Sunday, April 27, 2014
In the 1920s, the Addy-Sea had to be relocated twice to different lots due to the threat of storm surge damage associated with its beachfront location. Then, it the 1930s, the Depression was hitting the whole country hard. To make ends meet, the Addy family began renting out rooms to church groups. From there, it grew into a bed and breakfast, with the Gravattes taking over the home and the business in the 1970s.
I absolutely love to hear about haunted bed and breakfasts, and this one is definitely not short on its ghost stories. There are three main guest rooms that are said to be haunted, in addition to all the other crazy paranormal things that happen throughout the inn.
Room 1--Room 1 is one of the most interesting of the haunted rooms. Its private bath contains the original copper tub that John Addy brought with him from Pittsburg. Bathers have been more than startled to find the tub start violently shaking with them in it!
Room 6--This room has hauntingly beautiful organ music playing in it. However, there are no organs in this room!
Room 11--If you're looking for a more visual ghostly experience, Room 11 is the one for you. This is the room haunted by Paul Dulaney, a former handyman for the Addy's and local swim star. Although Paul died out of state on a construction job, his spirit has found its way back to the Addy-Sea. His apparition has been seen sitting on the bed or standing by it.
Even if you don't get to book a haunted room, you still have the opportunity to experience the paranormal activity of the Addy-Sea Inn. The Addy's wild son, Kurtz, died in a tragic accident when he fell off the roof of the home. Footsteps emanating from the roof are said to be his, and he also makes his presence known by running through the halls in the evenings. Kurtz also makes his presence known by materializing his obituary out of nowhere, throughout the inn.
Other activity runs the entire gamut of haunting criteria: strange sounds and music, lights flickering on and off, mechanical issues, including an answering machine that turns itself on, and people getting locked in their own closets.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
The process of becoming one of the Sokushinbutsu mummies took 2000 days, or right around six years. The first 1000 days, the monk in question would subsist on a meager diet of nuts, seeds and berries, and undergo strenuous physical exercise in an effort to rid the body of as much fat as possible.
For the next 1000 days, the diet was changed to nothing but bark and roots. This further slimmed down any remaining body fat, and began removing any excess moisture in the body.
When the second 1000 were almost up, a tea made from the sap of the urushi tree was added to the diet. This tea is highly toxic, and the sap is normally used to lacquer bowls. The toxicity of the tea caused intense vomiting, furthering the removal of body fat and fluids from the body. However, the poisons would remain in the body, which would serve as a means of killing off any bacteria that could cause the body to rot and deter any insects from devouring the flesh.
After the 2000 day process ended, the monk would seal himself, seated in the lotus position, in a small, underground chamber with nothing more than a small air pipe and bell. Each day the monk survived, he'd ring the bell to alert his brothers. When the ringing stopped, the air tube was removed and the tomb sealed. The tomb stayed sealed for three years before being dug back up. If the monk's body had decomposed, the tomb was resealed.
But...if the monk had mummified, he was removed from his chamber. The body was put on display for all to see, and he was raised to the status of a Buddha. Today, there are only between 24 and 28 existing mummified Sokushinbutsu, 16 of which are on display to the public. Of these, most were mummified near the Dainichi-Boo Temple, which is located by a spring with a high arsenic content. It is theorized that the arsenic of the spring contributed to the success of the monks in this specific area.
No one is completely sure how or why this process of mummification started, but it is believed that Kukai, the founder of the Shingon sect, brought the practice from China. One early story illustrates possibly the first "modern" attempt at Shingon mummification:
In the 17th century, famine struck Japan. One Shingon monk took it upon himself to bury himself alive as a way to end the famine. Apparently, it worked! His body was dug up three years later, and to the shock of the rest of the monastery, his body was naturally mummified. The other members of Shingon developed the method listed above as a way to ensure the self-mummification process, and thus, achieve enlightenment as well.
*Interested in more mummy stories? Check out these stories from Theresa's Haunted History!*
Friday, April 25, 2014
This looks like a nice, family photo! Until...you look a little closer. Eagle eyed viewers have spotted a disembodied hand clutching the arm of the child on the left. Do you see it? Creepy, right?
This photo has been on the internet a LONG time, and has recently enjoyed another round of being passed off as a ghost photo. To some, the image is nothing more than a 'photoshopped' forgery. I'm in the latter camp...sorta.
I don't think this photo is paranormal in anyway, but I don't think it was an intentional hoax, either. What I believe happened is just some simple photo editing. Obviously, this is a staged family photo; all members are dressed similarly and are posed nicely in a scenic area.
