Milestones on Mainstreet: October 2008

Sleepy Hollow
During the days of the horse drawn carriage, Sparta was booming and Mr. McGowan had elevated dreams when he began building his hotel. The farming community was considered the next best thing to the big city of Grand Rapids; therefore his capital venture seemed a
sure bet. Up until the advent of the auto, Sparta was a good stopover; whether by rail or trail, salesmen traveling their territories could always use a room. However, as life sped up remotely, it faded locally and there was no longer a reason to stop and stay in a sleepy, little bygone town. Or so it may appear. Beyond Division Street, could there actually be a division between the here and the hereafter?
Creative Divide
Currently the home of Print Metro and Creative One Gallery, the original exterior of the McGowan building remains undisturbed, but the same cannot be said for the interior. Looking through the elegant spindles and up the graceful banister highlighting the lost lobby, it’s easy to imagine the mortals who have crossed over those portals above; but what about the immortals that cross our paths in Sparta’s present Downtown Historic District?
It is said that ghosts return to places where their earthly counterparts enjoyed life and perhaps our local unexplainables need none other but to remain in that happy place. How else to explain a non-operating vacuum cleaner discovered running all night long while not even warm to the touch the next morning? Who would’ve turned it on after hours, was it purely an inquisitive interest in a contemporary contraption?
Then there are the giant, double doors that take a genuine shove to open; to the amazement of two witnesses, why would they suddenly swing wide? Nothing malevolent, but the apparent locking and unlocking, opening and closing of doors seem to be the work of an imperceptible prankster. While seeing may be believable, believing may also be in feeling a presence within. What does a surprised spectator say to a curious specter; fully dressed as a butcher, complete with long, white apron, rolled up sleeves and rumpled pant legs above untied boots?
Whodunit
Today’s Around the Corner Antiques displays its movie theater history in its vaulted ceiling where the projection room was once housed. If the upper floor is uninhabited, what explanation is there or the noises and constant commotion therein? Brimming with age old objects, why would they be continually misplaced? Are long-ago owners still attached to cherished possessions and unwilling to bury the past? Or is there an unseen projectionist at work?
Happily Ever After
Nelson Shaw appropriately named his spacious livery the Palace. Going ‘Round Again as a consignment department store, Moonlight Madness may not be so farfetched. Invisible footsteps have been heard so often from below that it’s become commonplace and hardly worth the effort of calling up, let alone walking up, to the second floor to check if anyone’s there. Broad expanse as it may be, double checking is always unrewarding. Upon hearing inexplicable squeaking hangers or possibly a moving rack, one still can’t help but wonder if Mrs. Shaw is looking for something special to wear. Who knows what she would be partial to these days?
Night at the Opera
Even into her nineties, plenty of stage presence kept Myrtie Brown in style long after her husband had passed. From the theater at the top of the Opera House to the Knights of Pythias and dance studio at the bottom, her theatrical residence overflowed with garments. While spending the night in Myrtie’s upstairs bedroom a young guest was astonished to be awakened from a deep sleep. Standing in the doorway before her was a man in full regalia, complete with plumed hat! With buried head in pillow, she trembled in fear and prayed herself back to sleep. The next day she cautiously wandered the halls and discovered Myrtie’s magnificent millinery, but it was what
was hanging behind the showcase that sent shivers down her spine. Amidst the costumes on display were the very clothes that her theatrical apparition had been wearing! Was her dramatic visitor Orly Brown, wondering who was sleeping in his bed or merely a dressed-to-impress vaudevillian?
History’s Mysteries
Full of history as well as mystery, present-day Sparta is haunted with many memories. Whether it’s a past remembrance of Arzie Pinckney’s from the Sparta Sentinel Leader or a more recent happening, local haunts have always been an interest to young and old alike.
Be it a favorite place of visiting or a place of supernatural visitation, both old and new accounts of our hometown hangouts are only meant as considerations as well as entertainment. As we face our future by reviving our past, we are simply making the village of Sparta what a neighborhood should be.
Do you have news to share of an ethereal event? Contributions are welcome, please contact toni@tonipayne.com or call (616) 887-0911.