Mary, who came to New Brunswick in the 1790s to live with her sister, fell in love with a sea captain who promised to marry her once he returned from his next voyage. The captain then left Mary his horse and sailed off down the Raritan River.
Every day, Mary rode her lover's steed down to the river, hoping to meet him at the water's edge. For years, she gazed at the river, waiting for his return. In 1813, she purchased a plot of land overlooking the river, where she maintained her vigil until her death in 1826. And there she was buried, forever waiting for her captain.
The grave is now surrounded by a movie theater parking lot in New Jersey. Read more at Wesley Treat's Roadside Blog. Link -Thanks, Bethany Nelson!
It's bad enough that her captain never showed up, but now she has to watch "Beverly Hills Chiuaua".
God hates us.
now i feel guilty.
- I'm going to Target
- Cool
- Sort of. I'm going to pray my deceased mother.