The Stone of Blood Read Online Free
Author: Tony Nalley
Tags: Fiction, General, Historical, Mystery & Detective, Christian, Fairy Tales; Folk Tales; Legends & Mythology
everythin’ just made sense. It was a time and place when the world actually did revolve around me and where the sun really did rise and set by the hands of my mama’s clock !
If it was time to get up, then it must have been mornin’ and the sun would rise up and shine in the east. If it was time to go to bed, then it must’ve been nighttime and the sun would set in the west and the world would go dark. You couldn’t have told me otherwise, cause that’s just how I saw it. I lived in it! I was there!
I don’t recall my exact ages of course as to when all of this happened mind you. But at least for me, these pages and for all intents and purposes I’d have to guess that everythin’ must have happened along about the time that I was five years old! That’s when time started for me. Before then, time had no consequence or meaning.
My Grandpa told me when I was five …that life used to be a whole lot simpler.
“ Life was simpler but people were mean as hell back then, Toby! ” he said. “ By god they were mean! ” He continued as he shook his head and tapped his finger hard against the table to drive home his point. I saw the pictures he showed me. Pictures that was mostly black and white.
According to my Grandpa, Bardstown was once the biggest city in the state! Even bigger than Louisville was at the time; and I guess that since we were the biggest, that’s why we used to get visited by alot by famous people; people like Daniel Boone, Jessie James and even Abraham Lincoln!
Grandpa told me that Abraham Lincoln once came through here with his family when he was a little boy! Now I don’t know for sure if my grandpa meant that Abraham Lincoln was a little boy when he came through here or if he meant that he came through here when my grandpa was a little boy. But I believe that he must have meant the first one, cause I don’t think my grandpa was even born back then!
But alot of famous people have come through here! And even lived here too! One of em’ wrote a song about us! His name was Stephen Foster. He wrote a song about a Plantation House located on the other side of town! It’s called “My Old Kentucky Home”!
We also had a famous inventor livin’ here by the name of John Fitch. He’s the one who invented the first steamboat! And what's more, there’s a tavern in our town square that’s thought to be the oldest stagecoach stop this side of the Appalachian Mountains ! I reckon that’s the main reason we’ve had so many people come through here. Cause we were the first and last place for people to stop and get somethin’ to eat before they headed out west!
Our buildin’s and roadways are filled with a kind of livin’ history here!
Just the other side of the tavern …where a lone coffee tree grows …the old jailhouse whispers its own tales of the past. Most of its visitors consider it to be haunted! The very first hangin’ in our state occurred here, right there at our local county jail. It seems that a man killed his wife’s lover, and then the night before his execution, he and his wife attempted to commit suicide together. But though his wife died …he survived the suicide attempt …and was hung the next day. And after the hangin’, both he and his wife were buried together in the same coffin! It was their final request. Now that’s got truth and ghost story written all over it!
There are lots of other tales and ghost stories surroundin’ our town. And I’ve found that while they may seem like they’re entirely made up, they’re often based upon real life! For instance, it’s rumored that a real life ‘ witch ’ was either burned at the stake or hanged here in the early eighteen hundred's. Though I can’t seem to find a documented record of it, she is said to haunt the pioneer graveyard that rests behind the Old Jail House! A large black cat is supposed to watch over the crypt where her body lies. The cat has been seen many
If it was time to get up, then it must have been mornin’ and the sun would rise up and shine in the east. If it was time to go to bed, then it must’ve been nighttime and the sun would set in the west and the world would go dark. You couldn’t have told me otherwise, cause that’s just how I saw it. I lived in it! I was there!
I don’t recall my exact ages of course as to when all of this happened mind you. But at least for me, these pages and for all intents and purposes I’d have to guess that everythin’ must have happened along about the time that I was five years old! That’s when time started for me. Before then, time had no consequence or meaning.
My Grandpa told me when I was five …that life used to be a whole lot simpler.
“ Life was simpler but people were mean as hell back then, Toby! ” he said. “ By god they were mean! ” He continued as he shook his head and tapped his finger hard against the table to drive home his point. I saw the pictures he showed me. Pictures that was mostly black and white.
According to my Grandpa, Bardstown was once the biggest city in the state! Even bigger than Louisville was at the time; and I guess that since we were the biggest, that’s why we used to get visited by alot by famous people; people like Daniel Boone, Jessie James and even Abraham Lincoln!
Grandpa told me that Abraham Lincoln once came through here with his family when he was a little boy! Now I don’t know for sure if my grandpa meant that Abraham Lincoln was a little boy when he came through here or if he meant that he came through here when my grandpa was a little boy. But I believe that he must have meant the first one, cause I don’t think my grandpa was even born back then!
But alot of famous people have come through here! And even lived here too! One of em’ wrote a song about us! His name was Stephen Foster. He wrote a song about a Plantation House located on the other side of town! It’s called “My Old Kentucky Home”!
We also had a famous inventor livin’ here by the name of John Fitch. He’s the one who invented the first steamboat! And what's more, there’s a tavern in our town square that’s thought to be the oldest stagecoach stop this side of the Appalachian Mountains ! I reckon that’s the main reason we’ve had so many people come through here. Cause we were the first and last place for people to stop and get somethin’ to eat before they headed out west!
Our buildin’s and roadways are filled with a kind of livin’ history here!
Just the other side of the tavern …where a lone coffee tree grows …the old jailhouse whispers its own tales of the past. Most of its visitors consider it to be haunted! The very first hangin’ in our state occurred here, right there at our local county jail. It seems that a man killed his wife’s lover, and then the night before his execution, he and his wife attempted to commit suicide together. But though his wife died …he survived the suicide attempt …and was hung the next day. And after the hangin’, both he and his wife were buried together in the same coffin! It was their final request. Now that’s got truth and ghost story written all over it!
There are lots of other tales and ghost stories surroundin’ our town. And I’ve found that while they may seem like they’re entirely made up, they’re often based upon real life! For instance, it’s rumored that a real life ‘ witch ’ was either burned at the stake or hanged here in the early eighteen hundred's. Though I can’t seem to find a documented record of it, she is said to haunt the pioneer graveyard that rests behind the Old Jail House! A large black cat is supposed to watch over the crypt where her body lies. The cat has been seen many
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