was incredible! It was incredibly hot in this little room in the front of the church where I gave my readings, and the sun beaming down right on me as I spoke didn't help things, but I took it as a positive sign from above. ;)


(Funny how people will say, "You gave readings in a church? How ironic!" Doesn't religion call on the "Holy Spirit"..? Isn't that a form of spirit communication in itself? So why would anyone outside of a church setting who can communicate with spirit be thought of any differently? Plus, it's important to remember that most mediums/psychics call on a Higher Power to do our work and for protection.)

Thought for the day.

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After setting up, Marcia begin speaking about her own personal experiences while investigating with her group, Nightshade Paranormal, including photographic evidence, video, and audio clips. Marcia, as always, was super organized, very energetic, and overall incredibly engaging. She had loads of amazing historical information for Bellbrook, and some incredible evidence to show to the group. At one point I even had to tap her daughter on the shoulder and ask her if I could raise my hand and ask a question! But I didn't want to interrupt, so I held my question until later that night.



One video showed a door apparently opening on its own; another showed a shadow figure crossing a doorway several times; and another showed a man communicating with spirit using dowsing rods.

These are just three examples of the many she showed us that night.


In the photo below, Marcia was explaining how an apparent "orb" had manifested itself, and boomeranged in front of the camera. She said, "How many times have you seen dust or a moth do that?" She even provided several examples of how dust and insects look very different in front of the I.R. (infrared) camera versus an "orb."



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After Marcia's amazing presentation about the spirits haunting Bellbrook, we made our way to the beautiful Magee Park, also in Bellbrook, where we were to lead two groups on an investigation of the notoriously 'inhabited' land.
Below: Johnathan getting out his equipment for the group investigation.

Below: A quick video to show how dark it was already getting at dusk, when people started filtering into the Magee Park parking lot for our group investigation.


Below: A quick video of our group surrounding Johnathan as he gave a quick demonstration of the equipment we use during investigations, when it is appropriate to use each piece of equipment, and how to filter out 'good' possible evidence, from not-so-good. (Well done, John!) The videos give you a great idea of how dark it was!




Below is a photo of the forest-lined field at Magee Park where we investigated from our camera's view. No infrared. It was very dark. An investigator's perfect atmosphere.


We divided into two groups, one led by Dave Jones of PPI, and the other led by Johnathan Brown of VOLP, along with Shelly (empath/medium), and the wonderful Marcia Treadway, who had put the Ghost Walk together.

While Dave & his group headed to the left, our group headed to the right. We spent some time talking about the ghost box, how it works, how it can be both a great investigative tool, and a horrible one at the same time. So we started off using the ghost box.

(Series Below: A series of photos Johnathan took after thinking he spotted a man in the area. What do you see?)









We believe we first spoke with a woman, either by the name of "Mary" or "Marian." Both names came through, so my assumption is that her name was Marian, but went by Mary. She didn't hang out for long, though. We were then greeted by a mans voice, very clearly stating his presence.

Shortly after Mary left, we spoke with a man named "Logan" or "Gordon" - again, we were undecided, even though he clearly repeated his name twice for us using the Spirit Box to communicate.

At one point I did notice a man standing in the tree-line a good distance away from us. He had a defined mustache, a blue wool coat with big, round gold buttons, and a hat with a hard brim and flat top. Admittedly, I am not very well-versed on war-era clothing, so I described this man to Marcia later in the night, and she said she believed he was wearing a civil war era uniform.


Just now, as I finished typing that last paragraph, I decided to do a google image search for "civil war uniform" to see if I could, in fact, match the uniforms up. I have to say, I went through quite a few that were similar, but not quite right because of one thing or another - then I stumbled upon this photo:


Now, obviously this photo isn't colored, but the uniform is nearly identical to the one I saw the man wearing. Seems like I remember his hat rim being a bit larger, but what really gave me goosebumps, is this is also nearly identical to the way the man was standing, watching us from the treeline - mustache and all. I didn't see any of the doohickeys hanging from his belt, nor do I remember the color of his pants, but the coat is right, the hat is almost right, and the mustache is nearly right as well.
Below Left: The hat this soldier is wearing more closely resembles the hat I saw the man wearing.

