COY CARRIAGE HOUSE TRAGEDY - PART THREE

So on a 2011 sunny day I grabbed my camera and jumped in my Tacoma  and rode off - my destination the carriage house to take photos. 

The ghost stories were not going to scare me away.

As I neared the place I noticed lights flashing, emergency vehicles of all types and uniformed folks walking around. The vehicles were straddled all along the road on both sides. There were ambulances and firetrucks pulled up on the bluff in front of the carriage house.

Oh no, I thought, a serious accident has occurred.  I slowed down as I got nearer and wove through the chaos.   I rode down the road a bit and decided to turn around. I felt a strange chill over my whole body for some reason. Not from thinking of  ghosts but of something more serious. I had to know what happened.

When I drove back through the tangle of vehicles I stopped and asked a man what happened. He told me that two men had been shot and killed in front of the carriage house. 

The word timing instantly entered my mind.  Is this what life is about - timing? 

Carriage house crosses -- 2012

COY CARRIAGE HOUSE - PART TWO

All the photos that are on the Coy Farm posts - one, two ,and three - were taken in October 2012. 

It was the first time I had felt comfortable going near the place since 2011.

The Coy farm has a unique building called a carriage house. Within this building one would place carriages -- this was undoubtedly built before the advent of the automobile. Its use was similar to the not yet invented garage-- only one parked their carriages in this type of building - carriages that were pulled by horses.

This carriage house was located near the main road. It had an early masonry rock wall beside it that served as part of the entrance to the main property.  I mentioned in my first post that the residential house was no longer on the farm. Only two barns and this carriage house remained. 

The rock wall was well constructed and indicated to me that the Coy family obviously had some wealth in the early 1900s.  

The wall had two  posts that held a large metal gate that was shut and locked when I was there recently in October 2012.  This was the main entrance to the farm land. 

Attached to the two limestone posts is this large metal gate barring the entrance to the property. Only the carriage house sat outside the fenced land. I noted from the road that one could walk up to the carriage house and admire its construction and take close-up photos.

So in my eagerness in 2011, to take photos of the carriage house, close-up, I planned a day to ride out to do just that.

Even though I had heard ghost stories about the place  . . . . .

(Last Coy Farm post will be posted tomorrow.)

OLD COY BARN WITH QUILT SQUARE

SERENE SETTING OF THE OLD COY BARN WITH  QUILT SQUARE

For several years now, I have been intrigued with this large section of agricultural land that  sits just off Route 25 between Richmond and Berea in central Kentucky. This land stretches back from the road for quite a distance. I always figured there was  possibly some story tidbits connected with this property. 

Above is one of the natural timber barns with some decor  making it appealing to drivers on Route 25. The main focus is the huge quilt square hanging on the barn's gable. Don't know the name of the quilt pattern but it sure dresses up the barn. Also, the white barn door and the metal ventilator atop its roof are nice antidotes to its charm. It is known that the Coy family owned the farm in the early 1900s. So the story goes they were cattle people headed by a male figure that was extremely frugal. 

If there was a house with this property it has since disappeared. At least from my view from Route 25.  As with so many of the older farms the house is usually the first to disappear leaving outbuildings only. Sometimes there is only mature tree configurations and a dirt drive to indicate human life lived on the land. 

I will be writing and displaying some photos of this farm in my next two posts. As I stated in the beginning this farm has always intrigued me. In my third post you will find out how I became a semi-witness to a scary story that happened on the farm in 2011.