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Cornish hero sang to lift the spirits of those he helped save By Michael Fleet (Filed: 18/09/2001)

A BRITON who became a vice president of Morgan Stanley Dean Witter sang Cornish songs to people fleeing the World Trade Centre as he shepherded them from the building.

Rick Rescorla, the bank's head of security, is now missing in the rubble. But he is emerging as one of the heroes of the devastation after refusing to leave until others were out.

The Cornishman is already considered a war hero in America after leading his troops into battle during the Vietnam War singing the rousing Going Up Camborne Hill Coming Down.

He used the same tactic last week to raise people's spirits as he organised the evacuation of the bank's 3,800 staff from the second of the centre's towers to be hit. He is one of 15 employees still missing.

Mr Rescorla, 62, left Hayle in Cornwall at the age of 18. His mother, Annie, and several cousins still live in the town, which he visited at least once a year.

Mervyn Sullivan, an old schoolfriend who saw him on each of his visits home, said: "That Rick is missing after refusing to leave the building until everyone else left is exactly what I would have expected.

"That was how Rick lived his life. He had unbounded energy and courage. He is someone of which this country can be proud. His is a story of courage and determination and deserves to be told."

Mr Rescorla's war exploits have already featured heavily in a book that is currently being turned into a film starring Mel Gibson.

Senior staff at Morgan Stanley have praised the courage of the Briton. Bob Sloss, a managing director of the bank, said: "He was there well after it was established that the building was in trouble.

"The chief executive said Rick was cool and calm, leading people out, saying 'God bless America' and 'peace to you' and singing to them to help ease the panic."

Rick called his wife, Susan, from his 44th-floor office after the second plane hit the centre. She said: "He told me not to cry, he was helping everyone to evacuate but if something happened to him he wanted me to know that I made his life. Those were his last words to me. I shall treasure them for ever.

"He regarded himself as a Cornishman first and foremost. He knew every song in the world and loved to sing. He always made me smile and laugh. He was just a wonderful, wonderful man."

Mr Rescorla went to America in the 1960s, became a citizen and joined the US Army.

Lt Gen Hal Moore, who co-wrote the book We Were Soldiers Once . . . and Young in which Mr Rescorla was featured, said: "He was the best infantry lieutenant I have seen; cool, calm, fearless, professional and inspiring."

During the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Centre, Mr Rescorla was believed to be the last person to leave his tower. During that attack he dropped his trousers to get the attention of the panic-stricken crowd he was trying to control.

Mr Sullivan said: "Rick's wife has received calls from former army colleagues of Rick's from all over the States as well as from employees of Morgan Stanley who said they owed their lives to him."

-- Anonymous, September 18, 2001

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Sounds like the story of a very positive man. Sounds like the story of someone who is/was truly dedicated to the service-to-others path.

-- Anonymous, September 18, 2001

Cornwall, along with Wales and Scotland, were the only British areas the Romans couldn't invade. To this day, one finds the inhabitants to be predominantly dark, their race not diluted by the Danes, Anglo-Saxons or Normans who invaded at one time or another. Very brave lot, the Cornish. And from a beautiful land of myth and magic. (King Arthur country.) Sweetie and I spent part of our wedding trip in Cornwall.

-- Anonymous, September 19, 2001

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Ghost Stories

Cornwall has been described as the most haunted place in the British Isles, and for good reason! Stories of hauntings abound and most towns and villages have had more than their fair share.

At the famous old coaching hostelry Jamaica Inn (made famous by Daphne Du Maurier's Novel) at Bolventor, near Bodmin, the ghost of a murdered sailor returning to finish his last drink has been seen by many visitors sitting on a wall outside.

Customers at The Dolphin Inn at Penzance have witnessed the sight, and in recent years, the sound of an old sea captain dressed in tricorn hat and laced ruffles paying them an unwelcome visit. It is believed he may have been a victim of Judge Jeffries (1648-89), the famous "Hanging Judge" who is reputed to have held an Assizes in what is now the dining room of the inn, or possibly an old smuggler returning to claim the casks of brandy recently found hidden away in the cellar during renovations.

