Haunted Homestead 2016

October is here and that means you need to be ready for all the ghosts, goblins, and things that go bump in the night. Get into the holiday spirit with a collection of fun and thrilling events at Frontier Homestead State Park providing a perfect lead in to All Hallows Eve.

img_0210Starting off Frontier Homestead presents Haunted Homestead running on October 10 and 11 from 6-8pm. This family friendly event will get you and yours into the Halloween spirit. Not only will we be providing some unique Halloween themed games, we also will have spooky crafts, ghost stories told by local storytellers, and other haunting surprises. Come explore the Homestead and see our spooky decorations. Be sure to enter the “Haunter” House, if you dare. Admission is $5.00 per family or $1.50 per person. Friends members  get in free.

 

The night time is perfect for telling stories.

The night time is perfect for telling stories.

On Wednesday the 12th join our very popular cemetery tour.  This year our tour will be begin at 6:30 pm in the museum parking lot. Come learn about some of the more interesting headstones and stories about the graveyard. You may even hear about the rabid coyote. Please dress for the weather and bring a flashlight. Admission is free to this event.

Thursday October 13 we present the very popular More than Ghost Stories program. Are ghosts real? Do spirits walk among us? Most everyone has had some type of experience they can’t explain.   If you’re a believer, or just curious, you can join local paranormal investigators as they recount their ghost hunting adventures over the past year and share their findings with the public.  The

A paranormal investigator explores a local business.

A paranormal investigator explores a local business.

team has conducted investigations at numerous locations in an attempt to separate folk lore and stories from genuine paranormal activities. Evidence from the investigations will be presented and discussed, allowing you to come to your own conclusions – is it real, or just your imagination?

At our Homestead Halloween events there is sure to be something to make you think, shake, or laugh so come join us. For more information call us at 435-586-9290, visit our facebook page www.facebook.com/fronteirhomestead, or our website www.fronterhomestead.org

A ghostly apparition?

A ghostly apparition?

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Sleighing Around the Square

Here is a winter story taken from History of Iron County Mission and Parowan  by Mrs Luella Adams Dalton. The story was told by William C. Mitchell and probably took place in Parowan.

William C Mitchell, the story teller. From SUU Special Collections.

William C Mitchell, the story teller. From SUU Special Collections.

“Sleighing parties were always a lot of fun when the winter’s snow piled high and the weather dropped down to the butt end of zero. Walter and I built us a fine big sleigh, that wouldn’t tip over and old Bonnie and Bounce were fat and fit for a race. The old double racetrack around the square, one on either side of the giant cottonwood trees that stood in the center of the street, saw many a race with sleighs loaded clear to the brim.

One night , Ed Burton, Ada Orton, Walter and Mary Orton, Laurette and I hitched old Bonnie and Bounce to the sleigh for a spin around the town. We hadn’t gone far till we met Charlie Norris, Thomas Henry Evans and a crowd in their sleigh.

We started down the north side of the square on the south of the trees where the snow wasn’t so good as it had melted in places. Charlie and Thomas started down the north of the trees and the race was on. Right in our path loomed Jenkin Evans carrying two big  buckets of water he had gotten from the ditch. He managed to dodge in and out as we darted by, but we could have reached out and touched him.

We turned south, past Wm. Morrise’s. Walter ran smack into a big pile of poles stacked in the street, so Charlie got ahead of us, but we caught up with them on the turn east. When we got in front of the Co-op store (on the bank corner) they run us up into the Co-op scales that were set up in the street.

Then Walter got out in a head and crowded them right into the water hole on the corner north of the Bank, where the stream was divided. A big hole had been chopped in the ice for the cattle to drink out of.

Well that was the end of the big race for Charlie’s sleigh was all busted to smitherens, but it was a lot of fun just the same.”

Iron County Sleigh ride.

Iron County Sleigh ride.

Happy Thanksgiving from Frontier Homestead

To celebrate this wonderful holiday, we thought we would give you a few little treats. First this photo of Zion National Park taken on Thanksgiving Day 1923 by William Louis Crawford.

A snowy Thanksgiving in Zion.

A snowy Thanksgiving in Zion.

Second, during the 1950’s Cedar City historian and businessman William R. Palmer had a weekly radio program on local radio station KSUB. During his show, Forgotten Chapters of History, Palmer told tales of local history and sometimes covered other topics. Thanks to Special Collections at the Sherratt Library on the campus of Southern Utah University, many of these programs are available to listen to. On November 23 and 30th, 1952, Palmer presented parts one and two of his Thanksgiving Day program. Click the links and enjoy your holiday as you listen to Forgotten Chapters of History.

Thanksgiving Part I 11-23-1952

Thanksgiving Part II 11-30-1952

 

Mrs. Webster – Another Iron County Tale

A number of years ago we asked the community to share with us some of the legends and lore that have passed through their families. This tale is one of the many that came our way. With the exception of the photos, we are posting this story exactly how we received it.

Mrs. Webster

By a Cedar City Resident who prefers to remain anonymous

We have had several experiences in our home with a ghost that we call “Mrs. Webster”. Although when the kids have an “incident” they get a little unsettled, for the most part “Mrs. Webster” has been a calm and to some degree a caring ghost in our lives.

