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US ~ Stopping by a Ghostly Castle: Gimghoul

Gimghoul Castle
Gimghoul Castle

I can’t think of a more perfect name for a castle than Gimghoul. The word just sounds eerie and mysterious. And, as it turns out, so is the place.

When researching a trip to Chapel Hill, NC, I unearthed an intriguing legend about Gimghoul Castle. Back in 1883, Peter Dromgoole (again, I’m crazy about the name), an 18-year-old student vanished. The rival for his love supposedly killed him in a duel and then tried to hide and bury his body under a large stone. Strange bloody red splatters appeared on the rock, staining it.

The next day beloved Fanny came looking for Peter, but Dromgoole had disappeared. All that remains is the reddish rock. Some say his ghost haunts the property, or is it Fanny?

Believe what you want; Gimghoul Castle was built on the site of the boulder, near the university campus. Completed in 1926, tax records reveal it is owned by a secret society: none other than The Order of Gimghoul. The fraternity-like group was founded in 1889, based on the legend of Dromgoole and the ideals of medieval times, similar to the Knights of the Round Table.

On my visit to the Tar Heel state, my curiosity was up. I had to find the foreboding estate.

I drove over to Gimghoul Road, a neighborhood street lined with two-story colonial homes and picture-perfect yards looking like they were maintained by gardeners. I stopped a lady trimming her bushes and asked for directions. She told me, “You’re almost there. Keep on going when the road narrows and turns to gravel. The castle will be on your right; you can’t miss it.”

And, sure enough, the street dwindled to a rocky path, bordered by overgrown hedges and ivy. The Norman-looking structure appeared, the top of its round tower shining in the sunlight. Small Rapunzel-like windows dotted the column. Ominous “No Trespassing” signs surrounded the grounds of the brown stone masonry mansion.

Entrance Tower
Entrance Tower

Instantly, my mind conjured up images of local kids daring one another to ring the doorbell or run around the fortress. I bet you don’t find many trick-or-treating there.

Being by myself, I certainly didn’t want to stir up any ghosts or Gimghoul members. I approached the property’s edge and set my camera on a tripod. As I shot these photos, I noticed a car semi-hidden in the driveway, but no other signs of occupancy.

I returned home more curious than ever and turned up a listing on the International Registry of Castles and another with the NC Historical Society. A prior investigator uncovered the Order’s records in the UNC Wilson Library. Some, interestingly enough, have restricted access. Those materials include a few past membership lists naming prominent students, professors and noted alumni as part of the group. Today, most believe the fraternity initiates ten male juniors a year.

But, keeping mum is what secret societies are all about, and like good mysteries, no one is talking, not even the ghosts.

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This article appeared in AutomotiveTraveler.com

Tybee Island, GA. Lighthouse Wedding

Islands Magazine Cover — June 2008NUPTIAL NIGHT LIGHT

If you’re looking for a unique site where you can seal love’s flame with an intimate wedding ceremony, consider Tybee Island Light Station off the northeast coast of Georgia. Surf kissing the shore creates the processional music as you ascend the 178-step lighthouse. (Don’t trip on your train!) Emotions will swell bright as the old, 9-foot First Order Fresnel lens when gray-haired Captain Longwater ties the knot at an elevation of 144 feet.

Afterward, you’ll savor low-country cuisine: a dish of boiled shrimp, sausage and potatoes. The island remains enchanted by Geechee/Gullah culture, Civil War ghosts and legendary pirates. Just across the bay, luscious Savannah drips with social grace, Spanish moss and that tale of good and evil.

www.romanticweddingsofsavannah.com DEBI LANDER

Official Link to Islands Magazine article: www.islands.com/article.jsp?ID=1000060239

A Tale in Two Cities: St. Patrick’s Day ~ Dublin & Belfast

Even though I’m not Catholic, we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day —it’s my son, Steve’s birthday. Why we’ve even gone to Ireland to celebrate—twice.

Back in 2000, Steve took a job in England. So, Jay and I and Laura, our then 9-year-old daughter flew to Dublin arriving in the morning mist. Lush, velvety green hills enveloped us, making it obvious why this country is called the Emerald Isle.

Our taxi was forced to drop us blocks from our hotel; the holiday parade was swarming all over the streets. I felt self-conscious and out of place as I rolled my luggage down the sidewalk to St. Stephen’s Green. There, at last, was our hotel.

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