“What I hate is that all the focus on the legends of Sweet Hollow Road online, lead to a rather belligerent sort of crowd visiting the area. At one time there was a sign here which read “Life, How Short.” Melville Cemetery on Sweet Hollow Road is thought by Many to be the last resting place of the infamous Mary, the central figure in many Long Island legends. We crossed the street and went through the gates of Melville Cemetery. The trail ends at the barrier with 666 painted in red on it.
Those woods are said to be haunted by a variety of spooks. I had her whip into the parking area for West Hills Country Preserve, where a trail led up Mount Misery, eventually hooking up with Mt. And they might just as easily have been spread by me as a reputable researcher.” I don’t find any documented references except those from the internet. I’ve spoken to people who were teens in the sixties, and some of her stories were around then, and undoubtedly, some are much, much older.
Today we’re looking for the 19 th century, and a lady named Mary. The association between the poet and the place helps to create a sense of history which makes folklore in the area a bit more ripe. And there are quite a few houses still standing from his family and others of the time.” Walt Whitman was born here in West Hills in 1819. I mean Walt Whitman was born just over the hill. What makes this place so special is there is actually more history here than folklore. I told Miss Bronwen “I haven’t found where Wilmot lived yet. He followed his companion in wickedness before the light of day.” “I am glad to say every effort was made to save the life of the robber, who lay in a dreadful condition on the floor of the parlor, but it proved unavailing. The next morning traces of blood were seen in the road and on the fence, so that there is little doubt that he was wounded, though he escaped.” Oakley (with his gun reloaded) after him, fired at him as he was running on the road. The other man, seeing one of his comrades dead and the other fallen, ran out of the house, Mr. Oakley, fired, and the second man reeled and fell. He then took the gun again loaded by Mrs. While she reloaded, he warded the other two of the rascals off with the gun in his hand. He handed his wife the gun, and took from her the loaded one fired it off, and his man fell. Oakley fired his gun, and one of the intruders his pistol, which triflingly grazed the ear of Mr. Wilmot Oakley was one such fellow, and found himself under attack by British soldiers. Though much of Long Island was British sympathizers, the folks in the West Hills were often rebels. The American Revolution hit this area pretty hard.
#Pbs misery street full#
A big man, he could hoist a full barrel over his shoulder and walk down Sweet Hollow Road to town. John Woolsey was known as the Sweet Hollow Giant. We also passed the Presbyterian Church of Sweet Hollow, where many of the town’s early settlers are buried. I passed on that though there is an interesting old graveyard nearby.
#Pbs misery street serial#
She asked if I wanted to go visit the Day Camp at the end, where as legend had it, a serial killer had taken out that day’s campers. We approached the southern most section of Mt. I had just told her that originally Melville itself was called Sweet Hollow. Miss Bronwen barreled down Old Country Road, eastward towards Melville.
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