Church Ghost Stories

by Bob Perrine, Church Historian, 30 Oct 2016

(1) During a friendly visit in 1653 by Currituck Indians, the Chief saw Sarah Thoroughgood-Gookin-Yeardley’s children reading together and requested that his only son be raised by the Yeardley’s as a Christian “to speak out of a book and to make a writing.” Sarah’s husband Francis Yeardley (1620-1655) agreed and also committed to building an English house for the chief in the unsettled Currituck and Albemarle sounds of North Carolina.  A year later on Sunday, May 17th 1654 the Chief returned with his son and 45 Indians for the ceremony. At the time Sarah’s husband was away on business.  The following conversation took place inside the 15 year old Lynnhaven Parish Church No. 1 at Church Point. One lady whispered to Goody Layton, “Here they come now. She’s got that Indian chief by the hand. How absolutely disgusting!  And she’s got all that jewelry draped on her arms and hanging around her neck that she traded with Moseley for some cows.  Poor guy came from Holland with only a shirt on his back and a bunch of jewels.  He’s sure as sin destined for the poorhouse, pitiable chap.” Goody Layton replied, “Yes, but no one dare cross Mistress Sarah.  Fourteen years ago she had me crawl down this here aisle on a Sunday service and ask forgiveness on my knees for wronging her dead husband when I said the word "Pish!" The lady then whispered, “I heard this is a baptism of that little heathen boy, but I think once the Indians get in here they’ll turn on us, scalping us all. Remember 15 years ago when Capt Adam Thoroughgood, bless his soul, went after a band of Indians for massacring plantation folks?  Capt. Adam would roll over in his grave out there in our graveyard if he could see his high and mighty widowed wife, married three times, leading these savages down the aisle. What’s this world coming to?” Goody Layton then whispered back, “It gets worse. The Chief’s going to leave his son behind so Mistress Sarah can raise him a Christian, teaching him how to read and write.  Next thing you know she’ll be teaching her slaves how to read and write. I say double "Pish!"
 What did Sarah Thoroughgood look like? No one knows, but from descriptions,
here is a portrait of a likeness showing a 1650 Virginia woman.
The Indians left the little Indian boy behind to be raised by Sarah, and Sarah’s husband, Colonel Francis Yeardley kept his promise to build an English style house for the Chief.  Sarah died three years later, and the fate of the Indian boy is unknown.  As for William Moseley I (1601-1655), he and his heirs became one of the most influential and wealthiest families at Lynnhaven Parish, all from Sarah’s cows. In 1649 William came to Virginia from Rotterdam, Holland with his wife Suzanna, two sons, and a large quantity of family jewels. As a Cavalier opposed to Oliver Cromwell, the jewels were all he was able to get out of England when he fled to Holland. Trading jewels to Adam Thoroughgood’s widow Sarah Thoroughgood-Gookin-Yeardley(1609 – 1657), in exchange for livestock, William slowly gained prominence. In commemorating the sixth generation from William I who started life in Lynnhaven Parish with nothing but Sarah’s cows, on Saturday, May 17th, 2014 Colonel Edward Hack Moseley (1743- 1814) was honored at a service and wreath-laying ceremony to mark a new gravestone for him, a stone that had been broken off.  Some folks still can hear William herding his cows across the cemetery. Listen carefully and you’ll hear a “Moooo.” As for the little Indian boy, some even say he can be seen riding atop one of those cows.

Colonel Edward H. Moseley - (1743 - Feb. 4, 1814) His inscription reads: 
Sacred to the Memory of Colonel Edward Hack Moseley, Jr 1743- 1814, Member of the House of Burgess, Sheriff, Vestryman, Colonial Soldier, Revolutionary War Patriot


(2) Reverend Anthony Walke (1755 - 1814) divided his time between preaching and the hunt. Not only was he noted for delivering sermons with a captivating mild mannered voice, but a more picturesque side of him was his love of fox and deer hunting. He conducted sermons with his horse Silverheels tethered near the door of the church. When he heard those hunting horns, he would immediately turn the service over to his clerk, Dick Edwards, and hurry off on Silverheels, not seen again until late in the day.


This picture was taken sometime before the church was rebuilt and is a view of the north front corner.
Stables used by past parishioners remained and can be seen in the rear of the church.