From the Punch Bowl Inn at Lanreath, near Lostwithiel, comes the tale of a demonic black cockerel believed to have been the angry soul of an old rector of the parish who fell to his death down the stairs to his cellar whilst fetching a bottle of wine. His guest for dinner that night was the new young curate who had fallen in love with the rector's young and beautiful wife. Did he fall or was he pushed? We'll never know, but the very next day a large black cockerel suddenly appeared and began attacking everyone in sight. Eventually the bird flew in through the window of The Punch Bowl Inn and straight into an old earthenware oven. A quick thinking kitchen maid imprisoned him inside it and a mason was duly called to cement it up for all eternity.

The Wellington Hotel, Boscastle's famous old coaching inn, has more than its fair share of ghostly inhabitants. Some years ago the Hotel's owner, Victor Tobutt, was working at the reception desk when the figure of a man drifted silently past him. Looking up, he was surprised to see that the man wore leather gaiters and boots, a frock coat and a frilled shirt, such as might have been worn by an 18th century coachman, and his hair tied back in the old fashioned style. "There was nothing insubstantial about him", Victor told, "he looked remarkably solid." To his shock, the apparition disappeared through the wall, but when he began to describe what he had seen to one of his employees, the man completed the description for him. Apparently he too had seen the ghostly visitor on more than one occasion.

Another employee at The Wellington Hotel, retired policeman Bill Searle has twice witnessed a misty shape wearing what appears to be a cloak drift across the landing and disappear through the wall of a guest room. It is thought to be the spirit of a young girl who, crossed in love, flung herself in despair from the ramparts of the hotel's tower. Victor also believes that another part of the building is haunted by a murdered man, and there is also an "animal friendly" spirit, which was eagerly pursued by the small dog belonging to the writer of ghost stories who stayed in the hotel. Ironically, the writer himself didn't see it, but his wife witnessed a shape move across the room, followed by the dog excitedly wagging his tail!

Several of the staff and customers have also witnessed a dark shape float down the stairs and disappear into the cellar late at night. Curiously, the two oldest hostelries in Boscastle bear the names of two of history's most famous adversaries. At the top of Boscastle's steep "corkscrew " hill, high above The Wellington Hotel stands The Napoleon Inn. It is said that the inn served as a recruiting office in the Napoleonic Wars, but the sympathies and interests of many Cornish smugglers lay more with their French suppliers than with King and Country. Legend has it that The Napoleon Inn was so named because it was actually used to recruit volunteers for the enemy!

The Ghost of Charlotte Dymond One of Cornwall's most celebrated ghosts is that of Charlotte Dymond, who was found murdered on the slopes of Roughtor, near Camelford on Sunday 14th April 1844. Her lover, a crippled farmhand called Matthew Weeks was later hanged at Bodmin Goal for the crime, though it is doubtful that he committed it. Since that time, and especially on the anniversary of her death, Charlotte has been seen walking in the area, clad in a gown, a red shawl and a silk bonnet. Sentries of the Old Volunteers stationed in Roughtor were very reluctant to stand duty there, so convinced were they of her ghostly presence. A memorial stone marks the site of her murder, and the story has been immortalised too in "The Ballad of Charlotte Dymond", by Cornish poet Charles Causley.

Duporth Manor The ancient manor house at Duporth was said to have been haunted by the ghost of a nun known affectionately as "Flo". A century ago she could be heard striking matches in adjoining rooms and at the same time almost every night someone - or something? - would click open the lock on the cabinet in the drawing rooms. The manor has now been demolished and the sight has become Duporth Holiday Village, but according to a night security guard "Flo" hasn't gone away. Many strange happenings have been witnessed in recent years. The roundabout in the children's playground has been seen to turn by itself, first one way then the next without a breath of wind in the air. A kettle boiled itself in a locked and unattended room and a sewing machine which whirred into life without human assistance abruptly stopped when a member of staff said "no thanks Flo - I don't need you today". People claim to be aware of an invisible presence near the old farmhouse. An elderly lady staying at the village with her 5 year old granddaughter heard the child talking to someone on the landing one afternoon. On investigating the grandmother could see no one, and when questioned the child said she had been chatting to a nice old lady in a black dress!

