Freddie Fingers…

It’s Folklore Thursday so here is a little legend from Rhode Island for you.

It is believed that Freddy Krueger was inspired by a creepy campfire tale in Rhode Island.

The stories of “Finger Nails Freddie”, a violent man living in the woods with long finger nails, date back to the 19th century. The story say anyone that wanders onto his former property in the woods is murdered.

It is believed that Finger Nails Freddie is actually a man who lost his family when neighborhood bullies lit fire to his home, leaving his face burned and vowed revenge on the town.

I’ve personally wandered about in the suspected area of woods where his house was thought to have been located. I haven’t seen any proof of a homestead other than the usual farm stone walls neither have I picked up on any off vibes.

Every legend has a kernel of truth to it, I wonder which part of this legend it is…


Poem inspired by the art of Devin Micheals


As a protector he guided and guarded them well

Until we arrived and he could barely save himself

He hid in the mountains and in the forest

While they passed down their oral stories and shared them with us

They drew on rock and carved his image on the cave walls

What else would have been so hairy and tall

We could’ve learned so much from both of them

If only they felt safe, if only we came as a friend

Both species driven from their land

One fighting in bloody massacres I’ll never understand

Sometimes I feel their spirits walking in the woods with me

They’ve played their drums

And when I closed my eyes I could see

And I didn’t feel any fear

I feel welcomed by them

I come as passive explorer

never as a predator

I want them to know there is another way

No lights, no camera, no action

Just me, my soul and my open mind

I always try to convey that I’m gentle and kind

I leave behind both their lands exactly as I came

I’m trusting them, I hope one day they will do the same…

Nature’s Guestbook…

Every now and again I run into these rock piles these cairns in the forest either at the beginning of the trail, or even way out in the forest. I’m always fascinated by them.
Cairns have been used throughout history. Turns out stacking rocks Is a very human thing to do. They have been used to mark graves, navigation or a way to mark where a special cache is buried.
In North America the Native Americans used them as burial markers. trail markers, marking streams, warning travelers of danger, etc.
Colonists came later and continued those practices for themselves. And leaving larger piles around as they removed big stones for agricultural reasons.
A picture I took this year on a trail.
In Scotland before battle the men would each stack a stone. And if they lived and returned they would each take a stone back. Leaving the rest as a memorial for the fallen. They had a sayingI’ll put a stone on your stone“.

When I see them at a beginning of a trail I always consider them a way to sign a guestbook in nature. It says we’re here hiking with you too. But out in the middle of the forest I never tamper with them. They could be a piece of history.
Some Bigfoot enthusiasts and researchers believe when you find them way out in the forest that a Bigfoot could be erecting them perhaps also as a navigation marker or for communication. Most likely he leaves those piles around so he has them available to whack us in the head with. But it’s possible that If humans marked their treasure with these cairns he may too. What could his treasure be? I would think food or maybe some type of hunting tools.
Now that more people are taking to the outdoors for fitness, squatching or just for inner peace these piles are popping up all over. Some people create them for spiritual reasons. Stacking these rocks represents patience or achieving balance in your life.
The National Parks Department view is it would like everyone to stop building them. Some parks use the piles to mark out trails, especially in places like the southwest. They are the most readily available and durable enough to last. So when we go out there in these places and create these piles, we could be leaving behind false trail markers and could risk people’s lives getting lost out there. There are park rangers out there that have the act of knocking over these piles as an unofficial job duty. Some are being built in streams and rivers upsetting the natural flow of the water.
I would love to believe these could be created by bigfoot too, but in all reality it’s most likely humans. Just as it has always been. And with that, the wildlife experts wants us to consider nature’s delicate balance before we continue to build them.
The reason for this is its affecting the natural order of things out there, you could either be scaring away the wildlife or tampering with their natural habitat. Some insects and small animals live under these rocks so we are taking away or moving their home. They believe it can cause extinction of some small species.
So yes, they are fun to make and fun to find, I admit I included a pic of one of my finds. But if it’s us creating them and not a Squatch? We should probably consider all this before we create a new one.
What do you believe is creating them human, Squatch or both?
Let me know what you think…

P.S apologies for crazy font. WordPress wins this round…

Street Where you Live

It’s another day of quarantine here in Massachusetts. So you wake up wondering what the hell today is going to throw at you.

I wanted to take the stay at home order seriously, so that was the plan stay home and stay in the neighborhood. Yell across the street to the neighbors and make sure we are all okay.
When I made some coffee, put on the slippers and headed outside it was like a completely different world. People were walking their dogs, their children and sitting outside and enjoying the sunlight.
I didn’t realize how many people actually lived on this street. To me, that means that all of these wonderful people are working like crazy and never have a chance to do this. Relax.
In such a horrible time, could something wonderful happen? All these families get a chance to reconnect and spend some quality time together.