Below Right: This is the color of the coat I saw on the man in the treeline. I will say the coat is nearly identical, as well, but it seems as if I remember the buttons being slightly more spaced out.


I told them that I did not feel as if this man fought here on this land, or even lived here on this land, necessarily, but for some reason had been drawn to this particular area.
After telling Marcia about this 'observer' I had witnessed watching us curiously from the treeline, she told us that there was, in fact, a cemetery just up the road where many deceased soldiers from three different wars were laid to rest called Pioneer Cemetery. So it stands to reason that this man may have been just visiting us, checking out what all the fuss was about, as our group walked the grounds of the park late at night trying to communicate.


Interestingly enough, later on I was speaking to Johnathan via messenger, and this is the conversation (copy & pasted):

Shelly: "I need your pics from Magee Park/the Ghost Walk for the blog."

Johnathan: "I didn't take many of the ghost walk. just the inside of the church and Marcia speaking. and some of the park because i thought i saw an apparition looking at us. I don't know if i saw the play set or what but i know in my head i looked at it and thought " Who is that looking at us? why are one of the guest standing over there?" then turned my head back, then sort of did a double take when i noticed no one was standing there. It all went down in about 2 seconds. So i really didn't take it for anything."

Shelly: "Was it a man? I saw a man in a blue overcoat with gold buttons... is that what you saw?"

Johnathan: "The man was wearing a greyish blue coat. Very quick glimpse, if it was someone... but I had to do a second take. The person I saw had on a weird hat... it was so quick... the top half of his body is what I saw. Not a weird hat... let me see if i can find a pic."


Above: The photo Johnathan sent me.

Shelly: "Yes!! That's the hat I saw him wearing! I just posted a few similar pics on the blog - we saw the same man, for sure."

Johnathan: "It was so quick, really it could have been anything. The play set or something. I just don't want to make too much out of it because it was quick and I only saw so much but it was enough to make me respond as if someone was there."

Shelly: "Don't second guess yourself - what are the odds that we both saw a man wearing the same hat and coat? Slim to none."

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Let this be a lesson - never second guess yourself! There was no talk of soldiers that night, no talk of war - so why would we subconsciously create an identical 'imaginary' being in the park? You are your own best tool for paranormal investigating. Trust your instincts!

Food for thought..

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I'd also like to mention that another sensitive was attending the Ghost Walk, whom I did make friends with during the night. She also sensed the man standing in the treeline, and later in the night she and I shared an interesting experience worth mentioning.

She and I were standing about 30-40 feet away from the rest of the group talking and sharing personal experiences as sensitives. I had my back to the treeline/woods, and she was standing directly in front of me, facing the woods. Mid-sentence - she stopped talking right at the same moment I swung around to look behind me - I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that someone was about 10 feet behind me, watching us. I was as sure of it as I was sure a tree was standing between us. I immediately said, "Someones back there behind that tree.." and she pointed to the exact tree I was referring to, and said, "Yes! I saw it! It ducked right behind that tree right there!"

I might also mention that the reason we were so far from the group at that point is because a few minutes earlier I had wandered off from the group, as I often do, sensing someone standing off in the distance, curious as to what we were doing. Just as in life, we are a lot less intimidating when we are alone, so I ventured off to investigate. I sensed it was a child spirit, although I am not totally certain of it. I want to say a little boy, but again, I question it.

As a side note, I will admit that I am somewhat closed off to child spirits for a few reasons, and it's at no one's fault but my own. I have a real problem considering there may be children 'stuck' here on this plane. It's a real moral dilemma for me, and I have a really difficult time accepting this as a possibility. Being a mother of two small children of my own, it fills me with incredible anguish to think that any child would be stuck here without his/her parents, etc. So it's rare that I see/hear/communicate with children spirits because I am so closed off to them for this reason.

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The 2013 Jonathan Winters Ghost Walk of Bellbrook was an absolutely amazing time, filled with incredible people, rich history, amazing evidence provided by Marcia during the presentation, and loads more.
 
