Sunday, May 1, 2011

Picture Perfect-One Re-Post for Luxy Part 2

 

One, one grave, one name-  ALICE

I took this picture in Jan of this year, on a day trip to the beach, with my cousin Morticia.  We went looking for an old legend.  The ghost of Alice said to haunt Pawly's Island.

As legend goes, Alice was a young girl, from a prominent South Carolina family, during the 1800's.  She was very outgoing and full of life.  Considered bold, for her time.  She loved to ride, which she did on most days.  It was on one of these rides that she met John, a common lumberman and the two fell in love.

Her family was outraged by her association with this man and she was forbidden to see him by her brother, Allard.  The head of her family at this time.  But,  Alice followed her heart.  She continued to see John.  The two planned to marry.  John gave her a ring.  A plain gold band, with the words "LOVE NEVER FAILS" inscribed inside.  She wore the ring on a blue ribbon around her neck.

When Allard found out, he sent Alice to a boarding school in Charleston.  He left instructions that the there was to be no contact between Alice and John.

With a broken heart, Alice began to fade.  Becoming only a shell of the young, vibrant woman she had once been.  She became ill with a fever.  Her brother was sent for and Alice was taken back home.

Her condition worsened.  During her waking moments,she would reach for the ring around her neck.  Searching for comfort and for her lost love, John.   Allard found the ring around her neck one morning.  He tore the ribbon from her neck and threw the ring into a nearby creek.

Alice awoke to find the ring gone.  She died just hours later.

Her brother was so filled with rage that she had grieved herself to death over John that he had her buried with only her first name, ALICE, on her grave stone.

Morticia and I found her grave that day.  Not only had her brother  shunned her in life but also in death.  Her grave is separated from the rest of her family.  It sits alone.  While Morticia and I didn't find her ghost, what we felt that day was something neither of us will forget.  We cried for the young girl who had lost so much.

There's a tree near her grave that is full of ribbons.  Others that had been there before us had left rings in the tree for Alice.  She is said to have been seen many times here, behind the gates of this old graveyard.  It's said that she still looks for her ring and her lost love, John.

Not sure if this link will work but, more of the pictures from that day are here.

 

Alice...

 

I always enjoy, foto friday/picture perfect.  Not only the photo's but, the stories that often are posted with them.  For more on Picture Perfect...click here.

Or just click on the tags.  My writing skills are pretty much non-exsistent but, you can find the legend from Shadowlands.com in my tags.

 

You all have a great day.

 

 

 

54 comments:

  1. ohhh thats is such a tragic story! Gorgeous picture..thanks for sharing this...

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  2. Thank you.. I was just coming back to add a link to you. My daughter showed up and had to go.

    It really is a sad story and actually seeing her grave was an experience.

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  3. awww what a sad story .... love the pic hon xoxoxo

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  4. *loud sigh*
    That is a sad story and I feel sorry for her... well, for someone to be shunned by the family is horrible. I thank you for sharing your experience... o my! It is something I will never experience myself...
    However, the fact that you and your cousin didn't find her ghost is supposed to be a relief, isn't it?

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  5. What a sad story. The picture compliments it so well.

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  6. very sorrowful indeed. Made my eyes leak... love your picture and the story. You did a great job!

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  7. What a hearwrenching story. The very emotion that can cause us to feel such wonderful joy, love, can also be the source of heartache. Shame on Alice's brother for keeping them apart.

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  8. Awesome job here! What a terrific story too! Touching!

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  9. aww, what a touching story! the pride of a father or brother in previous times, seems to be much more important than anything else. this makes me angry on behalf of women in the past, but also because such stories are heard of today, in certain countries. utterly disgusting attitudes.
    very interesting blog!
    thank you!

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  10. What a story. I want to find a love like that. Bah to the prideful men, they haven't evolved much over the years..... Amazing though that with just one name, her legendary love lives on so al folks need to hear is 'Alice' and the folks recall the story instantly. How many were buried with not only all thier names but the birth order and family tree that no one can recall..... interesting post. Thank yuo for your take on the ONE theme.

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  11. OOO, I love history of this kind! The stories, the mysteries....

    PERFECT blog :)

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  12. TY for stopping by. I appreciate it very much. What a wonderfully historical love story. Reminds me of Romeo and Juliet (whichis one of my favoriies). I love stories with history. Will try and check out the other pics too, Love and Friendship, Prayers and Blessings, lil'angelwolf

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  13. Cemetaries have a mystery of history and beauty in them. I love going in and jsut looking around. Thanks for sharing. I loved it... lil'angelwolf

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  14. while it is a sad story and the photo def shows that.. i love cemetaries... a very peaceful place to just be... thanks for stopping by...

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  15. This is so tragic! It would move anyone to tears! Her brother, in his rage, made her unique and immortal writing only her first name on the stone...No one has ever forgotten her...