We all need a break from the rat race. It makes me think about what simpler times were like.
When people took time out for their families and themselves. Nothing was open on Sundays. And labor laws actually allowed you to legally have a break from it all. How did we become this society?
Right now my street has never looked better. People are enjoying their home and the street they work so hard to live on…

I know this virus is going to change a lot of things, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if something good could come of it too? Even as simple as being there, on the street that you love on a Saturday…

How to Stay Open When the Way is Shut…

It’s A very scary and uncertain time for all. And we are all bound to get cabin fever sooner or later, so how do we mentally and physically stay open when everything outside our doorstep is closed?
At first I thought,well I’m never home I’ll grab some much needed sleep and work on the great American novel all writers want to write. It lasted two seconds because the devil on my other shoulder wanted to get outdoors.
Okay, stay open attempt two; walk at the park surely it will be dead. Nope. Packed, so I drove away appeasing myself with I’ll take a little ride and get some air.
Stay open and cognitively aware attempt three. I did a crossword puzzle, colored, and committed trespassing while trying to walk where no one was around.
And on and on it’s gone. It’s really not easy trying to say plugged in and not stare into space looking depressed but we have to keep trying. Whatever we do we have to stay plugged in and open because if we don’t then when real life returns we will be so lost. Unable to work well because our brain is mush.
Your open and my open will not look the same but as long as we’re doing it is all that matters. So my recommendation is to take a walk around the neighborhood, stay current on your work changes, news, current affairs and  exercise a few minutes everyday. Play some fun cognitive memory stimulating games etc. whatever you do don’t become a couch potato.
This  will get worse before it gets better so don’t let it win. Stay open, stay plugged in and most of all stay safe.

A Walk Through History…The Civilian Conservation Corps

The forests are the lungs of our land, they purify our air and give fresh strength to our people


When I watch the news show the stock dropping I worry, am I really going to see a Great Depression in my lifetime? I’m driving on streets that are a ghost town and it’s another reminder things have changed…

When I hit the woods for some clarity I see all the DCR signs etc. And it hits me, I am able to clear my thoughts in these woods because there was a Great Depression already. What might we change or establish this time.

During the Great Depression of the 1930s President Roosevelt had a lot on his plate, war recovery, a depression and a lot of young men displaced without jobs. To alleviate this problem and save the economy he made what may be one of the most popular decisions ever, he put those boys to work and created the State and Federal parks you’re walking in now…

One month after being sworn in, FDR created the “The New Deal” and The CCC (also known as FDR’s tree army) was given a green light.

The birth of the Civilian Conservation Corps…

The CCC was a voluntary public work relief program that ran from 1933 to 1942. It was mainly for men between the ages 17 to 28 years old. The program’s intent was to employ the men to do hard labor for a wage of 30 dollars a week and room and board creating different parks and recreation areas around the country. The money was to be sent home to care for their families. They had an African American troop and a Native American troop of around 15,000 as well. The depression hit hard on the reservations and they were mainly responsible for the lands around it.

Some of the hard jobs they completed were creating fire roads, putting up phone poles, planting trees, care of wildlife, battling insects that were harming the trees, restoring historical homes, etc found in the forest, created trails for hiking, etc I could go on. They worked hard, like soldiers. I thank them for every walk I take in the woods.

This program is dear to me, not just because I’m able to hike these parks now, but also because I have a personal connection to it.

My grandfather after being in the army joined the CCC and helped landscape The Myles Standish Forest. He loved being outdoors and we spent summers in Sebago Maine exploring, he definitely fostered my love for a lot of things outdoors; fishing ,amateur astronomy. He was amazing. I lost him to Lou Gehrig’s disease when I was twenty but every trail I walk on now I can think of him.

Photos of my grampa at the camp…

Life in a CCC camp…

For each big site the CCC worked on they would set up a camp for. The camps were run like army barracks and rules. They even woke up to a bugle blowing every morning. Each camp had a few superintendents, and each would have their own group of men they worked with. Most camps used tents for sleeping but had a mess hall and bathhouse of some kind.

Along with the room and board they received they also were provided opportunities to further their education or learn a trade. A percentage of the men that came in were illiterate and did not have an option to get a diploma. The men could get their GED then go on to learn one of the trades that were offered there and have a better chance at employment when the economy recovered.

My grandfather’s CCC discharge papers.

We as a nation, no as the human race are heading into a very scary time, there could not possibly be a scale of jobs quickly created as the New Deal. Or is there? Maybe we could start the New New Deal and put those boys (and girls) to work fixing up our infrastructure.

FDR was the man with the plan. The right guy at the right time, without him you wouldn’t have the opportunity to at least go out and enjoy the fresh air and some nature right now. Let’s all give him a quick thank you while we stroll for saving our asses then and our minds now…

The Squatting Man…

Just recently in Iran’s Teymareh a new carving was unearthed. It was yet another place the “squatting man” was now unearthed in what they think may be the oldest petroglyphs ever found. The squatting man is a symbol that is found in almost every ancient civilization on earth. It looks like a hybrid cross between human and insect. Why or even how would all these different civilizations be drawing the same symbol. Whether it’s carved into a rock or art, how could it be possible? There is only two real possible options. Either these civilizations came in contact with each other for trade or migration perhaps, or they all witnessed the same event that looked like whatever these symbols represent, possibly a celestial event? That would make the most logical choice to our modern minds. Maybe they saw a cryptid we could only dream up

in our nightmares (wishful thinking).

Whatever they come to represent it’s amazing that they exist at all, and I personally would like to get those gps coordinates and pack a bag… below is the article detailing the recent find.