*I would love to hear your personal stories and share your photos if you attended the Ghost Walk with us! Email them to me @ shel_moore1@yahoo.com or find me on facebook.*

Johnathan & I are very grateful to have been a part of such a wonderful event, and look forward to next year's!

A big thank you to Marcia Treadway for inviting us along - we love ya, Marcia!

- Shelly, VOLP

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Below: The news article that ran in the Sugarcreek Bellbrook Times newspaper prior to the event.

"Treadway Communication Resources is teaming up with NightShade Paranormal Investigations of Bellbrook to sponsor this year’...s Ghost Walk. Guest investigators include Dave Jones of Project Paranormal Investigations, and John Brown and Shelly Moore Caron of Victory of Light Paranormal.

Caron will be available from 6:30 to 7 p.m. to give Archangel Card Readings for $5. Caron has her Bachelor’s Degree in Metaphysical Science with a focus on Spiritual Counseling. “Basically, I connect with the guides of the client to give messages and guidance for them,” said Caron."

Cost of the ghost walk is $15 for people 13 and over; $5 for children 12 and under. Attendees have the option to purchase a ticket for $5 to attend an equipment demonstration and mini-investigation at Magee Park, in Bellbrook, after the presentation. Park tickets are limited to 30 and will be sold on a first-come, first-serve basis. (Weather permitting)"


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Xenia Historical Review - By: Taryn Carlson, VOLP Historian

Submitted: June 25th, 2013
(Edited and formatted by Shelly Moore, VOLP Blogger.)
 
*Click on any photo to enlarge.
 
 
Above: A map of Xenia prior to the tornado...

 
Above: A photo showing the path of destruction from the tornado of 1974; it goes right through Cherry Grove Cemetery - almost completely destroys it.


Above: An article in the newspaper that shows the devastation right after the storm. The mausoleum was carried away. The cemetery records were also lost.
 
 
Above: The underground railroad routes in Ohio. They go right through Xenia.
 
 
Above: A larger scale photo of Ohio's Underground Railroad Trails.
 
 
Above: A map of Xenia that shows the plot of land used for the "Colored Cemetery" - Obviously an old map because they use the term "colored." Our client's home is located on the opposite side of Lower Bellbrook Ave, which is right across the street.

 
Above: A map of the city from 1874; showing Samuel Wilson's land on both sides of Bellbrook Ave. Our client's home sits on the larger plot of this land.
 
It is located in Woodland Cemetery, but his grave site is shared with Rev. James Harper, as you can see on the marker. He was only related to Rev. Harper through the marriage of Samuel's son (Samuel) and James' daughter (Mary) - why they share a grave site, I have no idea...
 
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Let me start off by saying that it's amazing how things keep coming together when I go to research on certain locations.....I met Walt at the last location and he was more than helpful....and with this investigation, pertinent information was received minutes before I walked into the Greene County Historical Society.....or else the approach I would have taken with this case would have been much different.....
 
 I always like to look into the topography and geology of the land we are investigating as these things can help to fuel paranormal activity. I found out that all of Greene County sits on a lot of limestone. There are also many springs, flowing streams, and artificial wells in Xenia. All things that can help to enhance paranormal activity.
 
 Our clients had mentioned to us that they frequently heard what sounded to be Indian drums late at night. They reported that a lot of times they would be woken up by this noise in the early morning hours. That comes as no surprise to me after doing some research on the Native American tribes that would have roamed that land. Quite honestly, there is so much information on the different tribes in the Greene County area that I could not possibly fit it all in an email. What I can make brief mention of is that the Shawnee tribe was largest and most common tribe to inhabit that area. The Shawnee tribe was known to excel all other tribes in restlessness and hatred for the white man. The Shawnee tribe considered themselves superior to other tribes and they were proud to a fault. Due to all the Native American influence on the Greene County area, it's not surprising that some residual energy from these tribes may still linger where they once claimed the land to be theirs. Especially, when something so precious and spiritual to them, the land, was taken from them in a rather abrupt and forceful manner.
 
