Memorial Day will soon be here. In preparation for a tour, I strolled through Lower Manhattan and wondered about the ghosts that are waiting for their turn to enjoy a summer night. Perhaps they will rise up from the Bridewell, which was used by the British from 1776-1783 to house their American prisoners of war. Perhaps those men fared a little better than the thousands who died on the prison ships. Perhaps not. But certainly their ghosts must be yearning for a nod, a good word, a crust of bread or sip of water on a hot day.
Here is part of the footprint of the Bridewell traced in City Hall Park:
And here is part of the footprint of the northern wall:
I have walked by this spot hundreds of times but rarely stopped to think about the prison. It all seems to far away as I look at the green, growing park. I wonder what I'd see if I went back at sunset?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Ghosts of the Bridewell
Posted by M.A. Dering at 4:11 PM
Labels: American Revolution, Bridewell, City Hall Park
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