I've been waiting for you...for I have a story to tell you.
For many generations, they say that I am haunted.
They claim that I am one of the most haunted plantation homes in Louisiana, yet alone in America.
Proud of this, I am not.
Built in 1794, they claim that I sit atop an Indian burial ground.
Because of this, I am punished with much sorrow, grief and death of those whom lived in me for the past two hundred years.
For the past two hundred years, I have provided over 600 acres of bountiful indigo and cotton, only to be ravaged by soldiers of the Civil War.
For the past two hundred years, I have birthed many children, only to have them taken away from my beautiful gardens by yellow fever.
For the past two hundred years, I have had many owners, only to have them run me down due to ill management or gambling debts.
But I, The Myrtles, will not die...
at least not today...
for I have a soul.
They claim that my soul may be the souls of those who have died within me, but I will never tell.
The restlessness of my weakened structure is only a confirmation of my broken heart.
Some may recognize it by my mysterious creaks and voices in the night or perhaps by my cold drafts that flow through my aching bones.
I shall continue to let everyone know that I am alive by striking a piano key when no one is looking or perhaps sighing at the sight of watching my guests sleep.
I am alive.
(it's me, Jodie)
do I have your attention now?
(And Yes, I did write that all by myself, making it up as I added my photos...that's just what I do!)
Several weeks ago, Sarah and I decided to take a road trip to St. Francisville, Louisiana. It's not even 2 hours from where we live and it was a beautiful day out. We looked at each other and thought what the heck...let's do it.
Now let me warn you, I have no ghost story to tell of my own as I've never experienced a "real" ghostly encounter in my life. Trust me, if I ever did...I'd be six feet under because of a heart attack. I'm the toughest talking biggest chicken shit there ever was! ;)
But here in the Bayou State, us Cajuns can tell some good juicy stories of the past. They may not be 100% true but they sure in the hell are interesting! And sometimes scary too!
The Myrtles Plantation is full of stories:
The mirror with ghostly images and hand prints...
The 17th step on the main staircase...
Voices, screams and gunshots...
Blood stained floors...
and then there is Chloe, the most famous ghost of the Myrtles.
Yep, all under one roof...amazing!
You can go here for the truth, tales and lies about this fascinating and beautiful two hundred year old home.
Everyone who enters has their own story.
But I can promise you one thing...
The Myrtles will NEVER tell.
I hope you have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend.
Remember that it's our freedom that we are celebrating and please be safe & courteous on the road or in the air.
If you see a solider (active or non active),
please tell him or her "Thank You"
(your personal tour guide)
See ya next week!
(oh the places we will go)