Monthly Archives: January 2015

Snowy Days

Well, the nor’easter (Winter Storm Juno–when did they start naming winter storms?) that was supposed to hit Monday night through Wednesday didn’t really pan out, at least in my area.

Thankfully, we didn’t get the 10-22 inches that was being called for. We did, however, get enough. I now see that there is even more snow fell Thursday night, and snow is being called for Monday.

Remember the old days when we would get an inch or so of snow, it would melt, and then we would get more? I suppose this is going to be the new norm: several inches being dumped, and then several more inches falling in the next several days, followed by even more snow …

I’m sure the kids are loving it, though. I remember being in middle school and one very bad winter when the schools were closed several weeks in January and February. Back then they had built into the schedule snow days, but this even taxed the bank. Still, I don’t remember going that much later into June.

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In Search of the Headless Horseman Bridge?

(2014 -04-05 093My search for the original location of the Headless Horseman Bridge started last summer, when I wondered where the location for the original bridge was. Several people expressed interest in knowing exactly where I was looking. They want to know the site of the original bridge. I haven’t even started to look, and with winter here, it will have to wait until the spring–if I look.

As Sara at the Historical Society asked me, why would I want to tell anyone where the bridge really is? She has a Jacob Odell House (Historical Society of Sleepy Hollow and Tarrytown) (2013-03-15 001)point. Let’s say that I do, indeed, find the site of the original bridge. (One reader is sure that his friend already found the place where the bridge crossed the Pocantico.) This becomes public knowledge. People being people, they will want a souvenir of the site–and will probably take a rock. This is what happened with Plymouth Rock, the place where (supposedly) the Pilgrims first set foot in the New World. The rock is now surrounded by a columned edifice that keeps visitors in a railed area, where they can look down on it. The other side of the rock is also railed in to make sure that no one can get to the rock, since souvenir hunters would chip away at it.

Decades ago, my uncle took my grandmother (his mother) to Greece. While on the Acropolis in Athens, she started picking up the rocks lying around and (2013-05-10 030)pocketing them. One of the guards saw her and asked what she was doing. She told him. He then asked her where she was from. She told him America. He then told her that if everyone took the rocks  there that there would not be a ruin left. This is the point: people always want to take something with them. Why, I don’t know, since these “souvenirs” end up tossed in a box in the attic or in the basement until someone eventually comes across them years later and, not knowing what they are (or simply not caring), the “souvenirs” are tossed into the garbage, never to be seen again.

Several years ago, I took a trip to Provincetown, Massachusetts, and went for a walk on the beach. (To someone who grew up in a landlocked location, walking along the beach was an adventure–and a bit scary.) I also decided to pick up some of the rocks that I found, which I did. I still have those rocks. Years before that, I visited Lantau Island, which was then part of the British colony of Hong Kong, and I walked along the beach and picked up rocks that I then took home. I still have those rocks, too: somewhere at the bottom of a box in storage, probably with the rocks I gathered in Provincetown.

Why we want to collect such things is a mystery. How many of us have actually had to pull out those rocks or whatever to “prove” to others that we had, indeed, been there? (Why would anyone doubt us?) Is this part of the consumer mentality that permeates late 20th-early 21st century culture? People have been picking up souvenirs long before now, so I’m not sure where this comes from.

2015-01-17 13.36.18In The Historically Annotated Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Sleepy Hollow village historian Henry John Steiner includes several photos, one of which has this caption, “This is the approximate location of the old Sleepy Hollow Bridge crossing at the time of the story.” (My emphasis.) Steiner supposedly found the location, but there are a lot of rocks all along the shores of the Pocantico in that area. Do we really need to know?

Maybe it’s better to let sleeping dogs lie.


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New Year’s Eve

(2015-01-01 003)(2015-01-01 002)I attended a nice little party at Tara’s, who is one of the volunteers at the Historical Society. Unfortunately, two people could not come because of illness. Nevertheless, a fun time was had by all. I met some very nice people and, as you can see, we were feeling no pain.

Happy new year to all!


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