The Tale not told....
| The White Lady of Durand Eastman |
| Have we found the first evidence? Is this the missing daughter that the famed White Lady continues to search for? |
The Story goes like this.
In the early 1800s, the White Lady and her daughter were supposed to have
lived on the land where the Durand Eastman Park -- part of Irondequoit and
Rochester -- now stands. One day, the daughter disappeared. Convinced
that the girl had been raped and murdered by a local farmer, the mother
searched the marshy lands day after day, trying to discover where her
child's body was buried. She took with her two German shepherd dogs to
aid in her search, but she never found a trace of her daughter. Finally, in her
grief, the mother threw herself off a cliff into lake Ontario and died. Her dogs
pined for their mistress and shortly joined her in the grave. After death, the
mother's spirit returned to continue the search for her child. People say that
on foggy nights, the White Lady rises from the small Durand Lake which
faces Lake Ontario. She is accompanied by her dogs and together they
roam through the Durand Eastman park, still searching for her missing
daughter.
The tale has been told around campfires for decades. Each time getting
twisted slightly by the teller. Today who knows for sure Rob and I went out
one rainy Sunday in July to see if her could pick up on the White Lady of
Durand. What we found was not what we expected....
In the early 1800s, the White Lady and her daughter were supposed to have
lived on the land where the Durand Eastman Park -- part of Irondequoit and
Rochester -- now stands. One day, the daughter disappeared. Convinced
that the girl had been raped and murdered by a local farmer, the mother
searched the marshy lands day after day, trying to discover where her
child's body was buried. She took with her two German shepherd dogs to
aid in her search, but she never found a trace of her daughter. Finally, in her
grief, the mother threw herself off a cliff into lake Ontario and died. Her dogs
pined for their mistress and shortly joined her in the grave. After death, the
mother's spirit returned to continue the search for her child. People say that
on foggy nights, the White Lady rises from the small Durand Lake which
faces Lake Ontario. She is accompanied by her dogs and together they
roam through the Durand Eastman park, still searching for her missing
daughter.
The tale has been told around campfires for decades. Each time getting
twisted slightly by the teller. Today who knows for sure Rob and I went out
one rainy Sunday in July to see if her could pick up on the White Lady of
Durand. What we found was not what we expected....
We started our investigation as just a walk around. We soon realized the old stone wall
was not any part of a castle, as so many story teller would lead you to believe, but a much
more recent addition as a over look built by the Parks Department, to keep folks from
tumbling down the very steep incline. Immediately Rob was drawn away from the wall,
closer to the embankment to the east. He immediately sensed a father and daughter there
and he felt them to be late 1800's- early 1900's by their style of dress. The daughter was
gasping and choking. The sensed no wrong doing to be causing this, more like a medical
condition. Suddenly, Rob turned to me and said they were gone. The feeling was just over
powered by something much stronger! As he edged closer to the ravines drop off, He
started hearing a girl calling out to "Mother." "I 'm down here Mother" As she continued to
call out, Rob got the choking feeling back in his throat. He wanted to go down the ravine,
but I cautioned that it was far to treacherous to repel. A few years back I had come the this
area fishing and remembered a trail that skirted the pond below. I told Rob to follow me.
We were going down there for a closer look. We made out way down to the roadside and
found were the trail began. It was not regularly traveled and was pretty grown over as we
headed into the thick. After a few hundred feet, Rob stopped and said this was the spot.
We could not get any closer to the waters edge than about twelve to fifteen foot, but as you
watch the video you will see as Rob continues to gag as if he had be couching water from
his lungs. He told me he could taste mud in his mouth. The girls voice, still calling out to
mother, Shouted " They pushed me down he re Mother"
was not any part of a castle, as so many story teller would lead you to believe, but a much
more recent addition as a over look built by the Parks Department, to keep folks from
tumbling down the very steep incline. Immediately Rob was drawn away from the wall,
closer to the embankment to the east. He immediately sensed a father and daughter there
and he felt them to be late 1800's- early 1900's by their style of dress. The daughter was
gasping and choking. The sensed no wrong doing to be causing this, more like a medical
condition. Suddenly, Rob turned to me and said they were gone. The feeling was just over
powered by something much stronger! As he edged closer to the ravines drop off, He
started hearing a girl calling out to "Mother." "I 'm down here Mother" As she continued to
call out, Rob got the choking feeling back in his throat. He wanted to go down the ravine,
but I cautioned that it was far to treacherous to repel. A few years back I had come the this
area fishing and remembered a trail that skirted the pond below. I told Rob to follow me.
We were going down there for a closer look. We made out way down to the roadside and
found were the trail began. It was not regularly traveled and was pretty grown over as we
headed into the thick. After a few hundred feet, Rob stopped and said this was the spot.
We could not get any closer to the waters edge than about twelve to fifteen foot, but as you
watch the video you will see as Rob continues to gag as if he had be couching water from
his lungs. He told me he could taste mud in his mouth. The girls voice, still calling out to
mother, Shouted " They pushed me down he re Mother"
The rest of this story
Who is this young girl in the water, unable to drag herself to safety.
Is this indeed where she perished?
Why does this strong memory linger here?
Is this the missing daughter that the famed White Lady continues to search for?
We may never know.......
Is this indeed where she perished?
Why does this strong memory linger here?
Is this the missing daughter that the famed White Lady continues to search for?
We may never know.......
| M.C.P.I. |
| M.C.P.I. |
| if you believe in the hereafter you know what we're here after |
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