So what did we see at Gunntown?

Despite the time we spent there and the multitudes of photos, not a thing. The only strange experience witnessed was a dog that refused to go through the entrance. No matter how his master coaxed, pushed and pulled, the pup refused to enter.

Yes, hackles were up.

Yes, the dark barked at nothing.

And yes a photo at that moment revealed nothing.

But deep in my git I knew something was there.

GUNNTOWN opened

tonight and did well. Thank you volunteers, actors, and patrons.

Gunntown Cemetery

My words will be spoken by the living protraying the dead this Friday and Saturday. Because of my own insecurities I won't be there to watch but I hope you will. I will await the reviews at Sardi's.

Go to Gunntown. Support the Naugatuck Historical Society. Enjoy the show.

Gunntown is a Go

The scripts have been accepted and now costuming and rehearsals follow. We meet the ghosts of the Gunntown Cemetery shortly.

Gunntown Cemetery Scripts Are Done

I hope the committee enjoys them. I know I have been away largely because of my work on these scripts. October is coming and so is our little play of the dead. Details to follow....

Gunntown Cemetery Connecticut

I made my first trek to the haunted confines of the tiny boneyard in an effort to set the staging and help the historical society find specific grave markers for characters to be written about.

I didn't have any sensation; I didn't see or hear a thing. Perhaps the residents knew we were there to celebrate them rather than taunt or confront.

We did find an empty bottle of liquor on the top of one headstone. Teenagers no doubt, perhaps they too came to commune with the undead with cheap bourbon and a Ouija board.

I just hope the reason for my uneventful trip was because the inhabitants were too busy torturing the damned fool who desecrated their hollow ground.

One can only hope.