 As we did our initial walk through of the Xenia residence, while in the kitchen, Victor had begun to pick up on the presence of what looked to be a priest. Victor told the family this was a good spirit to have around as he saw this man praying for and protecting the home. He also mentioned that he was wearing a long robe or cloak, similar to that of a priest's robe. This is where it gets interesting! A few days after the investigation, minutes before I arrived at the Historical Society, I received a text from Ericka, our case manager, explaining that our client had just been given some information on the previous owner of their land. It was a man by the name of Samuel Wilson. The client wasn't sure if this information would be helpful or not, but let me tell you it most definitely was. Upon entering the Historical Society I told the curator, Cathy, about the email I had just received and gave her the name of this gentleman. I was expecting her to look at me as if this name was of no significance to her, but instead she responded with a quick, "Oh yes. Definitely. I know of him." "Reverend" Samuel Wilson would be the appropriate title. She was able to show me a map of the sprawling farmland that Rev. Wilson had once owned off of Lower Bellbrook Ave, as this is the exact location of our investigation. I told her about Victor seeing a man wearing a priest's robe and Cathy told me, "Well that makes sense actually, because back in those days most ministers wore what is called a Geneva gown." It turns out she was doing some research for a family on a good friend and neighbor of Samuel Wilson's so she was able to provide me with lots of information on him. The more I read about Rev. Samuel Wilson, the more things seemed to piece together. Let me tell you a little bit about Rev. Samuel Wilson and the impact he had on the Xenia area.....
 
Rev. Samuel Wilson was born May 5, 1806, in Alleghany county, Pennsylvania. Rev. Wilson graduated from Jefferson College in 1824 with the degree of Bachelor of Arts. He then entered the United Presbyterian Theological Seminary at Canonsburg, Pennsylvania. Upon his graduation from the Seminary, he was licensed to preach in August of 1829, and was ordained by the Miami Presbytery in 1831. He located in Xenia, and became pastor of the Associate Church, and conducted an active pastorate there for nearly a quarter of a century. In 1832, he married Miss Mary Cunningham of Xenia, and she gave birth to nine children. He resigned from the church in 1855 in order to devote his time and attention to the work of teaching Hebrew and theology in the Xenia Theological Seminary. In 1877, he resigned from the Seminary due to the infirmities of age. Rev. Samuel Wilson passed away in 1887, and his wife Mary followed soon after in 1889. What's important to note is that Rev. Wilson was huge in the abolitionist movement in Xenia. He was known as one of the first abolitionists and one of the first people to speak out against slavery in the Xenia area. In fact, the first abolitionist meeting in Xenia was held at Rev. Wilson's home on East Market St (which is now the Assembly of God church). Apparently, Rev. Wilson had originally organized the meeting to be held at the Associate Church in Xenia. Upon learning this information, the church's deacons stated they had not given permission for the church to be used for such a meeting and would not allow it to be held at the church. So, Rev. Wilson held the meeting on his front lawn! It was said that the meeting was well attended and peaceful. Rev. Wilson was in no way ashamed of what he believed in and began to preach his anti-slavery doctrines from the pulpit. As a result, he drove away many influential members of the church. However, this did not discourage Rev. Wilson from openly voicing his anti-slavery beliefs. It is also known that Rev. Wilson's second home on East Market Street is one of many sites identified as part of the Underground Railroad which ran right through Xenia. So how does all this tie into some of the claims from our clients?
 