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  16. My heart goes out to Alice!What a truly tragic story.This a beautiful post Linda...Thank you!

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  17. Wow, I love learning something new. Thanks for sharing with us.

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  18. Wow...what an amazing story.....great post Linda...I love learning about stuff like this...

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  19. What a sad story, the history lesson is awesome along with the photo of the grave.

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  20. very touching and sad story...thanks for sharing

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  21. Oh, I love ghost stories...thanks for sharing!

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  22. I also love the story behind the pic ..great take ,,,have a wonderful wkend

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  23. I remember this one and your search for her grave site. Great story, sad yet full of love and a bond two people share together as ONE

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  24. great photo for ONE. thanks for sharing the story. I love going to old cemeteries and reading the stones, how great that there is a history for this one, tragic as it is.

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  25. Great take!!! Shadowlands is one of my favorite websites... we use it often for our ghost hunting, lol... I loved this story, and the pic!!!

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  26. Sounds like a young lady with an eating disorder. Poor young lady and what a terrible way for her family to behave. It's s bad as honour killing which has gained more prominence on the news now.

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  27. Thank you for sharing this story, you did a wonderful job of writing it!!!!! It's so sad what families will do to people in love.....and what we will do to ourselves in the name of love.
    Great picture and take on the theme!!!

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  28. What a story!! It's just terrible when families prevent their children from having love in their lives-if it's for no good reason other than prejudice of some kind. I think people who do that are truly evil. And so many men and women have had to deal with situations like this and still do today. Thank you for sharing this touching story and thank you for visiting mine. Have a good weekend. :)

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  29. What a wonderful pic and post!

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  30. I feel sad for her and her continued search, but and interesting story.

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  31. That is a sad, sad story. I wonder what ever happened to John? Sadder still...I'm thinking he got married to someone else and lived happily ever after. But I'm a little too cynical.

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  32. Cool story! So sad and so likely for the times. Wonder where John is?

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  33. What happened to John still remains a mystery. From what I've read and from stories from the locals, no one knows. I wonder sometimes, did he just give up and leave? Was he paid off? Did he take the money and run or did he come to bad end?

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  34. This is what's written, in the legend, about John....

    No one knew what became of John Braddock, since he was not seen at the funeral. Some say he was so grief stricken that he could no longer stay in the place that held so many memories of her. With Alice's death, he, too, seemed to fade away.

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  35. OMG....how sad! I would love to visit this. Where in South Carolina was this? What a beautiful story. I feel saddened and yet happy at the same time. At least she was able to feel love at least for a little while in her young life. Mine's up too if you want to come take a look. You're more than welcome.

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  36. Her grave is at All Saints Church in Pawleys Island. Close to Myrtle Beach,

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  37. Oh my goshhhhhhhhhh...I love stories of legends. I think it's so cool you went in search of it and found it! How tragic tho...but that is life in so many of it's forms. Thanks for stopping and great shot here and idea for the theme!!

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  38. What a sad and haunting story. I love old cemeteries and I love that you found her grave, it gives so much more to the story.

    Thanks for visiting mine.

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  39. Wow, what a story! Sounds just like a Bronte novel! Poor girl, she's definitely One.

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  40. That gave me shivers, it is so sad and to see the pictures of the ribbons in the trees is so lovely to think that people care.
    Great One blog I really enjoyed reading this story !!
    Thank you for commenting on mine also :)

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  41. Thanks for stopping by my page what a tragic story. I have heard of people who really do die of a broken heart. I read a Chicken Soup for the soul that I get in my inbox recently of a man that said that he needed to die and he went and died. I wish I had the story and I would send it to you. Have a great weekend.

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  42. I grew up in Myrtle Beach. I have heard Alice's story all my life. My brother lives in Pawley's Island.

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  43. Interesting take on the theme and such a sad story. Is that a single, dried flower on the stone or a pine cone? Adds another facet to the theme.

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  44. What a sad story! thanks for sharing it. i wish i could visit her grave to tell her i feel sorry for her.
    Great post. thanks.
    Have a nice weekend

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  45. What a wonderful story and a wonderful post for the week. How interesting and totally tragic.

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  46. As sad as it is, it is also so interesting to hear the story! Thank you for sharing and also for stopping by my page as well.

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  47. Karen, it was a dried flower that someone had left. My cousin and I are planning on going back. We'll take some gifts of our own to her.

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  48. Wonderful story to go along with the photo!

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  49. What a beautiful but sad story. My sister lives in Pawley's Island ~ would love to know how to go about finding this ~ it is wonderful ~ would love to see it. so glad it is the "one" you picked!

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  50. Stop at the Hammock shop. They'll tell you how to get there. It's not hard. Hope you find it.

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  51. great picture, and fantastic story behind it!!!!! I love local history like this!!

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  52. Very interesting legend. I wish to come visiting one day ... thanks for paying a visit to mine first. It's a great work of you.

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