The Black Angel of Iowa City

Today I’m leaving Iowa City but before I do, I thought I’d post on one of the local legends, The Black Angel, a sculpture located in Oakland Cemetery.

According to Wikipedia, The Black Angel was erected in 1913 and was commissioned by Teresa Feldevert, a Czechoslovakian immigrant for both her son, who died at the age of 18 and her husband Nicholas, who died only a few years after their marriage. When Teresa died in 1924, her ashes were also buried there. Though her birthdate is engraved on the statue, the death date remains empty to this day. The angel is black because of oxidation, though local lore has many other theories which include infidelity and murder. And while many angel statues have their  heads looking up to heaven, this one looks down at the earth…or hell.

There’s an urban legend that says if you kiss the black angel and you’re not a virgin, you’ll die.  Many a mischievous bunch of teens or tourists’ lips have touched the bronze statue. So is the curse true? You’ll just have to come to Iowa City and find out for yourself.

90s detour: The Fear Street Series by R.L. Stine

Hello from Iowa City, home of Rusty the Giant Sloth! Sally has been diligently posting awesome things in my (Kristin’s) absence even though she’s supposed to be writing a novel. Anyways. As you know from everything we’ve ever said, we love the 90s. In Episode 2, we talked about the Baby-Sitters Club, which we consumed as tweens, discovering only later how weird its racial descriptions were.

Well, as I lay on a ‘beach’ in Iowa City with my Kindle, I was reminded of another book series I used to consume: R.L. Stine‘s Fear Street series. Goosebumps was probably Stine’s most famous series, but Fear Street was horror for teenagers and young adults. It had serious gore and  make-out scenes. One particular scene that I remember to this day is one in which a girl sticks her hand down the garbage disposal and not to spoil it for you, but it ended up being a poor decision on her part.

Spoiler alert: She’s a ghost. A hot ghost.

Stine’s Wikipedia page doesn’t have too much information. I was really expecting that, like Ann M. Martin, some of his books would be ghostwritten, perhaps by actual ghosts. Wikipedia has no mention of such a thing, which leads me to the conclusion that R.L. Stine must have cloned himself, because he has literally written hundreds of books.