It's important to know that we investigated two houses for this family. The family had reported activity going back and forth between the houses with the youngest child of three having the most experiences. A few days before we had arrived the youngest child had reported that she had a new mama now. "I have a black mama and she wants me to call her 'Mama.'" Finding it odd, the family was certain to tell us about this when we arrived for our initial walk through. Upon entering the second house, Victor looked across the street and noticed a cemetery. It was the Cherry Grove Cemetery. After doing some research on the cemetery I was able to find out that it was originally a colored burial site. It was chartered in 1864 so that persons of color might have a cemetery in their neighborhood about one and a half miles west of the city. A devastating tornado swept through Xenia on April 3, 1974 and almost destroyed the cemetery. Trees and shrubbery were uprooted, the mausoleum was left in ruins, gravestones were toppled off their foundations - broken and scattered throughout the cemetery and some records were lost. Through the heroic effort of trustees and lot owners, much of the cemetery has been restored although there still remains evidence of havoc from the tornado. The trees are gone and nine feet of the west side (Section A) was converted into half lots. Lot D21, formerly the mausoleum, is now a storage shed. If there is one thing I have noticed when investigating the paranormal, it's not to mess with someones final resting spot. Although this was not someone being disrespectful and playing some dumb prank in a cemetery, but instead a natural disaster, someones final place of rest was disturbed and some destroyed in a very violent way. This is definitely something that can stir up paranormal activity.
 
Victor had reported during his walk that he did see spirits coming over from the cemetery on a regular basis. He also mentioned that it seems as if they arrive at the same time every night, almost as if it is planned. The family confirmed this and reported that activity was always the strongest during the hours of 1AM-4AM. This is how I begin to piece it all together.....see if you agree with me. We have learned that Reverend Samuel Wilson was an honorable and courageous man. He was big in the abolitionist movement and was a conductor in the Underground Railroad. It's said that some slaves are buried in the Cherry Grove Cemetery across the street, so doesn't it make sense that they would be drawn toward the man who at one point in time in his life risked it all to help fleeing slaves reach their ultimate goal of freedom? It's known that the Underground Railroad was a intricately detailed operation. It had to be, in order for it to be so successful. It's also known that most of the fleeing took place at night. I've read once that tools, placed on the ground near trees and bushes on one's property, facing a specific direction, were actually used as arrows or directional devices. Very sneaky! Certainly no one would think twice about some tools laying in one's property....Everyone had tools back then! Could it be that these spirits are used to being active in the early hours of the morning and that's why this family is experiencing the most activity during this time? I believe there is some connection between the significant and daring role played by a man of such high integrity, and those who sought his help in their journey to a life of freedom....perhaps one that can even withstand the obstacle of death.
 
-Taryn Carlson, VOLP Historian 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Investigation: Para-Unity. Xenia & Middletown

A few of our investigators paid a second visit to a residence in Xenia, Ohio this weekend. Victor, Ericka, & Taryn were the three VOLP investigators who went along to cleanse this house, and help to put a desperate family's worries to rest. As always, I will post their reviews and photos once they are submitted to me... so stay tuned!

Since this visit to Xenia was a follow-up and house cleansing, we like to keep the group small. So while those three were wrapping things up in Xenia, John and I were asked to help out a good friend/fellow paranormal investigator, Dave Jones, out with an investigation he was assisting with in Middletown, Ohio; along with two of our other good friends/fellow investigators, Lori & Robert Dennon of Shadowhunters Paranormal.

The investigation John and I were asked to help out on wasn't a VOLP investigation, but since we were there, I thought it'd be fun to share what we picked up on that night.

The client has requested anonymity, and as always, we graciously respect their wishes.

We walked in on the main level of the building, and I was immediately drawn to an area towards the back of the building. As I approached the area, this wooden-carved statue of sorts was clearly what was drawing me in. It looked to be a plant pot or something on the bottom, then these little wooden-carving men went up the back of the handle. I really can't say with certainty what it was, but it was definitely holding onto some sort of residual energy.

After a brief walk-through of the main floor, we were taken down into the basement to join the others. As I made my way down the stairs, I felt with certainty that there was, in fact, spiritual presence in this space. As I rounded the last of the stairs, I looked over my left shoulder toward the back corner of the basement, where I saw a man sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigar. I could only describe him as a "Crooner" - he wore a grey suit, & had on leg crossed over the other, with his ankle resting on top of his other leg. I could see that portion of him so clearly that I could distinctly see the fabric of his pants, the fold of the fabric, and even a little of his skin under the bottom hem of his pant leg. He had one arm to his side, and other other up holding his cigar between two fingers. He squinted at me, with smiling eyes - as if he were genuinely amused by our presence, or maybe by the fact that I saw him. He appeared to be in his 50's, or possibly 40's. He had an average build, and was half-smiling at us, through a mouth pursed over the end of his lit cigar.

