Sticks and Stones

“Sticks and stones may break my bones

But I don’t think a Squatch will ever hurt me

They bang and knock

To warn us off

When I’m sitting at the creek

I think I see them peek From behind the biggest tree

I’m studying him

He’s studying me

I wonder what we’ll learn

If we stop making knocks

And ticking him off

I wonder what his demeanor wil be like Yes he bangs and knocks

And throws them rocks

But I don’t think he’ll ever strike”

Poem by me, copyright April 2020 property of Sasysquatchgirl all rights reserved…

Happy 😃 Sunday everyone..

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 King


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.

A BigfootAuthor..Interview With Charles Berlin

The world of Bigfoot is more than just the research, there are podcasters, writers, artists, filmmakers etc. And some that do it all. Recently I caught up to an author and artist. Charles Berlin. He has created some great art and the wonderful world of Professor Wexler and I got to pick his brain a bit. So here’s a little Q & A…

What types of media do you enjoy working with?

I like them all, but have a particular affinity to ink and watercolor, thanks to inspirational cartoonists like Will Eisner (The Spirit) and Bill Watterson (Calvin n’ Hobbs).

How long have you been doing it professionally?

I had my first inks published at age 16 (1980) in a local newspaper as an editorial cartoonist, satirizing local politics.Got my first nationally distributed comics job at age 22 from APPLE Comics,during the independent comics boom of the late 1980’s.Did a couple of books for FANTAGRAPHICS Books in the 90’s.

Do you do commission work?

Yes. Usually I do a 5-6 commision pieces a month: For instance, as a freelance illustrator of the paranormal and associated fields, I did 30 inks for an ANOMALIST book, Alien Who’s Who operating on eye-witness accounts of E.T. —Then onto illustrating science fiction writer Philip Jose Farmer’s stories, to doing art for author and explorer, David Childress’ magazine, WORLD EXPLORER. Did a few works for legendary cryptozoologist Loren Coleman, Worked for STRANGE MAGAZINE’s late Mark Chorvinsky back in the day , illustrating the FIRST PERSON column, interpreting eye-witness encounters with the unknown.

Who is your favorite artist?

I have a long list—I love all the classic illustrators of pulp magazines : Walter Baumhofer, J. Allen St. John,.Contemporary illustrators: Frank Frazetta, Dave Stevens, Joe Kubert, just to name a few.

How did Bigfoot become part of your art? I saw LEGEND OF BOGGY CREEK film when I was 7 and read CREATURES OF THE OUTER EDGE by Jerome Clark and Loren Coleman when I was 12. These two works were pivotal for me demonstrating you didn’t have to live in the Pacific Northwest to be near mysterious creature encounters. Naturally, I wanted to draw these creatures.

Are you a Bigfoot believer?

The sheer number of documented sightings by credible witnesses should convince anyone with any sense. Include the BLUFF CREEK footage, dermal ridges in 16 inch footprints and Dr. Grover Krantz’s analysis, one would have to conclude there is an unknown “something” out there.

Do you believe in any other cryptids?

I’ve been diving in the waters of Andros Island , Bahamas and the local divers I talked to are very wary of the giant squid-like “Lucasa” that allegedly live in the bottomless Blue Holes there. I didnt swim the Blue Holes after that. Also, never heard anyone bring this up, but the “Chickcharny”as they are called

on Andros bear an uncanny resemblance to the Chupacabra.

I am firm believer in an active cover-up of Giants in North America. Again, the sheer number of

reports of giant bones by credible experts carried in hundreds of newspapers, hundreds of well- educated witnesses, actual giant bones photographed. All the bones carried away by the same government institution suggests to any thinking person there is an active cover-up.

Do you draw  witness encounter descriptions?

Yes, love to interpret encounters. I think they are fascinating.

Do you hit the woods for research of your own?

Yes- I’m an avid hiker: Been to Loch Ness, Bluff Creek , Hung out with the Kwakwakaʼwakw of Vancouver Island whose Chief described two Bukwas (bigfoot) he saw by spotlight from his fishing boat. Usually I travel for crytozoological reasons.

Do you have a favorite among Cryptozoology researchers?

I do art for David Hatcher Childress, who just recently penned BIGFOOT NATION (with some my

illos in it). Loren Coleman is always interesting and I really miss Dr. Grover Krantz and his methods of investigation.

When did Professor Wexler come to you? And why?

In 1998, I picked up a copy of WORLD EXPLORER MAGAZINE (, It had a picture of Bigfoot on the cover, btw. It was about high adventure travel, exploration of earth mysteries, megalithic ruins, lost cities, cryptozoology. I was hooked immediately. So quickly I developed a character with an anagram name, (WEX-ler) , sort of loosely based on the old pulp character, DOC SAVAGE and Childress himself and sent him a few drawings as a fan. To my surprise, he called me few days later and told me to send more! So I continue to this day…

I love the humor angle, what made you decide to go that route?