But, this family has two very young little girls. They also have a baby and a dog. Can you imagine how hard it would be for even a professional photographer to get all the kids smiling, looking at the camera and NOT blinking? Can you imagine how hard it must have been to get the dog to stay still long enough and to keep the baby calm and not crying?
I believe that the photographer took several shots of the family in this similar pose, and then combined two or more shots together to get the best possible result overall. Obviously, in one shot, the older sister had her arm around her younger sibling and the photographer missed it. If you look closely, the hand does appear to belong to a small child.
This kind of thing actually happens more than you'd think, especially in print advertising. Check out the phantom hand on this catalog model:
Thursday, April 24, 2014
It's amusement park season! I am a huge fan of amusement parks and a huge fan of ghost stories, so I was all excited when I read that today (April 24th) was the anniversary of Hershey Park in Pennsylvania...and that the park is home to several ghosts.
The park officially opened on April 24, 1907 and in its early days, was not much more than a nice place to have a picnic and go boating. It was created by Milton S. Hershey as an outdoor recreation area for employees of his candy factory. Over the years, additional attractions were added, including a swimming pool complex, amphitheater, and rides. In the early 1970s, HERCO pushed for the expansion of the property as a modern day theme park with a one-price admission for total access.
Over its long history, the park has definitely picked up its fair share of ghost stories. Here's just a few of those tales!
The ghost of founder, Milton Hershey is said to roam the grounds of his park, keeping an eye on this aspect of his chocolate empire. Although a few witnesses have claimed to actually SEE Mr. Hershey's apparition after park hours, this is one ghost that is usually smelled, and not seen. A phantom smell of cigar smoke is said to indicate Mr. Hershey's ethereal presence.
|From the Hershey Community Archives|
Every amusement park needs a carousel...and a haunted one is even better! The current carousel at Hershey's is actually the park's third. A year after the park opened, Milton Hershey decided to allow the public to enjoy it as well...and added a used carousel for the enjoyment of his guests and employees. It quickly became a hit, and in 1912, a larger carousel was installed and operated until 1944. That year a new carousel was purchased, but due to a shortage of park funds, an older, used model was picked out.
That carousel was the Philadelphia Toboggan Company #47 Carrousel (notice the two 'r's). Built in 1919, the carousel began its career at Liberty Heights Park in Baltimore, where it remained for ten years. Then, it moved to Enna Jetta Park in New York before it was purchased in 1944 by Hershey Park. The theme of the carousel is one of understated patriotism. Beautifully carved eagles, flags, and Lady Liberty are sprinkled throughout the artwork of the ride as a tribute to the end of WWI in 1918--the war to end all wars. It was quite fitting that it would arrive at Hershey Park in the last days of WWII.
Today, the carousel is famous for being one of the spookiest places in the whole park! Originally installed near Spring Creek, it was moved to Founder's Circle in 1972. Since then, park personnel have seen the carousel's lights turn on by themselves, and the ride eerily start to turn without a living soul nearby. The music coming from its Wurlitzer organ begins to drift through the park, all under the command of an unseen operator. Well, mostly unseen. There is one story where a security officer was doing his rounds, when he noticed the lights of the carousel turned on. He turned them off and began to walk away, but the lights flipped themselves back on. As the officer turned back around towards the ride, a shadowy figure of a person sitting near the controls was seen. By the time the officer actually reached the ride, the mysterious figure was gone.
The original swimming pool complex of Hershey Park was completed in 1911 and lasted until 1928. The following season, a new swimming complex, complete with a concrete island lighthouse, was opened. The pools were filled in during the 1971 season and all that remains as a reminder of those years gone by is the lighthouse near the front of the park....that, and the ghosts. Over the nearly half a century that the pools were in operation, several children unfortunately drowned in their waters. The spirits of those children have been seen near the lighthouse wearing their old-fashioned swimwear, oblivious to the changes made by time.
|Hershey Park Lighthouse from Hershey Community Archives|
The Sooperdooperlooper Rollercoaster
The 1977 season of Hershey Park opened with the addition of a brand new thrill ride: the Sooperdooperlooper rollercoaster! However, the ride seemed cursed from the very beginning. On its opening day on July 4th, 1977, the ride experienced a mechanical failure, stranding passengers, including Hershey's CEO and other VIPs, on the hill lift. No one was hurt, but passengers were forced to walk down the narrow catwalks to safety. Unfortunately, it would be only a month later when someone WOULD get hurt.