Above: Famous Crooner, Bing Crosby.
The man I met in spirit was strikingly similar to this photo of Bing.
The suit he was wearing was almost identical, and his hair also similar (minus the receding hairline).
His face was slightly rounder, with a distinct jawline. Thin features (lips, nose),
and just a teeny tiny hint of stubble.

I got a really good feeling from this gentleman, and was actually quite eager to try to communicate further with him. I stood back in that corner, about two feet from the rocker in which I had seen him, and tried to communicate. I asked him if he was here because of the building, or because of one of the items brought into this antique store. His reply was a whimsical, "Because of the stuff..."

While standing there I was running my Ghost Radar app, and I did get a couple of interesting hits worth mentioning.

As kind of a disclaimer, as most people are already aware of my thoughts and feelings towards this app, it's a very hit or miss app. Most of the words that pop through I consider to be garbage words; but every now and again you'll get a word that will be too much of a coincidence to dismiss as 'garbage.'

As I am standing across from this rocking chair, talking to this fellow... I get the words "ACROSS" & "FELLOW."

And since I'm including a screenshot of the readout, I would like to mention later in the night while Johnathan Brown and myself were investigating (as paranormal researchers, mind you), the words "RESEARCH" & "BROWN" both popped up back-to-back.

Like I said, some words are easy to dismiss as garbage, but some make you think a bit....

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 I was then led into the back of the basement where Dave had set up quite a bit of equipment. I'm not really the equipment-type, I prefer to use my own 'equipment' (intuition), and only carry a very small arsenal of things to each investigation (including my digital voice recorder, my crystals, and my flashlight). It wouldn't take a rocket-scientist to figure out that this is where they had felt or experienced activity in the past, hence Dave setting up all of his equipment back in this area, so I tried to tune in to what may be in this spot.

I really couldn't get much of anything at first, but then after a few moments had passed, I saw a woman. She was maybe in her late 20's or early 30's but looked and acted younger than she was. I saw her with her hair pulled back into a loose, low bun, and I saw her dress as being cotton or a similar fabric, all one shade, with a belt of sorts just below her bosom that tied in the back. I felt that this woman was in fact tied to the building or land itself, versus the man who was not.

In sensing this connection, I also sensed that the woman and man have kind of become friendly while in Spirit, and worked in-cahoots to pull pranks on the owners. For example, at one point I saw this man standing next to a floor lamp acting as if he was going to turn it on to make the shop owner jump - and the woman had her hands over her mouth giggling like a little girl over the anticipation. It was actually quite funny! Truth be told - I fell in love with these two spirits after seeing this. They were just trying to have fun, albeit at the shop owner's expense. If you were to look at them as just funny people without bodies instead of ghosts turning on/off lights, it takes on a whole new stigma! :)

Dave turned on his "Spirit Box" (a radio that has been tampered with so it scans from channel to channel creating static that supposedly spirits can communicate through a bit more easily), so John and I headed upstairs. (Spirit or Ghost Boxes are definitely nifty/fun investigative tools, but personally I find them to be very chaotic and distracting, so I just prefer to step away if I am in Empath/Medium-mode so it doesn't mess with the connection I have established.)

Once upstairs, John and I began walking around and getting a feel for the energy of the large room. At one point while we were standing towards the middle of one side of the room, I felt as if the man (the crooner from downstairs) was standing directly across from us on the other side of the large room - keeping his distance, but watching us, curiously. I mentioned this to John, then made my way to that side of the room to try to connect with him again. Once I reached that side of the room (having to walk in a large circle around the perimeter of the store to get there), he was no longer there.