Our home was built by Parson U. Webster and is known by his name.  It is reputed to have been built sometime around 1865 and served as a home for his two wives, to whom he was married at the same time, had rooms rented, and, since the living room on one side of the house was large by standards of the time, served as a place for “wakes”. Families of the deceased would ‘sit with the dead’ in what is now our family room. My wife grew up in this home and says that she and her brothers and their friends always thought the house was a little spooky.

A great storyteller is necessary for a spooky story.

A great storyteller is necessary for a spooky story.

We do not really know if the presence in our house is the ghost of Mrs. Webster or not, because another older Grandmother who was renting a room once long ago passed away quietly in a bedroom that we used as the Master Bedroom at the time of my first introduction to her. It could be her, or any one of the women who were “sat with” so long ago.

When our oldest son was a toddler, I went into his room and laid down with him to help him get to sleep one night and fell asleep myself. After waking I walked back into the bedroom where my wife was sleeping and saw the figure of a woman sitting on the corner of the bed. Thinking it was my wife, I asked “why are you sitting up?” The figure stood, took two steps away from the bed and disappeared. It was dark so the fact that I couldn’t see her was not so strange, but when my wife sleepily said “what?” and she was snuggly in bed, I had an eerie feeling, but I blamed it on being sleepy.

Sometime later, my wife was taking a turn with the restless baby. She said she was awakened, and felt a presence in the room; someone seemed to be leaning over the bed. She said it was a comforting feeling until she realized there was no one there! But she says it was not a scary presence.

The kids do not share our comfort with our houseguest and when she does make an appearance where they are involved, my wife and I generally end up with additional bed partners. Sometimes we will hear footsteps or doors squeaking in another room and we call out to whomever we think is there, only to find no one!

Happy Halloween from Frontier Homestead

Happy Halloween from Frontier Homestead.

It’s a little strange, but the only incidents with “Mrs. Webster” have always been in the upstairs of the home where the bedrooms are, and the sightings have decreased in number as the kids grow older. Coincidence? You decide! I’m looking forward to having grandchildren to see if she comes around a little more.

Blood on the Porch: An Iron County Tale

A number of years ago we asked the community to share with us some of the legends and lore that have passed through their families. This tale is one of the many that came our way. With the exception of the photos, we are posting this story exactly how we received it.

Blood on the Porch

The Story of the Edward Meeks Dalton Murder

Told to Belinda Harrison by Shirley Mercer a granddaughter

Is it true that the blood of the innocent cries out from the grave?  Here’s a story that will make you wonder!

Edward Meeks Dalton came from an affluent Parowan family and was a very handsome and likable man who was held in high regard in this little close-knit community.  He played the guitar and had a wonderful personality.  People would come to his home to listen to him play his guitar, and often the guests would join in singing with him.

Edward Meeks Dalton

Edward Meeks Dalton

Edward and his first wife were married when he was 19 years old and about 6 years later he married his second wife.  He adored both women and they loved him. They led quiet lives and lived peacefully for a time.  But when, in 1862, anti-bigamy legislation was signed into law, this Mormon polygamist didn’t want to abandon either of his two wives.  So he didn’t.  Therefore, he became a lawbreaker and a hunted man.

In light of the new anti-bigamy laws, the local Marshal was obligated to arrest Edward and take him to jail.  So Ed always made sure that his horse was saddled and ready to ride in case he had leave in a hurry.

Ed said that many times he would be asleep in his home and have a premonition that he needed to leave.  He would get up and leave in the middle of the night, often riding to Arizona where he would work for several months at a time before returning home to Parowan.

There was a time that the Marshal finally caught up to Ed and arrested him.  Ed told the Marshal that he was going to run away from him, and with that he sat down, removed his boots, and started running.  He ran to his horse and escaped from the Marshall.  Ed eluded the Marshall many times because of his fast horse and determination.

In Beaver, another small town about 45 miles north of Parowan lived Marshal Thompson.  He vowed to get Edward ‘dead or alive’.  One night, Marshal Thompson and a deputy went into Parowan to the home of Mr. Page who lived on the street that Edward would be on driving cows to the fields the next morning.

Marshal Thompson, his deputy and Mr. Page laid in wait for Edward.  Early the next morning, Ed, completely unaware of the ambush that was about to take place, came down the road herding the cows.  Marshal Thompson stepped out of Mr. Page’s house and shot Ed in the back!

Dalton's Grave Marker

Dalton’s Grave Marker

Ed was mortally wounded and Thompson and the others carried him to Page’s porch where they laid him.  He begged for them not to let him die there, so they tried to take him to his mother’s house a few blocks away but before they got there, Ed breathed his last.  A good man had died.

Later, after Thompson had shot and killed Edward Meeks Dalton, he felt as though he was always being watched by an unseen presence.  No matter where he went, he felt Dalton’s accusing eyes on him.  Thompson finally snapped and lost his mind.  He died being haunted by what he had done.

The blood that was on the porch where Dalton had lain at the Page home was scrubbed away, but it returned.  The porch was painted over and over several times, but the blood always came back.  There was nothing that could be done to remove the innocent man’s blood from the porch.  So the question remains, is it true that the blood of the innocent cries out from the grave?

An ode to Dalton

An Ode to Dalton