“You can spare me the gory details,” Miss Bronwen said, pulling her hat down over her ears as the wind blew a particularly vicious howl our direction, showering us with snow from the branches of the overhanging trees. “It’s not like we were out there copulating on fresh graves or anything like that,” I said, […]
Huntington Bay, NY: The Rise and Fall of Ferguson’s Castle
So we were driving along Harbor Road in Huntington Harbor, and Miss Bronwen was eyeing me suspiciously. True to form, as I pulled into the parking lot of the yacht club, her eyebrow arched. “Come here often?” she asked. “Er, no” I replied. “But I figure that no one will notice if we’re just parked […]
Chelsea Manor, East Norwich, NY: A Long Island Christmas Carol
“So what you’re saying then,” said Miss Bronwen, “is that Santa Claus is a ghost?” “Maybe not a ghost,” I replied, “But certainly what would be called an agent of the supernatural.” “Oh,” she answered, stifling a laugh, “that makes all the difference in the world.” “Well yeah,” I continued as we walked down the […]
Hempstead House and Castlegould: A Tale of Two Houses in Sands Point, New York
Jay Gould was a New York business man, reviled as a Jew by those who were of an anti-semite bent, but was a Scottish/English mongrel as I recall. He was one of the main stockholders of the Erie Railroad, and an associate of the infamous Boss Tweed. “Just who was Boss Tweed?” Miss Bronwen asked. […]
Rosemary’s Farm: “Life’s But A Walking Shadow …”
Top: Bridge to the stage at Rosemary Farm (Conklin Farm), Huntington, New York. “A poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” William Shakespeare, Macbeth Across this bridge, some of the […]
