There’s some strange legends about Head of the Harbor, New York concerning Mary’s Grave and Mary Hatchet, associated with a couple of particular places. We take a look at what the truth is about these places, and what truth lies beneath the legends.
Go to A Gothic Cabinet of Curiosities and Mysteries to read the article
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wow its true i went there
HOW DO YOU GET TO THIS HOUSE!!!! ive been doing so much research and cannot seem to locate the playhouse, ice house or any of this. someone please helpp
make a right at the general store, follow the road down and its right before a park on the water called “cordwood”
om goodness the times we had as kids searching for mary’s grave then actually finding it and then the car went dead with about eight people in it. I will never forget that night.
Hi, so me and my friends are mostly going into 10th grade and we have this list that we need to complete before the end of the summer of things to do. We’re all best friends and we would love to finish this. But one of the few things left is finding marys grave (and maybe doing the wigi board there). but could you give me directions to where it is, i live in st. james so i know most of the area. Could you give me directions from the General Store?
I know I turn at head of habor sign but how can I get there?
Okay, I’m only going to say this once, to find directions for getting there, go to my other site, A Gothic Cabinet of Curiosities and Mysteries, and to this page – http://wp.me/pCBwE-x- . I put the directions in the comments of this overly long article. Before you’re allowed to read the directions and visit the site, you MUST read the article, and there will be a quiz. Those visiting the site without reading the article will no doubt have their eyes poked out by Mary herself.
Years ago, close to 30+ years, my friends and I were traveling north on 25A right at Head of the Harbor. it was a rainy night and the roads were slick. We were speaking of Mary and her legend when no sooner were we almost hit, head on, by a car traveling in the opposite direction. We were spared… to this day, I believe Mary was there.