Ghosts

About 5 years ago I blogged a wee bit about the ghosts that were living in our house.  (We’ve since moved.)  I’d write about it as soon as something spooky happened.  We lived in that house for over 9 years and the blogged incidents were taking over my crocheting posts, which was what the blog was primarily about.

I thought of this today because we drove past the house.  It’s now for rent.  For the second time in three years.

I told the new owners to call me if they needed any further info or whatnot, and the wife called me one night about three months after they’d moved in.  “You’re going to think I’m crazy for asking this, but when you lived here, was this … did you notice … did you think this house might be haunted?”

I told her “You bet!”  I hadn’t said anything to them before because they didn’t ask.  It was one question I always asked when looking for this house.  I thought people would think I was crazy left and right but only a couple looked at me sort of funny, most of them answered as if it were a legitimate house-searching question.  Do other people ask if a house is haunted when hunting for a new place?

Speaking of ghosts … we stopped by Mom and Dad’s this afternoon while we were in town.  Mom said she’d cut out an article for me about post-mortem photos.  There’s an exhibit at the Henry House Museum down at the lake and she thought Terri and I might want to go.  A few minutes later she said, “I’d like to see it, too!”  Cracks me up.  Why not just ask us to go Ma?

The exhibit is called, Mourning After: The Victorian Celebration of Death.   Here’s a blurb from their web site.  (I hope it’s okay to quote it here!)

This exhibit will take a comprehensive look at how Victorian’s celebrated death covering themes such as mourning customs, clothing, funerary practices, gravestones and jewelry. Special events planned include a members only preview, a mourning theme tea and graveyard tours.

How cool would it be to go to a mourning themed tea?  I’m excited about this!

I’m also a bit squeemied-out by it.  I’ve got chills going down my spine just thinking about it.  We went to the museum as tourists the day before we moved out of town and away from our freaky house!  You get the willies walking through Henry House.  The creepiest thing they have besides vibes is a hair ornament hanging on the wall.  And it’s huge and very full of a dead person’s hair.  What must these people have looked like lying in the parlour with their hair chopped off as they lay dead and rotting.

Sometimes I don’t believe funeral rituals were as darkly romanticized as they are portrayed to us now.  I think it was truly far creepier, odd compared to today’s equally as odd rituals, and way smellier.  But then again, would a museum hide something like that?  No way.  And old houses like that always do smell funny.

I don’t know why Mom thought Terri and I would want to go, but I do and I think Terri would get a creepy kick out of it.  She’s easily spooked, though.  We’re not morbid and obsessed with death.  Terri dyes her hair black but it’s more of a rocker chick thing than any dark obsession.  I may have gone to a funeral when it wouldn’t really have been expected of me but I certainly didn’t enjoy it!  I was just a shoulder to lean on.   It’s probably because I’m basically the family historian and dabble in genealogy.  (Ooh, I’ll have to find my old photos and post a couple one day!)  But really, it’s probably because she wants to go but won’t ask for fear of being a burden.  Gotta love mothers!

Geez, Ma, that’s why we come in to see you all the time or have you guys out here!  If you need anything or just want to hang out for fun you know we’re here for you!  In fact, let’s make a day of it and go for lunch to the Mourning Tea!

But back to the post-mortem photos … they reminded me of the movie, The Others, and I told Mom to watch it if she ever noticed it was on TV.  It would be right up her alley.  Now fast-forward to tonight.  We’d planned on watching a movie but it was terrible and neither of us were into it so we started surfing.  The only thing on worth watching?  The Others.  Spooky!

Turtles

You know who you are …

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You’re tearing me up inside!

I know how much this means to you, I really do.  I understand every one of your reasons and arguments.  I get that it’s for you, and about you.  I especially appreciate that you’ve looked at it from almost every angle.

You’re the kind of person who deserves what you get.  You’re so good in so many ways.  I’m proud of you and always wish there were more ways to reward you just for being you.

But, no matter how much I want to say yes and believe that if this is truly what you want then you should have it, every sensible thought in my head says ‘not yet’ …

If, in answer to a couple of my arguments, you’d said something other than “I don’t care!”, I’d see it as being well-thought out, and that just maybe you were mature enough to make such a decision on your own.  ‘I don’t care’ tells me that it was something you hadn’t thought of, and are too one-track-minded about it all that you automatically refused to consider that part of the other side.

But most of all, I think my heart says ‘not yet’, too …

Turtle

You are one of the dearest things to me and you totally rock my world.  I always appreciate your honesty, integrity, and thoughtfulness.  I’m so afraid of where those things will go if you do this on your own.  You see, there’s so much more to it than, “What can she do once it’s done?”  It’s way more than being mad for a couple of days or upset for a couple of weeks.  It’s about truthfulness to both me and yourself.  It’s about honour.  It’s about pride – yours – and trust.  And despite who we are, we also have an incredible friendship.  You have those things right now.  You’ve gained those in abundance.  I don’t want any of those excellent qualities to diminish.  I don’t want you to lose them in your eyes, or in mine.  They’re what make you the beautiful person you are right now …

Do you hear me?  Right now, as you are, you’re complete.  And wonderful.

I’m not saying no.  I’m saying, ‘wait’!

Please.