Garrett Farm

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I've heard that too, Joe. Knowing the superstitions of old, I suspect that he likely did yell something similar at least. I remember an elderly gentleman from my childhood that walked everywhere he had to go. If he passed through one of those cold spots that you occasionally experience in the atmosphere, he would stop and go the other way, feeling sure that he had just encountered a ghost. If a funeral procession was heading past him, he would turn around and walk with the procession until it passed him by.

For a number of years, the Surratt Booth Tours were met in Bowling Green, Virginia, by a wonderful lady named Miss Maude Motley - definitely one of the last of the gentile Southern ladies of our time. Miss Maude had known Lucinda Holloway and knew family stories. She used to tell us about the bloody porch boards being taken up from the Garrett house and stored. However, boys used to sneak in and get them and chase the girls around threatening to get the villain's blood on them.