“The life to be
Is still the unguessed mystery:
Unscaled, unpierced the cloudy walls remain
We beat with dream and wish the
Soundless doors in vain.”
John Greenleaf Whittier
A few months back Heritage Farmgirl and I were discussing strange sightings and stories. She was commenting on something she had driven by on one of her travels. These photos are for her. You are missed. I hope you still have access to the internet.
This is a very strange sight indeed. I would love to know the story; alas no one was around.
As I stood there with my girls sadness overwhelmed me, I have no idea why. I was in total awe of what was going on here. I am not sure if I was sad for the shoes, the tree, or for what it symbolized. Silly, since I did not know what that was.
There must have been a huge windstorm in the area that had snapped the top off. That would explain the scattered shoes lying in the weeds, and poison ivy (no close-ups).
There were children, teenagers, and adult shoes nailed to this tree. The bulk appeared to be running shoes; this makes me think it was started by, or for a teenager.
What is the story?
This is cottage country so it may have been started as a memorial for an accident victim, it is located on a very busy highway. It may have been started by a couple of bored vacationing school kids. The story spread, and spread. The legend took hold.
I think by the look of the moss- covered shoes, it has been a legend for many, many years.
We may never know; it reminds me of the door in the field.
Not all mysteries should be solved. They should be used to stimulate our imaginations and live on.