I stood there for a moment trying to connect with him, but instead I caught a brief glimpse of the woman from earlier. She drew me to the front right side of the store, near an old dining room table set. I stood there for a moment trying to connect with her, and when I did she showed me that she spends most of her time directly above where I was standing - in what felt to be an apartment or living space. She showed me herself standing off to the side of a large window that overlooked where the parking lot would be. I also got the strong sense that she has actually been seen quite a few times while staring out of this window. I'm not quite sure why she stares out that particular window.

Later on in the night we took a tour of the outside perimeter of the building and discovered not only was there a window exactly in the spot I had been shown, but there were several windows surrounding the building on the second floor. She didn't seem to take any interest to any of the other windows at all.

The owner had asked me if I felt anything negative in the building, to which I was quite certain I did not. In fact, I believe I told her I could comfortably sleep in the basement of the building, which is where she had reportedly sensed the negative entity in the past. She had done a lot on her end in order to clear the negative entity from the space, and I believe she did an amazing job of it, because I felt no trace of anything 'bad.' I did sense at one point that they may experience loads of shadow activity in the back area of the basement, to which she confirmed. I didn't think this was anything bad, per se, but may have been in the past.

And just as a sidenote, albeit a very important sidenote, 'bad' doesn't necessarily mean 'evil' - I think it's extremely important to make that distinction. Just because someone is bad doesn't mean they are evil. And in fact, I strongly believe that you can cause a spirit to act in 'evil' ways by calling them such. Think about it this way, if you were grumpy in life, then it stands to reason that you'll be grumpy in death. Our personality doesn't necessarily change just because we lose our heavy physical bodies. So now think of a grumpy old man. If you were to repeatedly call this man evil, and accuse him of doing evil things, chances are he'll eventually start to believe it, and act upon it. And even if he doesn't start to believe it, he may get angry enough to jump into the mindframe of, "Evil?? I'll show you evil!!" out of sheer anger or frustration. Makes sense, right? It's a really good thing to remember when dealing with spirit. The majority of the time they are simply people without their physical bodies - treat them as such.

... I digress. :)

So to wrap things up, John and I had a lot of fun and met some fantastic new friends (both in life and death...), and we'd like to thank our friend, Dave Jones for inviting us out on this investigation. Thanks, Dave!

-Shelly, VOLP

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Historical Research - Investigation: "Zip Printing" Bethel, Ohio

First, if you haven't yet read the blog for our investigation at Zip Printing in Bethel, Ohio, you should do so before reading the historical research our VOLP Historian, Taryn, dug up between the time we investigated the location and now. 


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First off, wow! Taryn did an absolutely amazing job finding out the history and some amazing stories about this building, and was able to back up nearly every last thing Garry and myself (Shelly) picked up on intuition alone that night. Incredibly validating for us, and incredibly interesting for all of our investigators, the business owners, and for you to read about as well. 

Amazing job, Taryn!

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Investigation: "Zip Printing" in Bethel, Ohio

Investigation Date: 5.4.13

Historical Research by: Taryn, VOLP Historian

So, I took a trip to the little town of Bethel and met up with Walt, one of the museum curators and a member of the Bethel Historical Society. He was able to give me a lot of little interesting facts about the town because he had lived there his whole life (and he was well into his 70's, I'm guessing). Really nice guy. He didn't know much about the actual building that Zip's is located in, and all he could remember was it being a "Hannah's Hardware" from the time he was born until sometime in the 1970's. I found an old picture that shows the building as Hannah Hardware as far back as 1924. He looked at the oldest atlas they had on record and saw that there was a building located on that plot of land as far back as 1870.


Zip's is located on the S.W corner of Plane and Union streets, and I found a picture that I believe dates back prior to 1924 of a few boys getting water from the village well on the S.W. corner of Plane and Union streets. Did Priscilla ever mention there being a well located there??  It would make sense as to why the building is so active if it were built over an old well......just a thought....


Then I began to discuss with Walt some of the things that our mediums picked up on while doing the investigation. I first mentioned that both mediums (Garry & Shelly) had picked up on a strong, proud, outgoing woman on the second floor who was making it known that she was the "first of something," and that our mediums had thought something along the lines of "first to drive," or "first to own a business. Walt said "That sounds a lot like Mrs. South; Mrs. Edith H. South - Bethel's first and only woman industrialist.


