I spent a lovely afternoon at Kip’s Castle, in Verona, NJ. Originally called, “Kypsburg,” the mansion replicates a medieval Norman Castle, complete with fortress walls and secluded garden paths.
High on a hill, Kip’s overlooks vistas of the NY skyline by night. By day, one might lose himself in long ago times when the armored knight that greets in the entrance room would possess bones and flesh under his chain mail.
Next door, is a peaceful monastery of the Salvatorian Fathers, New Jersey. An Infant of Prague statue, beside an unlit votive candle, awaits the prayers of one of the devoted in an isolated spot on the property. The Salvatorians are a Polish sect, hence the Statue of the Infant of Prague.
But secrets lurk within these secluded woods, where trees bear witness to more than priests at quiet prayer and Castle ghosts.
Walking amidst the grounds, I stumbled on to the footprints of today, a condom and a bra. Sad, that the days of chivalry and knights have disappeared along with the wealthy inhabitants of Kip Castle. For a moment, in the sunlight of a warm December day, they returned…like the momentary glimpse of a mist or fleeting spectre…….Then, the scattered debris of evening secrets spotlighted the present, and overshadowed the days of the past.