My Stratocaster went south on me a few weeks ago. The neck pickup wouldn't put out any signal, and I couldn't work out why. Time to call in a pro.
I Googled "guitar repair Purcellville" and the first return was Fairbuilt Guitars, in Neersville. This is just over Short Hill from my place. I gave a call to Marty Fair, who runs the place (and who makes some just knee-weakeningly gorgeous guitars). He told me to drop on by with the Strat.
When I got there, I was thrilled to find that Marty's residence is partly an early 19th-century one-room log cabin, much like mine. We got to talking about it; I told him I thought I could find out who'd built his place, and he said he'd love to know.
My friend Tom Bullock, who's working toward a degree in History, is engaged in an insanely detailed map of the whole region, tracing and mapping the original Fairfax land-grants in our part of the Piedmont and Shannondale districts. If anybody could come through with the name of the farmer who'd bought Marty's lot from Lord Fairfax in the early nineteenth century, it would be Tom.
And through he came: John Connard, Jr., who bought the lot in 1811.
Armed with this name, I began to poke around for information.
And here's where the story takes a turn toward the Seriously Weird -- and the More Than Slightly Creepy.
That cabin in the photograph at the top of this post stands maybe a quarter-mile north of Marty's place, on the western side of Short Hill. Its residents would have been the next-door neighbors of the people in Marty's place. I've known about it for a while, though I've never seen it in person; when I was researching my own place, I found an extensive Ph.D. thesis on that cabin written by one Christopher Fennel.
It was built on land owned by one Peter Demory sometime around 1803. But who built it? Well, therein lies a tale...
According to Fennel, in another, much shorter article about the place, the cabin was excavated by archaeologists some years ago, and among the usual detritus under the floorboards (nails, bits of crockery, buttons, glass, and so forth -- the usual things that literally fall through the cracks of an imperfect floor) was found this object, buried about six inches deep in the soil:
It's about the size of a marble.
Here's the back of it. The markings have been enhanced for legibility:
What a marvelously creepy little thing, don't you think?
Of the people who settled this land -- Scots-Irish and Pennsylvania Dutch, mostly -- I've always had the impression that they were rather upstanding Christian folk for whom this sort of thing would smack of idolatry. This isn't based on much hard data, just general impressions.
I have some serious rethinking to do.
Fennel's article, linked above, dismisses the idea that this might be a children's toy, a game piece, a lodge emblem that might be carried by a Freemason or an Odd Fellow, a family crest, or a memento mori. He's pretty much convinced it's voodoo. Conjure magic. The Dark Arts. Witching.
The symbology on the back of the skull is ambiguous at best. It could be an African conjuration symbol -- the Demorys, unlike most of their neighbors, did have two slaves. It could be the Cross of St. Andrew, mystically significant to the Scots-Irish who settled here. Or it could be a German symbol. But all three possibilities point to the notion that the little skull was placed there either to work a voodoo curse or to ward one off.
Fennel posits three possibilities:
- An African slave, somewhere between 1840 and the Civil War, snuck into the house with this talisman and hid it under the floorboards to bring bad mojo down on Massa. One can only approve his can-do spirit.
- The Demorys, believing their house to be cursed, contracted with a local conjuror to lift the mojo. The mage buried the skull where it would do most good. Can you even begin to imagine what that ceremony looked like?
- Fennel: "[T]he Demerys may have sub-leased the land to a German family who in turn built the house and then moved to another home site when the Demerys took occupancy. A member of that same group may have later targeted Harry or Mahlon Demery with this conjure item due to a subsequent dispute."
The combination of an X symbol and the initials on the Loudoun skull could have served as a lethal curse or counter-charm, with the R and S on the skull figure invoking the sacred Latin text charms, and the H and D identifying the person targeted (perhaps Harry or Mahlon Demery). The symbol of the skull, and burial of the object near the target person, would have invoked the symbolism of death and fear of death.Ja, Herr Demory, ve haff vays of making you die painfully und schlowly for running us out of our home on your miserable dirt-farm!
I feel a sudden deep-seated need to find out what happened to Harry or Mahlon Demory in the years after that talisman was buried. What was life in that particular house like? Not just, What did they eat for breakfast? -- more like, were they awakened in the night, night after night, by shit that makes The Blair Witch Project look like Goodnight Moon?
I'd also like very much to show this artefact to the upholders of the proposition that the United States is a Christian Nation, founded on pure Biblical principles by Godfearing monotheists who would never dream of hedging their bets with a little joojoo. I'd like to point out that just below the surface of the Salt of the Earth who founded this place, there beat a heart as pagan as Nero's.