April 28, 2020
So, I’ve finished all the stories that are in the book Spirits of Frederick by Alyce T. Weinberg. Or at least the stories I want to share right now. There’s a couple more, but they seem boring to me. Maybe at a later date, I will.
Just a couple of books to choose from for my next series…
~ American Folklore and Legend
~ Ghost Stories of the Maritime
~ Maryland Folklore and Folklife
On the cover of Maryland Folklore and Folklife:
that’s for sorrow
that’s for mirth
that’s a wedding
that’s a birth
that’s for silver
that’s for gold
that’s a secret, never to be told
I’ve also got books on Viking mythology, Native American Legends, and stories from the Smokey Mountains.
Not sure what to do next
Too much to chose from
. . .
In case you’ve missed any of the stories I’ve shared so far, I’ve included links below… in no particular order
The Devil on Horseback
The Missing Note
An Eerie Night at Comus
The Battle of Ball’s Bluff
The Wiggle Latch (supposed to be The Wiggly Latch, but I’m not changing it now!)
The Loats Orphanage’s Lady
The Spirits of Schifferstadt
The Jolly Jug
I’ve also got Frederick County Folklore I can pull more stories from…
I know I’ve more than likely missed some stories…you can find more on my page, Legends. Of coarse it’s a work in progress and I didn’t make the page until a couple of months ago. There are stories I know I’ve missed…
So, I’ve got a decision to make…I’ve got a week to decide, right? What do you think? What would you like to read about?
So, until next time, here’s a story that originates in West Virginia, but stories of him still linger in Garrett County (Western Maryland)… A story about a guy named Timothy Corn who was a recognized hunter and woodsman, living during the times of early settlement of the region:
“While deer hunting, Tim came to a circular mountain and climbed to the top. He got there and jumped the biggest deer he [had] ever seen. It ran ’round the mountain so fast that all he could see was ablur. After thinking how to get a shot at it, he wandered why a bullet wouldn’t travel in a circle. So he bent the barrel and fired his old rifle. The shot went ’round fifteen times before it caught the deer. That old shot had a bead of sweat on it as big as a walnut.” (Maryland Folklore and Folklife by George G. Carey)
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