Sometime in the 1930’s Ann Talbot Parks (daughter of Rufus and Diana Talbot Parks) had Reverend Anthony Walke’s grave moved to the Old Donation cemetery from the nearby Ferry Farm estate, but the grave she moved was unknown to her. She titled it just “Walke” in her cemetery record book. Ironically she placed it next to his grandfather’s (Colonel Anthony Walke I - (1692 - 1768)) large vault. Because of the size of the stone and its dated age, Walke Historian Elizabeth Vogt began piecing together facts that were conclusive in discovering that this stone was in fact our famous Rev. Anthony Walke. From an old picture, we see that the graveyard was near the old horse stables where Silverheels was housed. Was the horse waiting for Reverend Anthony Walke’s spirit or was Reverend Anthony Walke waiting for Silverheels. Whatever, their spirits finally met. As proof some folks say they have seen the duo riding across the field (where the labyrinth sits) in the early morning hours especially when the fog rolls across the field.


Reverend Anthony Walke (1755 - 1814) 

(3) The nearby 1st Ferry Farm House (Walke Manor House) was built by William Walke (1762-1795) in 1782 for his half brother Reverend Anthony Walke (1755 – 1814), the famous Lynnhaven Parish preacher who divided his time between preaching and the hunt.  Walke Manor was the largest plantation house in its time; that is until it burned down in 1828. After Rev. Walke died, David Meade Walke (1800 – 1854), the 6th child of Rev. Walke, used the Walke Manor House for gambling parties. At one of them, in 1828, a drunken guest tipped over an oil lamp and burned the plantation to the ground. The most formidable and tallest gravestone in our cemetery is David Walke’s.  Inscribed on his tall obelisk stone are these words, “He was a firm believer in Christianity and in the Holy Scriptures, but acknowledges with shame, having fallen far short of living in strict obedience to its holy Precepts and commandments.”  If you put your ear to the tomb stone you might hear a mournful cry of his many wrongs, asking for final absolution so his soul can rise from the tomb.

David M. Walke (Jan 26, 1800 – June 9, 1854),
the most formidable gravestone being the tallest grave stone in the cemetery.

(4) Less than a month after America declared war on England beginning the War of 1812, on July 10, 1812 Sgt John Brownley (1780-1853), Pvt John Henderson  (1769 – 1825) and Pvt Anthony Walke (1778-1820), as members of the Princess Ann County Militia sailed on the Dash participating in capture of an English ship off Cape Henry, the first ship captured in the war. Despite the British strength, the local militia skirmished with British landing parties throughout the war. All three Old Donation militia members are buried in the church cemetery. Every year on July 10, the day they captured the English ship, their spirits rise and gather down at Witch Duck Bay looking for their sailboat the Dash. They were never alone as Grace Sherwood's restless spirit appears every year on the same night, the day of her 1706 ducking. Folks that have felt the presence of Grace are shocked to feel the presence of other spirits moving about making the sounds they did on that horrific battle day with the British. People might hear “man the cannon” or “bring her about.” Most are unaware of that July 10, 1812 battle.
Jno. (John) Brownley – (1780 - Sep 28, 1819) 
John Henderson - (1769 – 1825)  
Pvt. Anthony Walke – (Feb 1778 - Sept 13, 1820) (Great Grandson of Colonel Walke I)

(5) Much of William Dixon’s (1807 - 1853) grave stone is covered by a large tree. He died Feb 16, 1853 at the age of 46. His wife, Sarah Dixon died 20 years later (1812 – 1873). For years her grave was assumed to have been swallowed up by the growing tree, but recently her grave was found next to her husband’s grave. The marker had been broken off with only a stub just beneath the ground. Some folks say they saw her moving about the grave yard looking for her grave stone. Not until April of this year was most of her stone found in some rubble in the church shed. Because the replaced stone still has a piece missing, some folks continue to see her walking at night looking for that missing piece.

