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** Fine-print disclaimer stuff** Due to the unpredictable nature of our New England weather, it might not always be feasible to go for a walk. At least, not a pleasant one. We’ll do our best to work around these situations, and unless it’s really pouring rain, or snowing sideways, we’ll try and give it a go. Therefore, appropriate clothes/umbrellas, etc. are strongly recommended!
What a cheery illustration! For some Puritans, death and sin were often tied neck and neck in the contest for most popular obsession. That might explain how the harsh and apocalyptic poem ‘Day of Doom’ managed to stay in vogue for at least 100 years. But it does NOT explain what’s up with this guy and his giant loaf of death-bread.
This is where we begin our walking tour of the darker moments in Concord’s long history. We’ll explore 375 years of grave-lore, burial customs, ghosts, hauntings and, (of course!) death. Additionally, from journals, books and letters, we’ve pulled together accounts of unusual and chilling experiences from residents, esteemed authors and visitors alike.
Even if you don’t believe in ghosts, come along for the true, sometimes creepy stories and the notion that perhaps there’s a little more to Concord than at first meets the eye...
Old Hill Burial Ground at sunset. Photo credit, Kristi Martin
An atmospheric, evening walk through some of Concord’s lesser-known history
Cost:
$25 per person.
When:
At dusk!*
Wednesday-Saturday
(*available April-November only)
How to reserve:
Call 978.399.8229 or 508.309.8124. Or email [email protected]
Walking tours require a minimum of 6 people - if your group isn’t large enough, give us a call and we’ll see what can be worked out!
a little irreverent. a lot of fun.
The early English settlers described Concord as “the howling wilderness” for a very good reason. Imagine spending a winter’s night on the very frontier of Massachusetts Bay Colony in January, 1636. The dozen or so English families that made up the tiny village of Concord would have found themselves completely isolated in a dark, eerie silence, sheltering from the cold in rude dugouts built into the ridge along what is now Lexington Road.
Early records attest to the fact that death, hunger and sickness were constant companions. Residents wrote of the unsettling and frequent call of wolves...
