Welcome to SoloLady.com - Your Source for Single Living, Single Travel and Single Parenting!
 
HOME PAGE      ABOUT US      BLOGS      MESSAGES        E-MAIL OTHERS ABOUT OUR SITE
The Web sololady.com

Solo Lady Blog Topics

  • Good info (0)
    Last Post: (11/28/2012 5:27:45 PM)
  • Lonely (3)
    Last Post: (11/15/2010 8:10:27 PM)
  • unfixable (0)
    Last Post: (3/21/2009 12:57:58 AM)
  • Just You (0)
    Last Post: (12/31/2008 8:10:14 PM)
  • A Foil Tip (0)
    Last Post: (5/27/2008 3:20:02 PM)
  • Robbers? (0)
    Last Post: (7/12/2007 7:49:15 PM)
  • Valerie (0)
    Last Post: (3/8/2007 9:23:10 AM)
  • Susan B. (0)
    Last Post: (10/17/2006 8:48:51 AM)
  • Moving On (0)
    Last Post: (2/3/2006 12:00:00 AM)
  • Beds (0)
    Last Post: (1/4/2006 12:00:00 AM)


 


POST A REPLY TO THIS BLOG    

The Headless Neighbor

Written by: Lea Lane 10/31/2008 6:11:28 AM
For many years I lived in rural Pocantico, Hills New York, near the home of Washington Irving, the author of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Irving is buried in the cemetery near my house along with members of the Van Tassel family. Remember the fictional Katrina Van Tassel?

We were all aware of the Headless Horseman and how he rode in the area near the Pocantico river, Because of the Sleepy Hollow connection, crunching on the leaves on the dark winding roads near my house on Halloween eve was always a bit spooky for my sons, which added to the fun. Especially when there was no moon, and we had to use flashlights to see where we were going. The boys would ask me to repeat the story as we walked in the silence, and I would shine the flashlight on my face from below so it was in eerie shadows as I told the tale.

One Halloween, walking in the cold, smelling woodsy smoke from the fireplaces of the far-spaced eighteenth-century farmhouses along the way, suddenly, out of the darkness, a horse cantered by.
Atop was a rider without a head.

We all screamed in shock! My children grabbed my legs and didn’t let go. We returned to the house with practically no candy.

The next day we found out it was a prankish rider from the nearby stable, in costume.

The next year we trick-or-treated at a nearby condo on a busy, lighted road.

 





Return to Top
HOME | PRIVACY POLICY | ABOUT US | CONTACT US

©2008 www.sololady.com

Please credit sololady.com when sending out info from this site.


..