...a haunted tavern tour & ambiance...

Last night I attended the Haunted Hanover Tavern tour that the Historic Hanover Tavern hosts once a month. While I’ve known about the tour for some time now, this is the first time that my schedule worked out so that I could attend.

Hanover Tavern is one of a few surviving colonial era taverns in the nation. While this tavern is not the original one on the property, there has been a tavern in the location since the 1730s. The earliest section of the present tavern was built in 1791. This is the area between the two chimneys, which you can see in the picture.

The earliest section of the tavern is between the two chimneys pictured above

George Washington, Lord Cornwallis, and Patrick Henry all have connections to the Hanover Tavern. George Washington wrote in his diary about the lodging; and, Lord Cornwallis stayed at the tavern but per the tour guide, Tom, he did not pay his bill. Patrick Henry’s wife’s parents owned the Tavern from 1750-1764.  When P. Henry and his wife, Sarah, whom I have written about in a previous post, were married they lived at Hanover Tavern for several years.

In 1763, Henry was called to the courthouse just across the street from Hanover Tavern to argue the Parson’s Cause case, which helped spark the American Revolution.   

Speaking of the courthouse, my tour guide explained that beside the courthouse building stands the Old Stone Jail where public hangings used to be held both outside and inside of the building. I’m going to file this post under dark tourism as well. Not surprisingly, investigators have heard ghostly whistling in the stairwell of the jail.

Much later, in the 1950s, a group of actors bought the tavern and established the Barksdale Theatre, the nation’s first dinner theatre. 



What was not mentioned in the tour but what I found on the Hanover Tavern website:

In defiance of Jim Crow laws, Barksdale was Virginia’s first performing arts organization to open its doors to integrated audiences. Later, in 1973, Barksdale produced Virginia’s first professional play based on the African American experience, Lorraine Hansberry’s To Be Young, Gifted and Black.[1]

Toward the courthouse

My tour guide, Tom, explained that one of the most frequently spotted apparitions is the lady in black who is often seen wearing a Victorian mourning gown.*** 

Visitors have also heard footsteps when no one was supposed to be in the location, and they often smell perfume. 

While taking the tour, one of the guests near me continued to say that she could smell cigar smoke. I, however, only smelled *old house* but y’all know I’m a bit of a skeptic.   

Tom explained that they (and they meaning the members of the Transcend Paranormal team[2] who come out to do investigations) had a theory about this ghost. A woman named Margaret Wight, a diarist who lived at the tavern during the American Civil war, held a clue.[3] Her writing documented that a widow with the last name of Mitchell had two young children. It is believed that she could be the ghost who haunts the tavern today. Now, Hanover Tavern has published a book about the diaries so could this be an elaborate book marketing technique? Hmmm. You can find a copy of Wight's book on Amazon. Click the picture at the bottom of the post to be linked to the page.

Another ghostly encounter included one of the actors hearing a loud bang. When he entered the room, he discovered that no one was present but the table had been completely turned over and was sitting upside down.

And, finally, in the “Bride’s Room,” named because this is the location where brides get ready for the wedding, there is a male spirit who is reported to have a good memory. During one of the sessions, the spirit called each of the investigators by name.

doesn't this look like a spooky alien's shadow?

I captured a rather ominous alien-like shadow on the wall but it was only another light fixture. Still spooky though!

The window where you might see a ghost child peep

Aside from the reports of gentle ghostly touches on the shoulder, eerie sounds, and even a ghost child peeping out the window, my favorite part of the tour was the ambiance. 

Literally, it was a dark and stormy night. We  started the tour outside but only remained for a few minutes before the rain was much too heavy. Flashes of lightning and loud thunder only added to the ghostly tour delight. I really hoped that the power would go out (preferably while I was not descending  the historic staircase!)

Nevertheless, Haunted Hanover Tavern tours takes the spooky tour business quite seriously. Dimming the lights and having our guide in period attire added to an already creepy setting. For a small cost, visitors get to learn the history of the tavern while lavishing in a ghostly atmosphere.

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[1] “The Hanover Tavern is a historic 18th century landmark in Hanover Virginia.” Hanover Tavern, hanovertavern.org/. Accessed 15 June 2017.

[2] Interestingly enough, the director of this group used to be one of my neighbors. He gave a great Halloween party!

[3] Haas, Shirley A, and Dale Paige Talley, editors. A Refugee at Hanover Tavern: The Civil War Diary of Margaret Wight . Charleston, SC, The History Press, 2013.

*** Please someone needs to catch the quote and ghostly reference. It cannot be for my own amusement.

...love and cemetery plots...

My fella and I bought land today in Hollywood Cemetery. It has been my dream since I was a teen. This was going to be my forever-after home; but, then I got married to a fella who had his own plan. Our plans were different and we were different; all of this was alright. But then, his plans changed and he wanted us to be bones together… and for our first anniversary we thought buying funeral plots would be a romantic gesture for two individuals who had been divorced…twice. Getting married is not always forever for many of us; but, buying cemetery plots together seems like a sweet gesture of forever. But, we put it off and we put it off; I hesitated and I was not sure why. 

Hollywood Cemetery! The place is already like a second home to me. My fella asked when we were going to make the appointment.  I was busy; work was hectic. I always had an excuse.

The thing is… this was my dream. He already had his dream and I worried I was bullying him into being with me… even though this was his idea. At some point, I was going to have to trust him. When he tells me to be myself, he means it. When he encourages me to follow my interests, he means it. When he says he wants us to be bones together, he really does mean it.

Today was the appointment and I was so anxious… like wedding butterflies! I was going to make one of the biggest decisions of my life affecting my afterlife. What if the spot wasn’t perfect?!? How in the world does one go about selecting their burial plot?!?

We wanted to dress in cheery colors!

Well, it was quite simple actually. We made the appointment. I already knew the Assistant General Manager with whom we would be meeting. And, I knew the administrative assistant. The AGM asked us what we were planning (burial or cremation); we want both (because I’m terribly claustrophobic and while all the hot boys of my youth wanted to sleep in coffins, I had no plans of crawling in one with them! Plus, all those damn Poe stories about being buried alive. AND, I’m terribly bothered by needles so I don’t want to be poked and prodded. Since I’m Southern, a little heat has never bothered me. Turn up the fire and let me turn to ash.

The AGM handwrote everything for us including prices and fees. He showed us a map; and, finally, he drove us around the cemetery in a golf cart.

We chose the third plot of five; it was literally the one less traveled and I think we both knew immediately that this was it. The first two were in a more prominent section as were the latter two. The third one took us on a small adventure. I even shared that my gothy heart was swooning as we walked behind two mausoleums. I had never considered saying that it would be nice to be near such things. And there, under a giant magnolia, was our plot. The AGM noted that it was one that no one else has wanted. Even better.

Neighbors to the left... and an old dirt pathway.

It embraces my goth-girl need to creep around mausoleums and my fella's longing to be around trees and among birds.

They say when you try on your perfect wedding dress you just get the feeling; or, when you meet the right partner, you just know. I’m not even talking about all that but when we saw our plot, we knew. We had planned to look and go home to discuss it; but, my fella and I looked at each other and said, “This is it!” 

Behind the mausoleums feeling the spooky atmosphere!

And to make everything that much easier, they have a no interest payment plan for five years. Cemetery plots and funeral expenses aren’t cheap. This makes everything a bit easier especially when one can plan ahead.