"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, September 25, 2026

Weekend Link Dump

 



Welcome to this week's Link Dump!  There are no strangers here; only cat friends you haven't met yet.



Feeling melancholy?  Try ostrich liver!

In 2024, something left a very weird crater on the Moon.

More deadly amusement parks.

A very unsuccessful hermit.

A new cat species has been discovered.  A darn cute one, too.

Europe's first treatise on cheese.

A sorcerer's magical diary.

Why some funerals were not rushed.

The latest in the search for Noah's Ark.

The folklore of Harvest Moons.

An aristocratic philosopher.  And warmonger.

The city that spent one day as America's capital.

The possibility of hidden chambers in King Tut's tomb.

A social worker turned mass kidnapper.

The Witch of York.

A bunch of disappearing priests.

The ultimate "I'm not saying it's aliens, but..." theory.  (Follow-up question: "OK, so who created the aliens, smartypants?")

Did Vikings really burn funeral boats?  Well...maybe.

Crime and punishment in 1787 England.

Benedict Arnold is spending eternity in a kindergarten classroom, which is as good a definition of "Hell on Earth" as any.

The General known as the "Black Devil."

When London lived in fear of being garrotted.

The art of Regency letter writing.

The birth of "Johnny Appleseed."

A ballad about a classic murder mystery.

That's all for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at the very creepy last weeks of an elderly woman.  In the meantime, here's Tom Petty.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

Via Newspapers.com



This account of your basic friendly neighborhood monster appeared in the “Mexico Weekly Ledger,” December 13, 1883:

MEXICO, Mo., December 8.--The neighborhood of Hopewell Church, near this city, is much excited over the appearance in the locality of a strange creature, which is thought by the credulous to be a ghost, and which is a puzzle at least to the most skeptical. The apparition is simply that of a lean monster man, between eight and ten feet in height, wearing a long cloak, and going about with head bowed in an abstracted way, but occasionally glaring at those it meets with small ,glittering eyes, said to resemble those of a cat or some wild beast. The negroes believe the apparition to be ghost, the white people do not know what to say.

There appears little doubt, whatever the creature may be, that it has actually been seen a number of times. The school at Hopewell Church is about abandoned because of fear of the monster, and even sturdy farmers go about armed, in apprehension of it. John Creasy, a well-known old resident, declares that yesterday afternoon as he was returning from Mexico to his home he had a good view of the queer being, who was about fifty yards ahead of him, walking in a leisurely way along the middle of the big road, in mud almost knee-deep, his head still lowered and his long black cloak flowing in the breeze, All at once, and in the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared in the thick woods as mysteriously as he came upon the scene. Mr. Creasy says for the first time in his life, although a soldier under Gen. Grant, he was really frightened, and it was all he could do to control the horse he was riding, so great seemed its fear of the object. Mr. Cyrus Haggert and wife, who were returning from church thanksgiving eve, were surprised by the monster's peering with its cat-like eyes into their buggy and leaning against it, almost crushing the vehicle. The lady has not yet, it is said, recovered from the shock. Mr. and Mrs. H. both claim on this occasion a white cloak was worn. A large number of others have seen the strange creature, and to-night a large party is scouring the neighborhood of Hopewell Church, hoping to capture it. The newspapers of the city are represented in the searching party, which includes one or two St. Lousians, and a report from the expedition is awaited with much interest. The creature is thought to be located in the hills in the rear of one Philip Brown's residence. The Mexico party is under the leadership of Bob White and Jake. Merkell. No services will be held in the Hopewell Church tomorrow.

Special Dispatch to the Globe-Democrat 

MEXICO, MISSOURI, December 9.--The party who went out to the neighborhood of Hopewell Church last night to look for the mysterious creature which has created so much excitement in the vicinity, returned to the city this morning, tired and mystified. It was supposed that the habitation of the monster was pretty definitely known, and little doubt existed that the wild man, or whatever the thing may be, had a home in a cave in the hills but recently discovered, but this proved a mistake. The cave was searched thoroughly, but no evidence found that it had been made a home by anything save the wild animals, which are plentiful in the woods of the region. The searching party passed the night in the woods, and around the fires built new stories were told of the peculiarities of the apparition.