  Founder of the "Sunny South Shoe Factory," making infant's shoes." It was located between Plane St. and Tower Alley, East of Union St.  It was later changed over to a pants factory and was still in operation as such in 1948, with D.R. South as proprietor (Edith's son).  The original factory with its unique product prospered for 16 years.  Mrs. South died in May, 1947, at the age of ninety. 


 Was it Edith that made herself known that night? Maybe.....

Then I told Walt about the two girls that were located on the first floor. I gave him all the details from the blog about the girls; he said there were two girls, the Hildebrand sisters, that caused a bit of a ruckus in town. Few pioneer residents of Bethel admitted that they believe in spirits, signs, and omens or other superstitions, but the Hildebrand's and the Evans family openly declared their belief in evil spirits and witchcraft. It is believed that early in the first decade of 1800, somebody put a hex on one of the grown Hildebrand daughters, and she became possessed of evil spirits, the family said. 

When nightfall came she shrieked and shuddered about the hideous things she saw and heard. The Hildebrand's performed an old ritual used back in those days to "catch a spook" using a Linsey-Woolsey bag, trapping the ghost inside and chopping up the bag into little pieces, then burning it. 

The Hildebrand's did this, but the evil spirit somehow didn't disappear. However, she soon quieted down and then Nancy Evans, the neighbor, became inhabited by an evil spirit, supposedly the same one. (Salem witch trials anyone??) 

That proved it, the Hildebrand's pointed out. The spirit had gone back whence it had come, and Nancy was a witch. The Bethel people did not believe in witchcraft, but they seriously considered running Nancy Evans out of the neighborhood. Bethel's citizens appealed to the Justice of Peace at the time, Houton Clarke. Clarke didn't believe in such stuff, but decided to have a trial in the public square. He weighed Nancy Evans against the Bible; he literally had Nancy step onto the opposite side of a scale from which the Bible sat, and said that "the weight of the Word would outbalance the witch if the accused was guilty." 

Nancy stepped on the scale, fell hard, and was declared innocent. Nancy later moved to Georgetown, Ohio, and died at a ripe old age as a highly respected woman, despite previous witchcraft charges. All this craziness started by the Hildebrand sisters.

Next, I told Walt about the image of the barber shop that Shelly had; he said that many years ago, three doors down, right next to Scott's Drug Store, there used to be a barber shop, dating back as far as 1924. Walt showed me where it would have been located in an old photo. The barber was named George Bowyer, and he was short with curly hair. His son-in-law, Kenny Mason, worked with him for some time in that shop. Kenny is still a barber in Bethel today.....

Then I told him about the wooden chairs on the second floor that brought about the feelings of "mournfulness" and how it was reported they were from an old opera house that burned down. Walt said there used to be a bigger building built by the Knights of Pythias (a fraternal organization, much like the free masons or Knights of Columbus) to which Walt is currently a member, located near the Baptist Church. It was big enough to hold an opera, plays, commencements, lectures, etc. He said he wasn't sure if they ever really held an opera there, but everyone in town referred to it as "the opera house." It was then turned into a movie theatre until 1937, and then bought and torn down by Cincinnati Bell; but he never remembers there being a fire. After describing what they looked like to him, he said he thinks he knows exactly the style of chair I was talking about and they recently had some at the museum but got rid of them...


I also asked about Ulysses S. Grant. He said "we claim Ulysses as being a resident here in Bethel, but the truth is that his parents lived here. He may have been here about 7-8 years in a row at one time, mostly just to visit his folks, and one of his children may have been born here, but he was never really a true resident of Bethel."  However, Grant's father, Jesse, was the first mayor of Bethel.


The Underground Railroad was very active in and came straight through Bethel. Walt reports that it came through Bethel, went up to Williamsburg, and usually ended in Canada. The Bethel Baptist Church built in 1853 was a very active participant in the Underground Railroad and supposedly does have some tunnels underneath the building that are still visible today.


-Taryn, VOLP Historian