William Dixon (1807 - 1853) partially buried in a tree. 
Next to his stone is Sarah Dixon (1812 – 1873).
The marker was broken off until part of her stone was found.
In the foreground is the gravestone of Fannie Williams – (1829 - 1901)

(6) The Pleasure House was one of the first places in America where spirits (alcoholic beverages) could be had, a popular place for Blackbeard and his men. While there Blackbeard had several men stand lookout for ships entering Chesapeake Bay to pirate. When spotted they’d dash back to the Pleasure House along a narrow little road, today’s Lookout Road. One day shortly before Blackbeard’s death in 1718 a signal came from the lookout post alerting Blackbeard and his merry crew of a merchant ship coming into the Bay. When the ship passed near the Lynnhaven River, Blackbeard’s men were waiting. Spotting the pirates, the ship’s Captain quickly loaded his most valuable items into a small boat and with three of his men quickly rowed up the West Lynnhaven. The remaining crew was left to deal with the pirates however they could. When Blackbeard boarded the ship and questioned the crew, he learned the captain had rowed away in a small boat with the ship’s precious cargo. Blackbeard was furious and gave chase. Rowing up Cattail Creek (then called Cattayle Branch) the captain was caught by Blackbird’s faster boat and killed. As Blackbeard stood over the valuable cargo, he and his men were alerted by the sound of cannon fire. Looking out of Cattail Creek, he saw two armed local militia in row boats bearing down on him. With no time to spare, he and his men hastily buried the treasure in a graveyard next to an old church and escaped up a path that unknown to them, was the same path Grace Sherwood was marched up to be ducked in the river twelve years before Blackbeard’s escape. Soon after the Governor of Virginia had a party of soldiers find and kill Blackbeard, his men came back for the treasure but had forgotten exactly where it was buried. Back at the Pleasure House they told anyone who cared to listen that if anyone did could find it, the headless ghost of Blackbeard would appear, chase them away and move the treasure.

People have searched for Blackbeard’s treasure with little luck, and it will remain safe in the Old Donation Cemetery until a grave is dug where Blackbeard’s treasure is buried.
Edward Teach (1680 –1718), better known as Blackbeard

(7) The eighteenth century started off at Lynnhaven Parish with a suspicious death, possibly a murder. There was motive. James Sherwood, husband of Grace Sherwood, filed lawsuits against Luke and Elizabeth Hill accusing them of pitting the community against his wife saying she was a witch. On Monday Aug 15, 1701 James Sherwood mysteriously died at Lynnhaven Parish, a healthy 41 year old hard working famer in his prime. Rather than be moved to his farm in Pungo, in the traditional manner, he was quickly buried in the church graveyard. After his death, the Hill’s continued to make accusations against Grace. Did they murder Grace’s husband and then use allegations of witchcraft against Grace to diminish her reputation?
In 1916, 215 years later, Old Donation’s Senior Warden, Judge Benjamin White might have found an answer to James Sherwood’s death. He discussed this often with Charles Sherwood, the man who rebuilt the church from its ruins.  During the time Judge White was making an exhaustive study of James and Grace Sherwood. He published his findings in 1924 under the title “Gleanings in the History of Princess Anne County.” Did Judge White sow in Charles’ mind a way to get payback for the church’s transgressions against Charles’ two descendants, James and Grace? As a builder he should have known the roof of Old Donation Church needed bracing to keep it from pushing outwardly against the walls. The insertion of five metal rods satisfied all concerned until April 17th, 1960 during an Easter service when the walls began to separate. Inspection found Charles Sherwood had tied the five rods into nothing, a time bomb just waiting for the roof to cave in. Luckily it didn’t. Story has it that James Sherwood wanders the grave yard, casting evil spells on Luke and Elizabeth Hill. Listen carefully and you’ll hear him wailing, “they killed me, they killed me.”
A 1920 photo shows the metal rods installed but later found to be just stuck in the wall and not tied to the wall

(8) Grace Sherwood (1660 – 1740) was a member of Lynnhaven Parish since her birth in 1660. She married in our first church at Church Point and had three children. When she became a widow, she refused to stand before the congregation and select a husband as was the custom back then.  A jealous Elizabeth, wife of Luke Hill, using the most damning accusation of the time, witchcraft, turned a whole Lynnhaven Parish congregation against Grace.  When Grace was marched into Lynnhaven Parish Church No. 2 on the morning of July 10th, 1706, she was commanded by Senior Warden Maximilian Boush to ask forgiveness for being a witch.  She steadfastly declared, “I be not a witch.   I be a healer.” Boush then turn to the congregation asking if anyone would speak on Grace’s behalf. Not one person spoke up for her in that packed little church, some of the very people she healed and whose babies she brought into the world.  Her reward for her tireless caring work was a ducking in the Lynnhaven River and over seven years incarceration in a tiny jail, a jail torn down 30 years later to make way for our 3rd Lynnhaven Parish Church (today’s church). Grace’s label as a witch was not lifted for 300 years until Virginia Governor Timothy Kaine in 2006 officially exonerated her conviction. Eight years later Old Donation asked forgiveness for their unjust accusation with a stone dedicated to her honor in our herb garden out in front of the Parish Hall, an appropriate place for she had used herbs in her day to heal the sick.  A statue of Grace stands across from the church at the corner of Independence Boulevard and Witchduck Road. It is positioned so her gaze is in the direction of the church. For eight years the statue look as though she was frowning, but now for the last two years she can be seen with a pleasant smile on her face.  Each July 10th folks putting their ear to the floor can still hear, “I be not a witch.  I be a healer;” and according to local residents, a strange moving light, said to be Sherwood's restless spirit, still appears each July 10th over the spot out in Witch Duck Bay where Sherwood was tied and thrown into the water. 