All agree that it is a man between 8 and 10 feet in height, but some of those who have seen the thing, the colored people especially, declare it to be headless, and assert that it wears a white instead of a black cloak. Of course these are the more superstitious, and those who, unconsciously, perhaps, exaggerate what they have seen. Farmers of known veracity who have seen the strange object are numerous. Anton Bradshaw, as he was returning from town late, saw it sitting bolt upright on the fence in front of the church, with its head bowed, apparently meditating, in the same manner as heretofore described.

Thinking discretion the better part of valor in this particular case, he turned his horse's head quickly, and repaired to a neighbor's friendly shelter, where he staid until the next morning. All these and many similar stories were last night told of the queer antics indulged by the mysterious monster. The search will be continued and, until the mystery is entirely cleared up, will be unceasing, day and night, and not even a living "varmint" in that vicinity will be given a minute's rest. That there is really something which alarms the neighborhood is assured. The above is no joke.

How much truth there is in it, we don't know. Of course the matter is greatly exaggerated, but we have interviewed several prominent men and find that much of the reported matter is true. We also learn that a couple of insane persons have escaped from the Fulton asylum. These unfortunates may be roaming around in the woods near Mexico, and be the cause of this excitement. The following persons have seen the Hopewell church spectre: Cyrus Haggert and lady, Jay Bennett, Burney Hooton, John Creasy, Cyrus, Harding and Ellis Scott, Phillip Brown, Willis Terrell, Captain Clem, and others.

Some pronounce it to be from eight to sixteen feet high, dressed in black, without any head, while others say it is about the size of Tom Thumb, has feet like a camel, three heads and is dressed in white. We breathlessly await further developments.

As far as I can tell, no “further developments” ever appeared in print.

Monday, September 21, 2026

The Tall Man




There is something about the transitory, enigmatic nature of the following little story that charms me.  I always enjoy those moments when The Weird suddenly appears, slaps you in the face with a dead fish, and just as quickly and inexplicably vanishes for good.

Our tale takes place on a pleasant English Sunday, May 5, 1924.  A young woman named Betty Bone went on the bicycle ride of 15 miles or so from her lodgings in Breamore, Hampshire to visit her family in Southampton.  However, along the way she had been bothered by “gipsies” demanding money, so her brother Alf and a friend, Ewart Pole, volunteered to accompany her back home.  The roads were virtually empty, and it was a clear, sunny day.

The trio was cycling along what is now the B3078 when, near the entrance to the Bramshaw golf course, they observed something odd.  Walking along the side of the road in the same direction was a man.  They were a bit surprised to suddenly see him--as one of them later put it, “He just appeared.”  Normally, this would hardly merit notice, except that the man was wearing a curiously old-fashioned long frock coat and wide-brimmed top hat.  And he was tall--very tall.  At least seven feet tall.  Betty and her companions noted the strange fellow, shrugged, and continued on.

A quarter of a mile later, the three were a bit disconcerted to see ahead of them the same freakishly tall man walking briskly towards Fordingbridge.  They soon cycled past him--perhaps pedaling just a bit faster than they had before.

It was as they neared the junction with the Fritham-Nomansland road that their emotions went from bemusement to genuine fear.   They saw the tall man 20 yards ahead of them, walking with the same purposeful, yet unhurried gait.  The trio blew past him as quickly as they could, not slowing down until they reached Betty’s home.

As one can imagine, the two young men did not enjoy their return journey, but there was no sign of the tall man in the frock coat, and, as far as is recorded, he was never seen by anyone again.

Friday, September 18, 2026

Weekend Link Dump

 


Welcome to this week's Link Dump, where our host is this very personable cat from around 1900.  Alas, I have no other information about this photo.



A handy reminder that the 19th century seaborne trade wasn't always much fun.

10th century priests go to court.