I love THE FAR SIDE cartoon by Gary Larson and his insane humor. Big inspiration on the writing of the strip.

I love how clever they are, you come at it from a different approach, what made you decide to go that route with your character?

Thanks! I told Childress when I first started these ‘toons they were going to address very obscure topics that only people with an interest in cryptozoology and the world of the paranormal might get. He was fine with that. I suppose that’s who buys WORLD EXPLORER magazine and ADVENTURE UNLIMITED books anyway!

Who is your favorite author?

I’m trapped in the world of pulp: Edgar Rice Burroughs is always number one with me. I actually was a consultant on the recent TARZAN film for screenwriter Craig Brewer. One thing that was asked : What type of ape raised Tarzan? Was it Chimpanzee or Gorilla or what? So I had the pleasure of describing to Craig the “Bili Ape”, which seems to match ERB’s desciption of the Mangani in the books.

What is next for you?

I’m currently doing illos for an upcoming book on Sir Richard Francis Burton, the Victorian explorer and adventurer. As well as doing more Prof. Wexler for WORLD EXPLORER MAGAZINE– New issue coming out in early March,2020!

Where can people find your art? Graphic Novels etc I’ve got a gallery here:

Here’s a couple of my books:

This is WORLD EXPLORER MAGAZINE, Prof Wexler appears each ish. Plenty of new articles on cryptozoology too!

A Walk Through History…The Ames Mansion

I woke up to a beautiful Monday morning. I was trying to decide where to explore when I thought of Borderland State Park. This park also just happens to have a beautiful mansion located within, and it has been on my radar for awhile now.

Many moons ago when my late Maggie dog was a puppy this was one of the first places we ever explored. There isn’t just a mansion here there is also a very large trail system. These trails are open to horses as well as dogs. I remember I couldn’t keep Maggie’s nose in line at all she was all over the pace. So in her loving memory I decided to come back for a visit and think of happier times…

Lifestyles of the rich and famous…

When you first pull into Borderland State Park you can’t help but be awed as you start to see the Ames Mansion in all its glory. I know as much as I enjoyed the trails here, this mansion was always calling my name.

The Ames mansion was built in 1910 by Oak and Blanche Ames. Their wealth came from manufacturing shovels. Oaks father Oliver, who incidentally was very good friends with Abraham Lincoln led the company to great wealth. When the shovel company was at its peak it was supplying over 60% of the world shovels. There is a small shovel museum close by displaying all of the different models they created. Be advised the museum is by appointment only, so give them a ring before you head down.

Oak, in addition to shovel manufacturing was a Harvard Professor and a renowned botanist. He was the leading most authority on orchids. He personally discovered over a 1,000 different types of orchids.

Oak married Blanche Ames. A strong women In her own right. She was An inventor, she invented such things as the flushing toilet and an anti water pollution method, she was also active in the woman’s suffrage movement. She was the treasurer for the League of Women Voters and also an artist who illustrated all of her husband’s botany books. After firing their architect for not being able to bring their visions to life, Blanche Ames designed the stone marvel herself.

Home Sweet Home…

In addition to designing the layout of home whose central focus was their extensive personal library, they also designed the beautiful layout of the land I was walking on. They incorporated trails, dams, and ponds, I’ve only shown you a piece of what you can see here, there is still a total of over 1,800 acres left for you to experience.

In 1971 the family gave the estate to the state but the descendants of the family take an active role within the Friends of the Borderlands Park.

The blue mist…aviation disaster

Naturally you see a mansion like this and your first thought is it has to be haunted. I was digging around and read people expected one of their ghosts to be seen, but not that anyone had seen one. However their son Frederick has left a lasting impression.

Fred Ames and his wife Maurice Mozette often flew back and forth from their properties. They had a previous crash that left them just bumped and bruised, but in 1932 on what would be a typical flight route for them, they crashed in Randolph Massachusetts on their way to the familiar summer home in Newport.

It is said that some evenings a blue mist can be seen and it is believed to be the smoke from his plane crashing….

knives out…

The Ames mansion was definitely a glorious sight to take in and you can definitely picture filming maybe a Bronte tale here, and as it happens many movie producers have thought the same thing. Recently the movies Knives Out and the Ghostbusters movie were filmed here as well as Shutter Island and others.

The grounds were kindly left open to the public while filming was taking place.

Walking in their shoes….

No matter where I’m roaming I always try to imagine the kind of life they were living. You can’t help but walk these grounds and try to imagine a fancy dinner party or drinking tea while reading a book on the lawn. It’s one of the best parts of walking through history. These people walked where you are walking, doing things you only dream of. If we want to know where we are going, we need to know where we came from. I personally thank the Ames family and Borderland Trust for securing this marvel for us, the public, to walk through their history…