When I asked her about the accuracy of the post that I had written as I hate to write something that I think is true but later turns out not to be, Juli pointed out a couple of inaccuracies based on misinformation that had been going around for awhile (there's a mix-up between the Hawthorne Hotel and the Lyceum Restaurant - both of which were featured on the same Ghost Hunters episode) and also said that ". ... no one has ever proved that there is anything haunted about the Hawthorne Hotel. Maybe you will be the first?" Well, of course you knew that I just had to pursue that!
There are two rooms at the Hawthorne that are reportedly haunted - room #325 and room #612. As I stated in my September post:
There are stories about room #325 at the hotel - stories that tell of bathroom lights and plumbing turning on seemingly of their own accord as well as strange sounds and sensations such as a child crying and invisible hands touching guests. In room #612, one the hotel's suites, a spectral woman has been seen to wander the hall pausing in front of the room. Within the room itself, some guests have claimed to feel an unseen presence sharing the room with them.Now I'm no ghost hunter and not particularly brave when you get right down to it but I am the curious sort so knowing that I had to come back up here to pick Amanda up in December, that seemed like the perfect time to pay another visit to the Hawthorne which - haunted or not - is a very fine establishment. I've grown a fondness for historic hotels and the Hawthorne is most definitely that as well as run by a staff of wonderful folks, extremely comfortable, and boasts some nice dining opportunities also. Besides, they make me feel special which is always a hallmark of a fine hotel!
Placing the homestead into the capable hands of my good friend and occasional handyman Andrew, Jamie and I made the now familiar trek north but this time I decided to mix it up a little and drive through Boston rather than take the Mass Pike. The traffic was actually a breeze and we got to the Salem area with a decent amount of time to kill before check-in so I continued out to Cape Ann as there were a couple of things I wanted to try to get pictures of.
In Rockport, there is a red fishing shack which is more popularly known as Motif #1 and appears on calendars, posters, magazine covers, etc., etc. all over the world. Even though it was only 20 degrees with a stiff wind blowing, I found the shack on Bearskin Neck Wharf surprisingly easy enough and then jumped out of the warm car just long enough to snap a couple of quick shots:
From Rockport we made our way back towards Gloucester as there was one thing in particular in that seaside town that I wanted to take a picture of. Along the way, though, Jamie snapped a picture of something you don't usually see wandering around out in someone's front yard:
Believe it or not, this fella and two other turkeys were chasing a mail truck ... I kid you not! I wonder what they would have done with it had they caught it??
Anyhow, we got to Gloucester and I had no trouble in finding the object of that photo hunt - the Gloucester Fisherman's Memorial which stands overlooking Gloucester Harbor and honors the thousands of fishermen that were lost at sea during Gloucester's first 300 years.
Also known as "The Man at the Wheel", the 1925 statue was designed and erected to commemorate Gloucester's 300th birthday and was modeled after Captain Clayton Morrissey, a prominent Gloucester fisherman. I'd always wanted to see it in person and now I can say that I have minus the large crowds of people who flock into and around Gloucester when the weather is nicer!
Following my frozen photo finds, we made our way back down the coast to Salem and checked into our room for the night -
And on that note, stay tuned for "the rest of the story" ...