Grace Sherwood - the Witch of Pungo (1660 – 1740)

(9) In 1736 private hanging pews were purchased and hung next to the north wall (left side when facing the altar), first by Captain William Robinson. The pew for him and his family provided a better view and warmth in the winter, and was accessible along a catwalk from the upper balcony. It looked like a theater box suspended by iron tie-rods, decoratively twisted and tied into the roof beams. Captain James Kempe had another hanging pew installed on the same north wall, necessitating that his family walk through Captain Robinson’s hanging pew to get to his. Walter Lyon and Thurmer Hoggard also had two more hanging pews installed on the south wall sometime later. Small windows were cut into the wall (still in place today) to light the four hanging pews. Folks say you can still make out the images of Captain Robinson, Captain Kempe, Walter Lyon, and Thurmer Hoggard peaking out of the small windows if the moon glow is just right. And folks sitting directly under the small windows nearest the balcony have told of feet shuffling as the spirits of the Kemp and Lyon families step over the disgruntled Hoggard and Robinson family spirits on their way to their hanging pews.


Small windows cut to light the four hanging pews (two on each side of the church)

(10) In 1856 Old Donation closed its doors.  About that time Virginia passed a law that churches formerly owned by the Church of England and not used within a calendar year would revert to the ownership of the Commonwealth. This would begin annual pilgrimages by different folks from Kempsville’s Emmanuel Church to be taken over by Lay Reader Thurmer Hoggard IV for the next 20 years. On September 11, 1901 about thirty Kempsville Emanuel Church members, including Emmanuel’s lay readers Richard J. Alfriend and Thurmer Hoggard IV, came by rail to the burned out ruins of Old Donation Church to hold their annual service. Before the service Mr. Alfriend told Mr. Hoggard how obliged he was for Thurmer’s hard work in planning annual events in the burned out ruins of the church, a church Thurmer had worshipped in as a youth. On that occasion a small organ was brought in.  Miss Frances C. Hoggard beat up “Onward Christian Soldiers” as the congregation marched around the walls of the burned-out church. Reverend Richard J. Alfriend (ordained in 1912) would go on to build on the Hoggard family’s pilgrimages. He spearheaded a new congregation of 46 and repaired the church with doors opening in 1916. Today there are some in the choir who tell stories about hearing that first organ striking up “Onward Christian Soldiers.” The song is not sung often today, but when it is, that small potable organ can still be heard reverberating in the walls. Look closely at the picture hanging above the Angel Desk in the church office for Miss Frances C. Hoggard playing on her organ. When you see her some folks say the sound of “Onward Christian Soldiers” comes out of the picture.


Thurmer Hoggard IV (1819-1902)


Pictured above organist Miss Frances C. Hoggard strikes up “Onward Christian Soldiers
 in the ruins of Old Donation Church on September 11, 1901.

