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A local legend This is a story that is told in the Susquehanna River Valley region of central Pennsylvania | A horror story | |||||||||||||||||||
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Just west of Lewisburg on Route 192, there is a legend about a traveling fiddler. The story goes like this: Back in the early days of this nation there was an itinerant fiddler who used to travel this area by horseback. He brought many a good tune and a good story to the folks of this wilderness area. There was a family on what is now Route 192 that very much enjoyed this fiddler's music. So much so in fact that they gave him a ten acre tract of land, built a log cabin on it and the fiddler moved in. Since that time the tract of land has always been known as The Fiddler's Tract. Although I haven't as yet been able to track down more information on who the fiddler was, they say that the foundation to a log cabion can still be found on the land.
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This is true: When I was about twelve years old I was alone at home and was upstairs in my room practicing for a concert. I played with the school orchestra in elementary school. My grandfather had lent me a violin to use. As I was intently engrossed in practicing the piece of music a mouse all of a sudden jumped out of the heat register and started to scurry across the room. It scared me! I used the most immediate object at hand to throw at the mouse to scare it away - my violin. It smashed into a thousand pieces. The mouse ran off unharmed. After that I had no violin. The teacher lent me one but it had to go back to the school on graduation. Years later after my grandfather died the family gave me his. It was in pieces, the glue had dried over the years and it had come apart. It was put back together and it is the one I use today. Do you have a "horror" story to tell? If you would like, please send it to me and perhaps you can publish it on this site. | |||||||||||||||||||
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