tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post862332562631613778..comments2023-04-02T13:34:32.629-04:00Comments on My Life Through Lyrics: Ghost storiesJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14817014989833372238noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post-17941243525080881922009-07-01T00:20:40.059-04:002009-07-01T00:20:40.059-04:00Oh, Puck... and Kim... How interesting you wrote t...Oh, Puck... and Kim... How interesting you wrote this last Fall. <br /><br />The ghosts (and yes, that was plural) and spirits and what-have-you that I've been in "touch" w/... have been interesting, in deed. <br /><br />Most o' the time, when I am in contact w/ them--it's often by surprise. Like, a "Holy sh*t, I didn't see you here" or, "What the... Hi!" I've only encountered a few... not so nice ones.<br /><br />With that said... I wanted to share this one w/ you folks... this is post-college...<br /><br />Before I was a Park Ranger, I was a "Jill o' all Trades" in this house in MD. Ironically, it was a sister o' one o' our fellow Wells sisters (my class). So, I didn't think anything o' it, when I'd moved in--to trade room & board for helpin' to fix up the house.<br /><br />Well... come find out--the sister and her family went to CT for Thanksgiving (I think?). I'd gone to NYC the week before (my memory is failing me now about time..) and had come home to an empty house. <br /><br />Just doin' my thing... I made some dinner and chilled out. Now, I'm all for being alone, but I could feel myself getting sick! A hot temperature and not feeling well. I didn't know too many folks yet, so I told myself I'd be ok--and, I would "get through it". <br /><br />So, I laid down on the couch to nap. The next thing I know, I feel a cool cloth on my forehead and it felt like someone sitting next to me on the couch. But, I was so feverish... that I didn't open my eyes to see. And, I drifted to sleep.<br /><br />In the morning, I woke up to no cloth... and no one in the house. This was a bit alarming to me... so, the next thing I know--the house phone rings and it's the family letting me know that they were stuck in the snow in CT--and, they'd be home later that nite.<br /><br />I sat up (miraculously, I was better)... and, was like, WTF???? So, I was like--you're ON YOUR WAY HOME FROM CT???? They were like, yeah! I was like, NO WAY!!!! <br /><br />And, when they got home later that day, I told them about what happened--that I thought it was one o' them... and, you know what the sister tells me???? <br /><br />"Oh. That must've been the house nurse. You see... we didn't want to alarm you, but when you get sick--she comes out to make sure you feel better." *shivers* <br /><br />Thanks for the 411 AFTER the fact, people! LOL...<br /><br />I silently thanked the nurse... and, prayed I'd never get sick again (which, I didn't, in that house)... and, let's just say... she's not the only thing that roams that dwelling...KKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04275230966661738408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post-29398643489364757892008-12-02T11:25:00.000-05:002008-12-02T11:25:00.000-05:00I'm pretty sure it was Rome. I know we visited th...I'm pretty sure it was Rome. I know we visited the Erie Canal. I think I even have pictures of it at home somewhere. I'll look for them and verify. Not sure I'll post any though. The 1980's were a very bad fashion decade....<BR/><BR/>It is really sad to see places that were once so nice fall on hard times. I always hate to see paint peeling in particular for some reason.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14817014989833372238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post-37635879254100197112008-12-02T10:56:00.000-05:002008-12-02T10:56:00.000-05:00Are you kidding me? You actually came to Rome on ...Are you kidding me? You actually came to Rome on a field trip? :-)<BR/><BR/>Actually, back then it was a really nice museum. Even when I was there, it was still OK. I went back a few summers ago and it was awful -- no live interpreters anymore, paint peeling. You couldn't even go in most of the buildings because they only had a rope across the door. <BR/><BR/>They are having a hard time financially, I guess. It is really sad.Kim Kenneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428891471926378133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post-41054296326566068522008-11-30T20:47:00.000-05:002008-11-30T20:47:00.000-05:00I often wish that my grandmother would visit me. ...I often wish that my grandmother would visit me. I think about that a lot actually. I'm glad you got the closure you needed with yours.<BR/><BR/>Oh and when I was in 7th grade I think we went on a field trip to Rome and I think one of the places we went was the Erie Canal Village!Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14817014989833372238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334200760603850409.post-8224678216394944982008-11-30T20:30:00.000-05:002008-11-30T20:30:00.000-05:00I don't have a ghost story, per se, but I do belie...I don't have a ghost story, per se, but I do believe that after my grandmother died, she came to visit me.<BR/><BR/>See, my parents are divorced, and my dad was in and out of my life for years -- mostly out. So as a result, my sister and I didn't see that side of the family very much. <BR/><BR/>My gradmother had Alzheimer's and I didn't see her at all for the last few years of her life. My sister and I were consumed with guilt when she died, from practically a lifetime of "should haves."<BR/><BR/>So Chris and I went to NY for the funeral. My sister and I tried to reassure each other, and make the guilt go away. But I was still terribly upset.<BR/><BR/>The first night when we got back to OH, I was trying to fall asleep. I had a sense of a yellow light that completely enveloped me, kind of like a total body hug. My grandmother's favorite color was yellow. I knew that it was her, trying to tell me that she understood, and that I should forgive myself and let go of my guilt. And I instantly felt better.<BR/><BR/>I guess I do have one more story, although it isn't that big of a deal. When I worked as an interpreter at the Erie Canal Village in Rome, NY during summers in college, we would rotate the buildings that we were stationed in. I was told from the beginning that if I was in Hull House, the big Victorian, opening up in the morning, and I couldn't get the lock to work, I should just ask Anna Shull to stop playing with me and let me in.<BR/><BR/>On more than one ocassion, I couldn't get that door to unlock, and I would say, "Come on Anna, let me in!" And the next time I'd try the key, it would work like magic...Kim Kenneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428891471926378133noreply@blogger.com