(11) A Walk in the Woods. At the Angel Desk in the administrative wing there is a pamphlet with pictures describing an outdoor walk around the church. Starting at the Grace Sherwood stone, people are directed in this order around the church; a plaque of the 2nd church, a corner stone with a time capsule inside (opened recently), the Bell Tower, the historic cemetery, the “Forever Friends Garden,” and finally a walk into the woods through Pembroke Meadows Neighborhood Park to a small amphitheater dedicated to Elizabeth Nuckols. Here’s her story, one that will give pause for anyone brave enough to venture into the woods alone.
If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.
 If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise;
 For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because
 Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.
How many times had she heard that song…was it coming from the woods or was it just in her head.
They’d warned her time and time again to stay away.  It was her asthma.  It was triggered by leaves and grass and trees and dampness…and yet…
Nervously she looked back at the playground, at her friends at Pembroke Elementary School playing during recess.  I’ll just walk through the path at Pembroke Meadows Neighborhood Park quickly to prove that nothing bad will happen.  I will be brave.  Nothing can happen. 
She placed one foot in front of the other.  Was it her imagination, or did it get darker with each step she took.  And what was that slithering on the path ahead.  She was breathing hard, but it was from fear, she was sure.  Continuing to place one foot in front of the other, she saw a tree stump deep inside the path. 
Finally, she was there.  As she sat on the stump and pulled out the sandwich her mother had packed for her lunch, the sounds of the schoolyard faded.  But what was that new sound, that somehow familiar tune? 
As she finished the first half of her sandwich, she saw the black form again—only this time it slithered across her foot. She had to leave!  But as she screamed and stood up, the branches closed around her and she was trapped.  Where was the way out? 
She couldn’t breathe.  Her heart beat wildly.  Suddenly, she fell into the path and all went dark, the only sound the familiar teddy bear picnic jingle…
There are folks who have walked in the woods at night and say they can hear Elizabeth singing the Teddy Bears' Picnic song, “If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.” What surprise? Elizabeth was alone when she fell ill in the woods, a warning to those with allergies, or anyone else, not to wander there alone - enchanted or full of magic dark souls.


The Elizabeth Nuckols Outdoor Learning Center. On the wall are 165 bricks with donors’ names from 1999 – 2003.  At the entrance (other side from your walk) a plaque reads:
In memory of Elizabeth E. Nuckols, May 11, 1983 – October 24, 1995. Heaven needed an angel and chose Elizabeth. ‘Life is not measured in years but by the love we touch.’”


Paths in Pembroke Meadows Neighborhood Park woods


(12) Diana Talbot Walke Parks (1887 – 1975) joined Old Donation just after the 1916 reconstruction. She originated the church Christmas pageant in 1926, the annual Oyster Roast and Bazaar in 1934, and the Altar Guild, for many years serving as its chairman until 1971. Folks in charge of the alter guild following her lost touch with Diana’s placement of the Eucharistic Elements (the silver bread paten, wine chalice, finger bowl and towel). After Diana’s death in 1975 the elements were mysteriously re-positioned during the night the way Diana preferred them. Each Alter Guide chairperson talked about Diana shuffling about believing Diana’s ghost remained watch over the Eucharistic Elements. 
Diana's grave rests next to her husband
Rufus Parks in the Old Donation Cemetery

Diana Talbot Walke Parks, (1887 – 1975)

(13) When Reverend Robert Dickson (1716-1777) became Rector in 1748 he took over running a free public school for orphan boys, and for the next 28 years invested his energies in seeing that the orphan children became prosperous respected citizens. Kris McTague saw a program celebrating Reverend Dickson at a service held sometime in the 1920’s noting that he was buried under the altar; but that bulletin, the only historical source confirming his burial, has been lost. There have been more than a few church members claiming they hear boys talking and laughing when the church is completely empty. Others hear calls to “Father Bob,” with an answer from the altar, "Here I am,"but then no one is there. A church that for 60 years (1856 – 1916) sat crumbling and vacant in the woods had more than enough time to gather many ghosts, especially hundreds of orphan boys who passed through the halls of Old Donation.


Rev. Dickson's plaque hangs on the back wall of the church.


(14) Captain Jonathan Saunders I (1726 – 1765) and his son Captain John Saunders II (1754 - 1834) engaged in quarrels over freedom from Great Britain leading up the American Revolutionary War (1775–1783). Many feared that without the authority of the British government, the church would no longer weld its Anglican tithing tax authority and the purchase of commissions in the army or navy. Young Saunders chose to be a loyalist, siding with the British, and joined the Queen's Loyal Virginia Regiment in opposition to his father, a staunch American patriot. After the war Captain Saunders II sailed to England and in 1789 to New Brunswick, Canada where he lived out the rest of his life.

On Captain Jonathan Saunders I gravestone in our cemetery, one part of the epitaph reads that he was a “tender father.”  Dying at the age of 39, was he tormented by the loss of his son to the British Loyalists, the forces he and his fellow American Patriots had fought against? If you put your ear to his gravestone, you might here his ghost lamenting,
My son, oh my son, why have you forsaken your father and your country?”
The epitaph of Captain Jonathan Saunders I reads:
“SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF 
CAPT. JONATHAN SAUNDERS 
who was a person of great piety and a most 
humane Disposition 
being beneficent to all 
as far as his ability Reached 
An easy unoffensive, obligating behavior 
adored all his actions 
was a kind Husband 
tender father a sincere friend 
he died universally Lamented 
on 21st January 1765 
                                                          in the 39th year of his age.”