William Harter was a 16 year old high school student working at the park as a maintenance man as part of a summer vocational program. On August 25th, Harter was removing some bolts from a magnetic control device designed to stop the train. Standing between the rails with his back toward the train, it suddenly started moving and ran over him. Since the incident, many security guards, maintenance personnel, and other employees in the park after dark have seen the shadowy figure of a young man standing or walking along the rails of the coaster.
The tale of the Lady of the Boardwalk can be found in Christopher Wolfe's book, Ghosts of Hershey and Vicinity. Apparently, when the park began its huge expansion project in the 1970s, several nearby private properties were purchased. One elderly lady who was a long-time resident did not want to sell her beloved home, yet felt she had no choice. Instead of giving in, she killed herself in her own attic. The area where the house once stood is located across from the Kissing Tower and is home to several shops, including Boardwalk Fries. In fact, it is believed that part of the original house does still stand, renovated into the strip of shops here. Employees of the establishment have heard the moaning and wailing of a woman, most notably coming from the second story of the building.
The Ghosts of Hersheypark by James Waldron
The Oldest Ride at Hershey Park by J.A. McLynne
Hershey Park History from Wikipedia
Hershey Community Archives
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
I still feel that way, but the more I think about it and the more I interact with groups out there, I've redefined my answer to be a little more all-encompassing. Now, my answer to that question is...
Quality over Quantity!
This really applies to ALL aspects of the paranormal investigation/ghost hunting process, but I've broken down some of the key areas where this concept is essential.
1. Strive for Quality Evidence--You want to collect evidence that will hold up to peer review and scientific scrutiny. You might have hundreds of photos or EVPs that you believe are proof of the paranormal, but if they cannot hold up to analysis, they're essentially worthless. This is an area where the education component does play a big role. Educate yourself on the many, many false positives that can occur within these and other mediums, and how to spot them. Learn how to eliminate or reduce variables that can negatively impact the integrity of your evidence. Where applicable, try to correlate evidence---a drop in temperature might be easily dismissed, but a drop in temperature combined with a spike in EMF might be worth further consideration.
2. Invest in Quality Equipment--You don't have to have all the new toys out there. In fact, its generally accepted in the paranormal community that many of the gadgets specifically marketed to the ghost hunting field simply don't work. Instead of spending all your money on devices that operate on conjecture only, invest the bulk of your budget in good, quality basics. A high-end camera, DVR system, and voice recorder are my top picks for most important gear...and then from there, you can research and consider some of the more interesting gadgets available. Just remember, even high-end, quality equipment is only as good as the operator. Learn the ins and outs of your devices, their limitations, how they work, how to properly interpret their data, and anything that can cause false positives.
3. Develop a Core Group of Dedicated and Committed Team Members--It might be awesome to have a huge family group covering multiple states, or having multiple members for your own state as a part of your team. However, you have to be careful that each and every one of those members is representing your organization with the utmost professionalism and with a shared sense of ethics. A team is only as strong as its weakest member, and if there's even one bad apple, it can affect the whole system negatively. Get to know your team and extended paranormal family well. Also, all team members must be responsible, trustworthy, committed, dedicated, and open-minded. It's great to have plenty of team members, even in smaller groups, but make sure they are there and ready to work when necessary. This includes being available for ALL group functions and knowledgeable on a variety of investigative topics. A few really good investigators are worth way more than a dozen who are in it only for the occasional thrill.
4. Give Each Investigation the Time and Effort it Deserves--To me, this is the most important aspect. I've seen so many teams that truly were weekend warriors; they would investigate 1-2 locations every week, for many weeks straight. After a short time, they would simply disappear, most likely because they had just burned themselves out. Other than simply burning themselves out, I have no idea how these people effectively made time for the entire investigation process, plus hold down a job and spend time with their families!
Spending a couple of hours in a cemetery taking pictures is not an investigation. Visiting an historic location during normal business hours with the general public does not constitute an investigation. While these types of activities might be a great way to test new equipment and get a little experience, they technically aren't investigations. What constitutes an investigation is really dedicating the time and effort to fully research the location, document potential paranormal activity, explore natural explanations, analyze evidence, try to recreate evidence and submit it for deeper scrutiny and review, and present that evidence which cannot be accounted for. For many investigations, there's also an after-care component, as we work with our clients on how to best handle and monitor their situation. And, for me, many investigations are never really complete--there's always more things that can be learned about a location historically, more theories that can be applied and tested, and more potential evidence to be collected. Don't sell yourself or your clients short---treat each investigation and/or location as a top priority. Your website may not be as full, but you'll make up for it in quality.
