Day 3 – Manheim, PA 313 miles
The Farmer’s Hope Inn was established in 1819 in Manheim, PA. By all accounts, it is haunted with its share of resident protector spirits, ‘moved on’ spirits, and full blown mischievous ghosts. We were definitely a little uneasy walking onto the premises. There was a large dinner crowd and Tim, one of the proprietors, greeted us warmly at the door. There was some slight confusion as to which room we were in. The first room, a former resident — Sarah’s, was frigid and had an odd feeling about it. The story goes that she was a servant on the farm who had a baby with the cruel owner, but died in childbirth. Tracy and I exchanged a glance and agreed that we should switch rooms.
In the end we were put in Charlie’s room, a young boy who loved and died at the Farmer’s Hope. The room was cozy, with an electric fireplace and on the wall were local wildflowers, pressed and framed from 1903. After a power nap and a few odd sounds, we joined the crew downstairs, who were friendly and eager to chat. Terri, the other owner, was pleased to have us and regalled us with the history of the Inn and the ghosts.
We dug into some great fettuccini Alfredo while listening to the opening band — comprised of two gents who run their own radio shows in the area. We had a decent crowd as we started our first set and the audience was really appreciative of the music.
Two of the younger guys on harp and Cajon joined us for some second set magic and we whipped the place into a beautiful time. Words often don’t describe music properly, we had a good conversation with the room, maybe thats the best I can do.
America, I See You
Letters of My Youth
That’s Some Dream (with harp)
Annalee (first time played, with harp)
Sweet Melissa (with Harp and Cajon)
After the set, Tracy became possessed, but I’m not sure whether it was by Elizabeth, Sarah or the Wounded Solider. We had a blast talking to the other players and hearing Ghost stories, it felt just like home! Tracy played a coup de grace set in the frigid twilight on the well-used old upright piano on the front porch and I just enjoyed the moment. Tim told us the story of a concert pianist that observed that the piano looked, felt and played like it had played one song, over and over. This pianist was paralyzed by that stark intention, to have one voice for eternity. Tracy overcame the odds though with a short but sweet set that may have been videotaped.
Today, I get to see my grandmother who had been a massively influential part of my art, my philosophy and my heart. We plan to be in DC through Sunday, but Pennsylvania has been good to us and we will be back.