April 15th, 2013. I was in the car on the way to my piano lesson when I heard something on the radio that caught my attention. It was rumored that Boston, Massachusetts had been bombed.

I went into my piano lesson, not thinking too much of it. I thought it was maybe just an accident or a pipe burst in a store. Little did I know, this was one day that would mark history forever.

It was Patriot’s Day. It was the day of the annual Boston Marathon. Two terrorists bombed the end of the Boston Marathon finish line, killing three people and injuring 264 spectators. My dad always ran in the Boston Marathon, but this time we got lucky. He decided not to run in 2013 because his knees were getting bad and running 26.2 miles again would be difficult.

I was born in Foxboro, Massachusetts and that’s not too far from Boston. I thought about my friends and family living in Massachusetts and how this act or terrorism affected them.

At the time of the bombing, my brother, Tim, was visiting at his dad’s house in Foxboro. He was going to go into Boston for Patriot’s Day, but there was too much traffic and it would’ve been too busy if he went.

Almost. That’s what I keep saying to myself. I almost lost my dad that day. I almost lost my brother that day. If things had played out differently, who knows what could’ve happened.

The Boston bombing really hit home for me. I felt protective over the city that I love and two people could have destroyed it in an instant. I will never understand how two people could have enough hatred and cruelty in their hearts to harm innocent people. What led the terrorists to the bombing? What was their motive? I still have hundreds of unanswered questions floating around in my head.

People were devastated all over America. But, Boston came back. The entire country supported Boston and remembered the lives that were lost. The city worked to clean up the streets and stay strong in the face of fear and terrorism.

I go up to Boston every summer, but it was so refreshing to visit Boston during the summer of 2013 to walk by the finish line where the bombing happened, and see candles in windows of the shops nearby. Pedestrians would stop for a moment to remember and never forget.

On April 21st, 2014, the day of yet another Boston Marathon, we came back. Boston Strong.

Boston Marathon Finish Line July 2014


September 19, 2014

Rebecca McClung still haunting 101 E. Main Street

Meghan Pottle | Staff Writer

gravePhoto by Photo Editor Madison Krell

Ghostly rumors have been flying around the upstairs window of 101 E. Main Street since Rebecca McClung was murdered on April 12, 1901.

Rebecca was 61 years old when she died and had lived in Mason her entire life. She married John McClung and they rebuilt a house on 101 E. Main Street.

Rebecca was found beaten to death in her bedroom with two pieces of wood. John was arrested for the murder, but he was acquitted.

After John McClung was found not guilty, he spent two years in a mental hospital.

Mason High School sophomore Preston Hutchinson currently works at Banana Leaf. Hutchinson said he hasn’t had any strange experiences with Rebecca’s ghost yet, but he believes that she still haunts the restaurant.

“(The workers) set out food each morning for Rebecca in a room, but that’s all I know,” Hutchinson said.

Businesses have closed on 101 E. Main Street such as Tea Roses and the Chokolate Morel.

Gay McCurley has been a trustee of the Mason Historical Society for 30 years and said incidents with Rebecca’s ghost have been reported several times.

“There was an incident when the Chokolate Morel restaurant was there some years ago,” McCurley said. “A glass bottle fell off a tall shelf and broke. When the employee went to clean up the mess, the soda was cleaned up and the glass pieces were stacked as if somebody had already picked them up.”

Nichole Wilson teaches AP English Literature at MHS and worked at the Chokolate Morel until it closed. Wilson said that its employees were encouraged to talk about the ghost to customers.

“I think in many cases it was a destination point for the great food that they served, but also because people knew about Rebecca,” Wilson said. “So, we were encouraged to talk about it as part of the history of the restaurant.”

According to McCurley, stories of Rebecca’s ghost standing in the upstairs window of the room she was murdered in have been reported several times. Locals claim to have seen lights moving inside the building and heard voices coming from inside.

“When John McClung died, his sister buried him right next to Rebecca at Rose Hill Cemetery, which I think is the last insult,” McCurley said. “You murder somebody and are laid to rest next to them.”