Friday, April 18, 2014
|Samuel Linn's Cabin, from Pleasant Valley website|
It was a tough decision to pick which one to focus on for today's blog, but I was particularly struck with an old tale that was first recorded around 1959 and then made its print debut within the pages of Ruth Ann Musick's The Telltale Lilac Bush. The tale was re-hashed in A Guide to Haunted West Virginia, with some added details, yet unfortunately, this is one story that is still largely unverified. I've taken this wonderful piece of local folklore and tried to add as much historical documentation as possible to bring it to life.
This is the tale of how Kettle's Run got its name.
Around the time of the Civil War, a log cabin in Benton's Ferry was used as a stop on the Underground Railroad. The home, known as "The Log", was said to be about a half a mile up from where the old Benton's Ferry Bridge crossed the river, right near the base of Vinegar Hill. Abolitionists brought escaping slaves to the cabin to await safe passage across the river and onward north to freedom. However, one evening, raiders were waiting.
A dozen slaves were murdered and their decapitated heads were thrown into a large kettle, which was then placed by the river's edge as a warning to the family who owned The Log. The family, however, refused to let the threat scare them into submission, and in an act of defiance, took the kettle containing the grisly remains across the river and gave them a Christian burial in the Linn Cemetery.
According to the folklore, the slaves never found rest. Twelve pairs of glowing lights, said to be the eyes of the slaves searching for freedom...and their heads...were observed by the people of Benton's Ferry leaving Linn Cemetery in a row. The lights were seen crossing the river, then proceeding up the road toward Vinegar Hill. A mournful chant was said to accompany the phantom procession.
|Linn Cemetery by Gia Hays|
What is interesting is that the lights, although described as very bright, could only been seen from a certain window in The Log. At the original time of the story's publication, it was noted that this house WAS still standing, yet certain renovations had changed the placement of the window, thus putting a halt to anymore sightings of the ghostly lights.
So, is there any truth to this story?
I haven't been able to verify a ton, but I did find some interesting details. Although the names Kettle Run and Copper Hollow (the road past Linn Cemetery) are no longer in use, there's definitely some historical precedence that lends at least a little to the folklore.
Samuel Linn was born in Hampshire County in 1789. It 1835, he and his wife Anza moved to the area around Benton's Ferry. Before the Benton's Ferry bridge was built, a man named Asa Bee established a ferry across the river at this location, linking to the community of Kingmont. It went through a number of operators before the Benton family took over, so when the post office was established in 1836, the area was called Benton's Ferry.
That same year, Samuel Linn finished building his log cabin, and he and his wife settled in and raised their nine children in the new home. Samuel Linn unfortunately passed away in 1852 and was buried on a section of the family's land. Anza had specifically picked out a nice location by a pine tree to lay her husband to rest. Samuel is considered the first burial in the newly established Linn Cemetery, which is still a thriving burial ground today, yet that might not be entirely accurate. Samuel was buried in August--but Thomas Westley was buried the same year in MAY.
|Samuel Linn tombstone by Jeff Custer|
In any event, the cemetery and former homestead of the Linn family are now incorporated into the city of Pleasant Valley. In 1995, the smaller communities of Benton's Ferry, Kingmont, Millersville and Pleasant Valley incorporated into one larger municipality. And, according to that municipality's website, Samuel Linn's cabin is still standing and is owned by Robert Ice.
I can't guarantee that Samuel's cabin is the same cabin known in the story as The Log, nor can I verify that the family in the story is the Linns, and not another local family. Luckily, one of the owners of Samuel Linn's cabin contacted me in July 2014 to clear up the confusion. Although some believe that Samuel Linn's cabin IS the same as The Log mentioned in the story, evidence would suggest otherwise! Samuel Linn's cabin is located on the same side of the river as the cemetery that bears his name and his body. In fact, only about 300 feet separate the home from the burial ground. In the story, the heads were found at a cabin near the base of Vinegar Hill and taken ACROSS THE RIVER to be buried at the Linn Cemetery. Apparently, this other cabin also still stands today, and thus according to the folklore, would have been the cabin where the slaves' heads were left. I haven't yet found out who the other family was...perhaps it was even the family of one of Samuel's children...but if I do, I'll be sure to update!
