It was a scary thrill, through those wild river rapids in the Gallatin Valley, near Bozeman, that helped me become a much better and stronger person, inside. And, at the end of the float trip, inside, I yelled..."I DID IT, SQUIRE, I DID IT!"
Was studying the "federal government" with a special Montana State U. class meeting at Big Sky, all expenses. Intead of flying out to Bozeman, Montana, like the other ten from different schools, rr decided to leave early from Virginia and drive across country, for my first ever trip on ground. First night was in a small Illinois town, then off to see the great Mississippe River. Took time to explore the St. Louis ARCH. And then took the route up the river to Hannibal, Missouri. Explored that writer's old town, houses, cave and...waded in the M-i-crooked-letter, crooked letter-i-crooked-letter-crooked-letterhumpback-humpback-i!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
5- SUPPER With A POLTERGEIST?.....
One of my many interests, and adventures, included an invitation from an older country couple to spend the evening in their home. The invitation included, yes, a homemade supper and meeting the family dog, Sam. And as a part of my research on ghosts...a poltergeist.
The meal was in the large country kitchen...a new addition to the old home, with a reason why.
The poltergeist...the old country home dates back before the Civil War. A girl, who worked for the original family back then, began to experience strange and unusual occurances only when she was alone in the house doing her cleaning chores. Objects about the room in which she was working suddenly flew up and around, directed at the girl, often hitting her with force. When she would go outside on an errand, globs of mud would appear, as if thrown by someone with malice and strength. She, according to stories told in the county, would run and scream back inside, only to have objects about the room come flying at her. Mud, even inside, would suddenly appear and hit her.
When the girl left the house, in fear, the happenings ceased!
After supper, and listening to the elderly couple describe the tales told to them over the years, from the Civil War era, the husband told me to come over to the door from the kitchen to the older, original portion of the home. He proceeded to pick up Sam and carry him into the old sitting room. Immediately, Sam squealed and scrambled back into the 'safe' kitchen and turned around to mysteriously stare back into the sitting room, nervously.
The husband picked up Sam again and placed him once again further back into the sitting room.
The same mad dash to return to the kitchen happened again, with Sam turning and looking back, scared!
That's my story, and this educator, historian and researcher is sticking to it!
The meal was in the large country kitchen...a new addition to the old home, with a reason why.
The poltergeist...the old country home dates back before the Civil War. A girl, who worked for the original family back then, began to experience strange and unusual occurances only when she was alone in the house doing her cleaning chores. Objects about the room in which she was working suddenly flew up and around, directed at the girl, often hitting her with force. When she would go outside on an errand, globs of mud would appear, as if thrown by someone with malice and strength. She, according to stories told in the county, would run and scream back inside, only to have objects about the room come flying at her. Mud, even inside, would suddenly appear and hit her.
When the girl left the house, in fear, the happenings ceased!
After supper, and listening to the elderly couple describe the tales told to them over the years, from the Civil War era, the husband told me to come over to the door from the kitchen to the older, original portion of the home. He proceeded to pick up Sam and carry him into the old sitting room. Immediately, Sam squealed and scrambled back into the 'safe' kitchen and turned around to mysteriously stare back into the sitting room, nervously.
The husband picked up Sam again and placed him once again further back into the sitting room.
The same mad dash to return to the kitchen happened again, with Sam turning and looking back, scared!
That's my story, and this educator, historian and researcher is sticking to it!
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