Tuesday, July 16, 2013

where's Mary?

Last week, art class was held at Resurrection Cemetery.  We watched and listened for "Resurrection Mary", the well-known Chicago ghost.  Maybe she was watching us, but she didn't appear. 

It's a beautiful cemetery with rows and rows of beautiful monuments, it was a beautiful breezy day...

and I found some beautiful shade under one of the big old trees.

and on to the critique...

This picture came out kind of "ghostly".  Was Mary passing through...?

The legend says that Mary had spent the evening dancing with a boyfriend at the Oh Henry Ballroom.  At some point, they got into an argument and Mary stormed out.  Even though it was a cold winter's night, she thought she would rather face a cold walk home that spend another minute with her boyfriend.  She left the ballroom and started walking up Archer Avenue.  She had not gotten very far when she was struck and killed by a hit-and-run driver, who fled the scene leaving Mary to die.  Her parents found her and were grief-stricken at the sight of her dead body.  They buried her in Resurrection Cemetery, wearing a beautiful white dancing dress and matching dancing shoes.  The hit-and-run driver was never found.  Since the 1930s, several men driving along Archer Avenue between the Willowbrook Ballroom and Resurrection Cemetery have reported picking up a young female hitchhiker.  This young woman is dressed somewhat formally in a white party dress and is said to have light blond hair and blue eyes.  There are other reports that she wears a think shawl, dancing shoes, carries a small clutch purse, and that she is very quiet.  When the driver nears Resurrection Cemetery, the young woman asked to be let out, whereupon she disappears into the cemetery.


Elena said...

Awesome sketches! I love that place...beautiful and creepy.

Jan said...

What a wonderful place to gather to create art and some wonderful art was indeed created. Fun story too.

Suz said...

wow april..that is so beautiful
I love cemeteries...too bad I am so busy right now...I would have loved to have gone
Hey...can I but the nightbird book from you?