Links and Sources
Linn Cemetery on Find-a-Grave
Pleasant Valley History
A Guide to Haunted West Virginia by Walter Gavenda and Michael Shoemaker
The Telltale Lilac Bush by Ruth Ann Musick
Thursday, April 17, 2014
That bed and breakfast is known as Cedar Grove and was once the main house on the plantation of the same name. It was built by John Alexander Klein, a local planter and businessman who dabbled in many areas of commerce.
Construction on Cedar Grove began in 1840, shortly after John met a young lady named Elizabeth Day who was visiting New Orleans with her parents. Elizabeth was a mere 14 years old at the time, but following her 16th birthday, the couple was married. An extended European honeymoon allowed the couple a chance to purchase plenty of furnishings for their new home while construction continued in their absence. When they returned, they lived briefly in a nearby guest house until the elaborate home was in livable condition. Still, construction wasn't completely finished until 1852.
The couple were able to spend only a decade enjoying their new home before the outbreak of the Civil War turned life upside down for them and many other southern families. A skirmish left a cannon ball embedded in the wall of Cedar Grove, which can still be viewed today, but luckily the home was saved by its use as a Union Hospital.
The family was also able to hide much of their fortune in plain view, within a secret compartment in a piece of parlor furniture...yet times were not all happy for the Kleins. One of the sons was killed in a accident on the back stairs when he dropped the gun he was carrying and it discharged. A young daughter died of presumably natural causes on the second floor, and two infants were also lost.
With the amount of death and tragedy this home has seen over a period of close to 200 years, its easy to see how its gained a haunted reputation. John Klein is said to still be lording over his former residence and will make his presence known by the smell of pipe tobacco near the Gentleman's Parlour. Elizabeth has been seen walking down the front staircase and throughout the house, seemingly going about her normal routine.
The little girl who died upstairs has been seen looking sad and confused, wandering the staircase, and has been heard playing and giggling throughout the house. The sound of babies crying has also been witnessed. In more recent sightings, housekeeping staff have reported that they will make a bed, then come back to find it indented, as if someone unseen were lying there. Disembodied footsteps are heard on the back staircase where the teenage son died. And, of course, there are Civil War soldiers, presumably those souls who passed away when the home was used as a hospital, seen wandering the home and grounds.
Today the home is a huge and elegant bed and breakfast owned by Colleen Small. It has grown exponentially since Buzz Harper first opened a 2-room B&B there in 1980. But, despite all these changes, it seems as if life goes on for the Klein Family, who are still presiding over their home.
Bonus Fright: Nearby is another B&B known as Annabelle. Annabelle was built in 1868 by John Klein for his son, Madison Conrad Klein, on the original plantation land. Today, this location is also said to be haunted. A one-legged Confederate soldier has been seen in what was formerly known as the Dixie Room!
Cedar Grove Inn Website
Haunted Houses of Vicksburg
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
One such example is the rather creepy photo above.
Aaaugh! I don't know what's creepier...the childlike doll, or the doll-like child? What about the slightly off-kilter perspective? And then, once you're adequately creeped out by all those elements, you notice the face in the window, which is eerily reflected in the mirror. Is it an alien? Is it a serial killer wearing a mask? Is it a ghost? WTF is it!?
Like many similar photographs, this one is being passed around in paranormal-themed Facebook groups. And, in nearly all of them, this is being represented as a REAL photograph, with plenty of commentators eager to support that claim without anything to back up those opinions. There were a few dissenters, but their opinions were largely ignored or dismissed and without any type of documentation to back up THEIR opinion, it was one camp's word against the other.
Lucky for us, someone finally DID take the time to track down the origins of this photo and not surprisingly, was able to prove that it is NOT paranormal.
The author of the wonderful blog, Skeptic's Boot, who also runs the Facebook page, The Rational Paranormal, recently posted his findings after conducting a simple Google Images search for the photograph in question. What that search led to was a thread listed under Reddit's "Creepy" subreddit. Reddit user "tiffyyffit" submitted a photograph with a request for other users to help her "make a creepy in the window."
Several members met the challenge, but it was the image created by "phubans" that essentially "won," meaning, that's the image that was hoarked and passed around the web. The Skeptic's Boot has provided a screenshot and a link to the original thread, where it clearly shows "tiffyyffit" posting the original photo (sans creepy faces), asking for help, and other members submitting their creations. Personally, I prefer the subtlety of "MikeyBakes" creation much better, but that's just me! Check out the link below to check them all out and see a photograph of the original, unaltered image. And a huge thank you and shout out to the Skeptic's Boot for his work in making the paranormal field a little more intelligent! Go check out the blog and give his Facebook page a LIKE!