The mysterious death of George Proctor.

In which an Australian tree just wants to be left alone.

The sad life of Marilyn Monroe's mother.

How to use magic to protect your home.

Does the Great Pyramid have a secret code?

New discoveries near Machu Picchu.

Behold, your Apocalypse Travel Guide.

How AI is not letting the dead rest in peace.

Are you an Olympic rower?  Better hope the crocodiles aren't hungry!

The Norman Conquest in eight buildings.

A pre-Incan tomb has just been opened.

The traces of Roman London.

The fad of "ornamental hermits."

A roundup of English beer lingo.

Something strange appeared in the skies of 1910 Ireland.

Mrs. Gallup gets a summons.

Hildegarde von Bingen's secret language.

The Polish units that fought in WWII France.

The naval chaplains and the rascally journalist.

Canadian UFOs in 1915.

And that's it for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at a bicycle ride that turned very, very weird.  In the meantime, here's a blast from the 1980s past.

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

Via Newspapers.com



Ghosts get notoriously snippy when earthly affairs are not arranged to their satisfaction, as this news item from the “Chester Chronicle,” January 16, 1858, will illustrate:

Within one mile of Llangollen station, at a place called the Fron, there have been some strange and singular scenes. Some months ago a person named Joseph Hughes died very suddenly on his way to chapel. Unfortunately he had neglected to make a will way as to the bequeathment of his property, which consisted of a few pounds in gold, a silver watch, some household furniture, a fine pig, and a large hog of potatoes. The property has been left to be divided between three surviving sisters, two of whom reside in the neighbourhood, and one in Chester, or its vicinity.

It appears that the elder one has thought she had a greater claim upon the property so left, and, in opposition to her sisters, had taken possession. This conduct made such a commotion in the family, both dead and alive, that it is said their late brother Joe, like the ghost in Hamlet, is “doomed for a season to walk the earth," and pays (much to the astonishment and terror of the neighbourhood) a visit to his late residence with the intention of settling matters, and enquiring as to where his money has gone, in such words as these, “lle Mae pwrse Goch Joe"--English, “where is Joe's red purse?”  After each sentence he would run with the swiftness of a greyhound round the garden. On one occasion he was seen in the attitude of making a fire and then walking about the house as though in search of something. Not content with this, he makes his appearance at the hour of midnight, hurling bricks and other missiles in and about the house, which has not been inhabited since his death, and seriously affrighting a family which resides in the adjoining tenement. He was heard to say recently, "O Sarah! Sarah!”--alluding, it is supposed, to one of his sisters--"if these matters are not settled to my satisfaction, I will haunt this place by night and by day." If so, the sooner matters are squared the better.

I certainly can’t disagree with that last remark, but, unfortunately, I haven’t been able to learn if “Joe” ever got his wish.

Monday, September 14, 2026

The Extraterrestrials of Gallio




Some alleged encounters with alien beings are definitely more unusual--and frightening--than others.  For example, even the most dedicated UFOlogist would probably want to avoid what supposedly happened to 61-year-old Angelo D’Ambros of Gallio, a mountain town in northern Italy.

On the morning of November 24, 1978, D’Ambros went out to gather firewood in a copse.  After he had been working for a couple of hours, he turned around and realized that he was in the presence of two utterly bizarre, only vaguely humanoid creatures.

The beings were hovering in the air, about a foot off the ground.  They were a little over three feet high.  They were extremely thin, with yellow skin stretched tightly over their skeletal frames.  The creatures had large, elongated bald heads, with huge, pointed ears.  The eyes were white and without eyelids.  The noses were huge, set above equally large mouths featuring a set of pointed tusk-like teeth.  They were wearing what resembled tightly-fitting overalls, leaving bare their disproportionately long hands and feet.

The sinister-looking creatures stared at D’Ambros with what seemed to be a great and--considering the circumstances--very unnerving curiosity.  The shorter of the two began gliding around him silently.

