Refuge on Crescent Hill
Resting on a quiet treed hill in my hometown of Mt. Vernon (Ohio) is a dilapidated mansion built in 1853. Shrouded in mystery, the Curtis mansion inspired my imagination as a child, and I wondered about the people who once lived in the abandoned mansion and what happened to them. I was certain the place was haunted, especially on those rainy nights when tree limbs would sway outside the darkened windows and the front gate would bang in the wind. And I also was certain something grand once happened inside its walls.
As an adult, the Curtis mansion continued to intrigue me. I’d heard the rumors for years about a secret tunnel that ran under the house, to the family’s cemetery plot. I’d also heard that the family once harbored slaves along the Underground Railroad and they would flash signals from the towering cupola to let nearby homes know the runaways slaves were coming. My aunt and uncle’s house, about a half-mile away, was rumored to have been part of this network.
So I began to wonder even more. What if these rumors were true and a tunnel really led to the mausoleum? What if the tunnel once sheltered runaway slaves on their journey north? And what if a house like this could be used in some way to help people today?
One of Mt. Vernon’s librarians (who also happens to be my Aunt Janet) located a treasure trove for me—a binder filled with information about the Curtis mansion. The rumors about the tunnel going to two separate locations. The facts about the history. Even description of the original furnishings.
After I read this information, I had to write a novel based on the rumors of this wonderful old house. And I wanted the house to come alive as a character in the book. As I started scribbling notes, the contemporary suspense novel Refuge on Crescent Hill was born. The plot was revised multiple times. New characters were introduced and others were changed. But the character of the fictional Bristow mansion stayed the same.
Below are a few pictures of places that inspired the settings in Refuge on Crescent Hill. The Curtis mansion today, a smaller Curtis home built down the hill (the Paxton house in the novel), a private family cemetery in Ohio, and a window looking into a mausoleum and coffin from when we lived in the in former East Berlin.