The Legend of Blackways Cove Blackways Cove is an isolated inlet just along the coast from the golden North Cornwall beach of Trebarwith Strand. It is said to be haunted, but no one really knows by whom. Could it be the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors drowned when their vessels were torn apart on the treacherous rocks nearby? Or it could be the restless spirit of a local man doomed to haunt the scene of his crime - a crime with a curious twist in the tale? Many years ago a man with two sons farmed in the vicinity, and on his death left his entire estate to his eldest son, cutting out the younger one without a penny. The younger son went away wracked with jealousy that fomented over time to be an obsession until, convinced that he had been cheated of his birthright he set out to wreak revenge on his elder brother. One night he crept onto the farm and set fire to the buildings. The blaze took hold and the entire property was razed to the ground. The ruins of this once prosperous farm may still be seen near Backways - a few stones from the farmhouse and outbuildings were all that remained. Only in the morning did he discover that his brother had died the day before - and left the entire estate to him.

The Talland Ghost Hunter Talland is a small village on Cornwall's East coast not far from the fishing villages of Looe and Polperro. Once an area notorious for smuggling, its worthy vicar, Parson Richard Dodge who served the church between 1713 and 1747 acquired a reputation as a Ghost hunter and Exorcist, almost certainly a convenient cover to disguise his smuggling activities! Dodge claimed the power to drive away the Devil and spread the story of having met The Devil himself driving a sable coach drawn by two headless horses. He spoke of demons on nearby Bridle Lane, a path that leads down to the beach, thereby ensuring that God-fearing folk would steer clear of the area at night and not disturb his illegal trade!

He also let it be known that on his approach evil spirits would cry out "Dodge is come! I must be gone!" and so his reputation as the scourge of evil spread far and wide in the county. Legend also has it that the original Church was to have been constructed at nearby Pulpit and work had actually commenced, but each following day the stones that had been laid had been mysteriously transported over to the present site. Then, a chilling voice is said to have been heard, commanding "if you would my wish fulfil build the church on Talland Hill". The superstitious masons duly acquiesced, and there it stands to this day.

The Phantom Coach A lonely drive through quiet country lanes one wet November afternoon led to an extraordinary encounter for Mr Cliff Hocking of Mevagissey.

He was driving from Mevagissey to Truro to visit his wife in hospital when, to his shock and amazement he rounded a round bend and without warning was suddenly confronted with an old fashioned stagecoach thundering along the road towards him, drawn by four horses galloping at full speed. At the reigns sat a coachman in a greatcoat with wide blue lapels, whipping the horses into a frenzy of speed. Beside the driver blowing a posthorn sat the guard, clad in a scarlet coat and black hat. Horrified, Mr Hocking stamped on his brakes, stalling the car and throwing his hands up over his face. As the mysterious coach bore down on him, the thundering wheels, galloping hooves and urgent blast of the horn rising to a crescendo, he sat helplessly awaiting the imminent collision. Nothing happened. Instead, the terrifying sounds of the coach ceased abruptly and all was quiet again. When he looked up it had literally disappeared into thin air. The road was empty.

The phenomenon of phantom coaches drawn by ghostly horses is not an uncommon one, especially in the uncommonly haunted county of Cornwall, but to Mr Hocking this vision was a very real one. He remembers quite clearly that the coach was painted bright red, low bodied with small doors and windows and a sloping rear. Such a coach would once have carried the mail to towns and villages in the vicinity - some two hundred years ago. Why was the driver in such a hurry? Well perhaps he was late with the post - or maybe he had a rendezvous to meet. After all, Walter Cross - the Mevagissey man who had introduced the stagecoach service into Cornwall in 1796 was, among other things, a smuggler. Was it him at the reins?

-- Anonymous, September 19, 2001