Poor horrified D’Ambros didn’t know what to do, which is quite understandable.  He summoned the strength to shout “Help!” as loudly as he could, and in a shaking voice asked the beings who they were and what they wanted.  The creatures responded with unintelligible mutterings.  Then, the taller of the two began grabbing at D’Ambros’ billhook.  The Italian, very sensibly, was determined not to let it out of his hands.  As they struggled over the implement, D’Ambros felt an electrical discharge run up his arm, but sheer terror gave him the strength to hang on to his weapon.  With his free hand, D’Ambros grabbed a large branch to swing at the creature.  Obviously recognizing his intentions, the two beings gave up the fight and glided off.

By this point, D’Ambros’ anger at these pesky extraterrestrials was stronger than his fear.  He ran after them as fast as he could, but he soon lost sight of them.  However, in a clearing a short distance away, he found a peculiar solid, metallic oblong disc resting on four legs.  The disc was red on top and blue on the bottom, with the legs resembling aluminum.  It was about 13 feet long and six feet high at its center.  As D’Ambros stared at the thing, he saw the freakishly long hand of one of the beings reach out from inside the craft and close a sort of trap door.  Then the disc took off in a burst of red flame, instantly vanishing behind high trees.



At first, D’Ambros was inclined to keep his odd experience to himself, but after a fruitless attempt to understand what he had seen, he finally confided in his son-in-law, Luciano Munari.  Munari visited the site where the beings had appeared.  In the clearing where the disc had rested, he noted a circular area where the grass was black, flattened, and rotated in a counterclockwise direction.  There were also two U-shaped impressions, 7 inches long, an inch wide, and one inch deep.  Unfortunately, Munari had not thought to bring a camera with him, and subsequent snowstorms prevented him from obtaining convincing photos of what he had found.

The whole weird business eventually wound up in the local press, which brought it to the attention of investigators from the Italian National UFO Research Centre (C.U.N.)  When C.U.N. researchers visited D’Ambros and Munari several times in the fall of 1979.  They concluded that both the men and their families were “people who enjoy the highest reputation in their community, and very plain straightforward folk, deeply engaged in their own daily activities.”  They added that D’Ambros in particular was “not a person of great education, and consequently hardly likely to be subject to flights of fancy.”

In his article about the episode which was published in the “Flying Saucer Review” in 1983, C.U.N. board member Antonio Chiumiento could only conclude that “To our way of seeing it, it is impossible to dispose of the case by attributing it to a hallucination, since there is no proof whatsoever in support of such a solution.”

I suppose there’s nothing more to say.  However, I am left with one question that, to me, adds considerably to the creepiness of this episode:  Why did this rat-faced alien want that billhook? 

Friday, September 11, 2026

Weekend Link Dump

 



Welcome to the Link Dump, where our host for this week will be British composer Daphne Oram's cat!  She had four cats, Elect, Tronic, Sine and Square.  I don't know which one this is, but he is very welcome.


When reference librarians were Google.

Bigfoot?  Or fat guy skinny-dipping?  The world wonders!

The patterns of near-death experiences.

The (former) Versailles of the West Indies.

A husband and wife stand trial for murder.

Stone Age hunters were pretty good sailors.  (As a side note, I've often thought that ancient humans would have been justly offended to learn that we think of them as "primitive.")

This is for all of you who have been wondering how the largest known T. rex died.

The trousers of Old Mexico.

"The Devil made me do it!"

In defense of palmistry.

Recipes from Victory Gardens.

Charles James Fox and the heiress.

Parliament, Clangers, and Bagpuss.

What it was like to sell second-hand tombstones.

Ah-hoo, werewolves of...Detroit?

The last of the Neanderthals.

The possible dangers of meditation.

The 1381 Peasants' Revolt.

The mystery of why male chimps spend years throwing rocks at the same tree.

In this week's episode of "rewriting human history..."

The long journey of a "magical" manuscript.

How the United States got its name.

When amusement parks turn deadly.

That's a wrap for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at a particularly weird extraterrestrial encounter.  In the meantime, here's Jackson Browne.