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Authors: Dana Facaros and Michael Pauls
Published: Tinselhouse (2014)
Amazon Kindle Purchase Info
The Travellers' Guide to Hell, by Dana Facaros and Michael Pauls is available as of right now as a FREE Kindle download from Amazon, so if you're interested, jump on it now! And I definitely suggest you do! I absolutely loved this book, despite it not being exactly what I thought it was going to be...
It's advertised as being a fun little travel guide formatted book, taking you down through the depths of Hell itself. I was expecting something very humorous and honestly, something that was probably going to be poorly written and not very factual. However, I found just the opposite--almost.
This is still a comical look at Hell, from its history to its geography to its inhabitants and literally everything else you could think of. However, its a very well-written and well-researched comprehensive, and even scholarly, look at the perceptions of Hell. The idea of Hell is explored across history and across different cultures, bringing in references from a variety of literary and uh, "first-hand" accounts. It actually loses a little bit of the actual "travel guide" formatting, but that fact is quickly forgotten, thanks to all the awesome information crammed into this book. I especially found the information on the Chinese version of Hell and Gilligan's Island as an allegory of Hell, to be especially intriguing...so head's up: I might be blogging about those later on!
And, like all the other books I review here, this is a title that I do recommend for paranormal researchers. So many times we hear that religion has absolutely no place in paranormal research...and that's true, but only to a point. We cannot allow our own faith or belief system to interfere with an objective and scientific study of the truth.
However, for those groups and individuals working directly with clients, its crucial to have an understanding of how different religions and different cultures view the afterlife, and that includes opinions and even the mythology of what we know as Hell in order to relate to those clients and give them the best possible investigation possible based on their needs. If you have to learn about Hell, then it makes sense to have a little fun with it, and get a comprehensive cross-culture view all in one FREE ebook!
Robert Pershing Wadlow wasn't born here in the tri-state. He was born February 22, 1918 in Alton Illinois. Weighing in at 8 lbs, 6 oz and normal length at birth, Robert seemed like a normal, healthy baby...the first son born to Addie and Harold Wadlow. However, by the time Robert was 6 months old, he already weighed in at 30lbs.
By the time Robert was an adult, he reached a weight of 490lbs...and a staggering height of 8 feet, 11.1 inches tall. His condition was blamed on an overactive pituitary gland, a condition that today can be easily remedied by doctors. But, at the time, it was incurable and would thrust young Robert into the public eye. As of this writing, Robert still holds the Guinness World record for not only being the World's Tallest Man, but also for being the world's tallest Boy Scout!
Being that size put a lot of physical strain on Robert's body, however, most notably in the fact that he had to wear braces to help him walk. It would be these braces that would kill him.
In early July of 1940, Robert was in Michigan for an Independence Day appearance at the National Forest Festival. Not only did Robert have to wear braces, but he had very little feeling in his lower extremities, and didn't realize until it was too late that one of his ill-fitting braces had rubbed a blister on his foot. The infection spread to his bloodstream, and Robert died in a Michigan hotel on July 15th. He was only 22 years old.
His body was brought home to Illinois and he was laid to rest at Oakwood Cemetery. His parents had most of his clothes and personal effects destroyed because they didn't want collectors selling their son's items as "freak memorabilia." However, Robert Wadlow has still remained an air of intrigue. The "Gentle Giant" is still loved and respected, and what memorabilia, such as photos, that survived are displayed at a local museum with taste and respect. There is also a statue of Robert, located in front of a local dental school.
So what does all of this have to do with Robert and West Virginia?
It's not well known, but Robert Pershing Wadlow actually LIVED right here in West Virginia, in the town of Nitro! Robert's father, Harold, worked for an Illinois company that fabricated steel tanks. During the construction of Nitro, the government signed a contract with Harold's company to have a number of tanks constructed in the new community. Harold was appointed to come to West Virginia to oversee and manage the project.
Shortly after Harold had settled, Addie and baby Robert (whose middle name comes from the WWI general, General Pershing) joined him here in the Kanawha Valley. The work was completed by November and by then, the war had come to a close anyway, so the Wadlows packed up and moved back to Alton, well before Robert's first birthday.
More info on Robert
Robert Wadlow bio from Alton Web
The Tallest Man