Juliette Gordon Low was the founder of the Girl Scouts. The Wayne Gordon House museum is now owned by the Girl Scouts of the USA, and is a popular place for Girl Scout troops to tour. It was built 1818-1821 and is open to the public for tours. Folks say that Sarah Gordon and her daughter-in-law Nellie Kinzie Gordon, the mother of Juliette Gordon Low, still remain to haunt the house. Nellie is known to move the furniture, play the piano, and even slide down the banister at night, and in the daytime, museum visitors have reported seeing Sarah’s apparition wearing an old-fashioned dress.
Note: The site is currently under construction as of Fall 2013, and is entirely encased in scaffolding. The building however is still open for visitors.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 10 E. Oglethorpe Avenue
Savannah, GA 31401
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 32.077113586474255, -81.0924104600872
- County:
- Chatham County, Georgia
- Nearest Towns:
- Savannah, GA (0.6 mi.)
Thunderbolt, GA (3.9 mi.)
Garden City, GA (4.4 mi.)
Whitemarsh Island, GA (5.5 mi.)
Port Wentworth, GA (6.5 mi.)
Isle of Hope, GA (6.8 mi.)
Vernonburg, GA (7.9 mi.)
Wilmington Island, GA (8.6 mi.)
Pooler, GA (9.4 mi.)
Montgomery, GA (9.6 mi.)
Contact Information
- Web:
- http://www.juliettegordonlowbirthplace.org/
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I’d just like to say my uncle went on a tour here, I told him to take A LOT of pictures because something was bound to be seen.. and this is what was saw..
Would like photos from same location in house from others. Do you see what I do?
The house is definitely haunted…I worked there for almost three years. However it’s Sarah Gordon, not Nellie Gordon who haunts it. You’ll hear footsteps, she’ll call your name, sometimes she appears, random phone calls from the museum when no one was there. Nellie happily passed when her husband’s ghost appeared at her deathbed.
Agreed with Wesley, I also worked there over ten years ago. Nellie has no reason to haunt the house, but Sarah was still lamenting her husband’s early passing when he was away from home working on getting the railroad lines started in the state.
So much intense stuff happened when I was there, I can only imagine the things since. We had the incoming only line call the asst shop manager’s cell when nobody would even be in the office yet, my supervisor saw a ghost multiple times, sometimes even following her daughter across the courtyard, a lamp that was absolutely broken and never plugged in was suddenly plugged in and working one night when it was a pain to reach and nobody would have bothered, a bright glowing ball of light flying over people’s heads between the parlor doors, the sound of someone pacing behind the closed dining room door when construction was happening and it was 8+ pm, closed, dark, and off limits, someone almost fell down the stairs and was caught by strong arms of absolutely nobody, etc. Far too many stories to tell. The carriage and stable houses terrified me. The “whistling man” was in one, and while I never heard the whistling, I never felt alone and always felt like I was being stared at. I refused to go in again alone.