Our last morning at the B&B. What a great place. It felt like home and we found it hard to leave there and Plymouth. Little did we know the trip that laid in wait for us. Getting to Salem was like working a jig-saw puzzle.
This is Brenda and Roger with their little grand daughter (adopted from China) Natalie. They were great hosts and friends.
Elaine was found guilty and has to spend the rest of her vacation with Bob. A terrible sentence I wouldn't even wish on Bryan.
One of the original beams from the original dungeon where the witches were held. They found the original dungeon when they were digging in 1957.
This poor fellow was crushed to death. If you admitted or denied that you were a witch they would take your land. He did not confess to either so they tried to crush him to get a confession. He lasted three days before he died and never confessed. He was 76 years old and his family got to keep the land because he didn't confess.
Picture of what the witch hangings probably looked like. The hangman came around once a month and hung everyone in the dungeon who was found guilty. I'm sure if you were in the dungeon you'd be hoping he'd get by a wagon or something.
Original witch house. Late 1600's.
Flowers in garden of Ropes Mansion.
Ropes Mansion Gardens.
Salisbury Beaches. Thought of Jen, Josh, and Jackson.
Beachmere. This is the Main Building. We are staying in a little place off the main property.
Looking at the ocean from the lawn of the Beachmere.
1 comment:
Hey that's really cool! You guys look fantastic. SO many beautiful pictures, even when you are in them Bob :)
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