If you have been a reader since day one, you would know that every summer we go to my family house in Eastern Virginia. Normally we treat it like a Summer home and just go down there to relax but this year I wanted to be a tourist. So I stumbled across the Rosewell Plantation as frequently visited site.
The Rosewell Plantation is located way off the main road so the more you drive, the narrower the streets become as the trees begin to close you in. There were still homes along the way but all I could think of was how long of a carriage ride this would be and if my car broke down during the present day, how would I get out?
We first stopped by the visitors center where we saw a short movie and received a quick history lesson while looking at some of the artifacts that were recovered from the mansion.
- Ancestral home to three generations of the Page Family – one of the first families in Virginia.
- The mansion took 34 years to build. Once completed in 1725, it became the largest mansion in Virginia and one of the finest homes in American during the colonial times.
- It took the labor of around 300 slaves to upkeep the grounds.
- A huge fire claimed the property in 1916 and here is what is left it today:
Can you imagine living in a home with 17 fireplaces?
Beforehand, I had no clue of the reported paranormal activity. I am not into haunted things so I really didn’t feel anyone else’s presence but I will say that once I made it on the main grounds, the bugs and soggy soil made my desire for exploration pretty difficult. Noah wanted to go down this trail towards the ice house but I couldn’t do it. Nothing in me wanted to see the remains that bad so we turned around back to the car.
The spooky stories include sightings of a little boy who died helping with construction, a woman floating down the front steps and of course the sounds of working slaves (that may have even been buried behind the walls). I wasn’t trying to stayed long enough to see for myself. I guess you can say I was spoked out after all. But what I did find bordering the property were thousands of shells that seem to have made its way from the York River.
There is a story behind this but I forgot. 😛
A part of me wanted to take a shell home but I looked over to my left and saw this…
and thought “Nah…do I really want to take the chance of bringing negative energy home?” LOL
Despite what is engraved on this very headstone, there are conflicting reports on where the bodies actually remain. I don’t know what to believe but I did put the shell back where I found it and went about my merry little way. 😛
The most interesting thing about it all is that when I was discussing my family history and names… guess what name came up?
And there was no way my ancestors could have been the owners. We even have vintage luggage with the Page name:
For more information about this historic landmark, visit Rosewell.org