(15) The Time CapsuleIn the aftermath of the Revolutionary War (1775–1783) there persisted bitter arguments between church member patriots who applauded the new independent nation and those loyalists who saw Anglican British church laws come apart that had protected the Lynnhaven Parish Church from losing people.

Captain John Saunders II (1754 - 1834) 
Photo from the American Revolution Museum at Yorktown, Virginia

One loyalist, Captain John Saunders II, joined the British army during the war and eventually ended up in Canada. Legend has it that his Canadian heirs were part of the folks from Emmanuel Church in Kempsville who made annual pilgrimages to the burned out ruins of Old Donation Church to keep the county from confiscating the land. Those Emmanuel church folks who assembled at the 1916 dedication of the rebuilt church had a Lady Liberty silver dollar to be included in a time capsule. The capsule was placed in a cavity of a cornerstone and inserted in the northeast corner of the church.  The discovery that an 1888 Canadian penny with a picture of Queen Victoria on the front was somehow inserted in place of the Lady Liberty silver dollar was not found out until one hundred years later when the time capsule was opened on 16 Sep, 2016. Were Captain John Saunders’ heirs responsible for the switch? We know that some hard feelings remained well after the Revolutionary War. The heirs of American Patriots still harbored ill will with the heirs of Loyalists whose forefathers fled to Canada during the Revolutionary War. Could all that moaning and growing in the church walls have been from the souls of Patriots who knew the face of English Queen Victoria was on the face of a penny and not Lady Liberty? Everyone thought it was the creeks and cracks in the old church walls which did come apart in 1960.
Well, this wrong would certainly be corrected when new items were placed in the time capsule and reinserted on 20 Dec, 2016. But no, instead a 2015 Canadian two-dollar coin with the face of English Queen Elizabeth was part of the items replaced with no George Washington coin or, for that matter, any American coin.

If you hear continued groans within the walls of the church, they might just be those Loyalists, like Reverend Anthony Walke III (1755 - 1814), William Walke (1762 - 1795), Captain Thomas Walke IV (1760-1797), Colonel Edward Hack Moseley I (1717 - 1783), and Colonel Edward H. Moseley  Jr. (1743 - 1814) waiting for the next one-hundred years when a coin with an American Patriot on its face might  be placed in the time capsule.  
The 1888 Canadian penny found in the time capsule with face of English Queen Victoria

The 2015 Canadian two-dollar coin with the face of English Queen Elizabeth replaced 

The cornerstone placed 11 Oct 1916, removed 16 Sep 2016, and replaced 20 Dec 2016
at the northeast corner of Old Donation Church

(16) Reverend Richard Jeffrey Alfriend (1860 – 1923) raised interest and then funds to rebuild Old Donation which had been unoccupied in ruins for 60 years (1856 – 1916). He then served as rector at both Kempsville Emmanuel and Old Donation. When he died in 1923, he was buried in the center aisle of Old Donation. He and his wife, Mary Emily Hume (June 10, 1869 – October 22, 1952) had eight children, five girls and three boys.
Emily Hume (1869 – 1952) age 83
Eliza Prentis (1889 – 1904) age 15
Margaret Bland (1891 – 1968) age 77
Richard Jeffrey (1894 – 1971) age 75
John Samuel (1897 – 1974) age 77
Virginia Blair (1901 – 1983) age 82
Mary Blair (1903 – 1995) age 91
Theodoric Bolling Sr (Thee) (1906 – 1987) age 81 
After his last child died in 1995, there are folks who claim his ghost would wander around the church grave yard in search of his eight children, but their graves are not there and are scattered in many places outside of Virginia Beach. Late at night you might hear someone calling out for Emily, Eliza, Margaret, Richard, John, Virginia, Mary, and Thee.  When Thee was young, Rev. Alfriend often read to him Jack and the Beanstalk. That’s why you might hear his call ending with “Thee-fi-fo-fum, I want to find my son's bones, so I can rest in peace.


Reverend Richard Jeffrey Alfriend (1860 – 1923)