I use to only see him just before I was heading home to Virginia for a visit but now he visits me much more often. It seems like whenever I get really down or am homesick, I will see him.
His name is Robert Baker, he was a British soldier during the American Revolution. After the war he ran a small tavern in Yorktown. He didn’t have much when he died and was buried in a paupers cemetery in Yorktown.
The building that housed his tavern was accidentally blown up during the Civil War but the building has been reconstructed and that is where I originally first came in contact with him, is on his property.
One night, many years ago when I was working retail, I was really home sick, almost to tears. I was really trying to focus on the upcoming trip home to Williamsburg. A little girl came up to me and asked he the man in funny clothing was. I looked and didn’t see anyone (not thinking of Mr. Baker). I asked the little girl what the man looked like and she said, “Well, he is wearing short tan pants and knee socks and dress shoes. He is wearing a ruffled shirt, a funny vest and jacket. Oh yea, and a funny hat too.” Immediately I knew it was Mr. Baker because I had seen him enough times and he always worse a beige suit. I told the little girl not to worry, he was my friend and then I asked her what he was doing. She answered, “He’s just watching you and smiling. I think he just comes around to make sure your ok. Are you?” I told her yes and thanked her and then her mom called for her a few aisles over.
I am very thankful for his frequent visits. They have actually become more frequent since our daughter was born, and she has seen him too. He always acknowledges me and at least nods, but never speaks a word.
Happy Hauntings,
Jamie Pearce
Author/Founder of Historic Haunts