ca. 1915. Grandma is standing next to her mama. (Love how the house looks tilted. I saw this house last June. It is in really bad shape, but it is not tilted. lol) As usual, click on pictures to view larger size.This Grandma (I can't figure out how to link to older posts):
The strangest thing happened yesterday. This was just a fleeting thing, but it was so very real.
I was working in the kitchen. Was I cleaning the stove top, wiping out the oven, or emptying the corn starch into a bug proof container? I don't remember, and I guess it doesn't matter. Yes, I do to remember. I was sifting the cornstarch into a container to make sure there weren't any bugs in it.
Just as normal/natural as could be, I realized my grandmother was off to the side and a little behind me. I told her that most young people now have never been so poor that they have had to sift the weevils out of the flour. They would just throw it away and buy new. (I can remember lots of times having to sift out the weevils. I can remember Grandma doing it, too, so it didn't gross me out.)
Then Pete dog walked through the kitchen. Not Grandma and Grandpa's Pete (Pete I with Patches ? as a puppy):
but Pete II:
Grandma spoke to him. But Pete ignored Grandma. I told Grandma that this wasn't her Pete; this was Pete II - the new Pete. I had the distinct impression that Grandma's feelings were hurt. Then she was gone.
I was working in the kitchen. Grandma's kitchen. I was not conscious of the date until just this instant. Grandma Margaret b. December 1908, d. February 10, 2008. Grandma, oh, how I miss you! God grant peace to your soul.
And, you may now honestly say that I am completely "losing it".
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11 comments:
Wow!!!
1) You had a very unusual happening. One of those numerous things which can not be easily given a reason for.
Or...
2) You'd better get out of that house and go home and let whatever happens to it/house, happen to it.
Your call....
As to making click-able links, I'll try to find a tutorial and send it to you. I know how to do it, but it's not easy for me to tell others how to do it. I've tried. And it gets so complicated, I wonder if they even try to use my instructions. lol.
What a lovely post. I can certainly identify. I know my grandma has been watching over me throughout these years. I'd like to share a strange story with you. I'd never been much of a gardener, but when we moved into a home with a large back yard, I decided to try my hand at it, and lo and behold, it was like I had the magical touch. Whatever I planted grew. And then, after several years the house was sold and I had to let the garden grow. It was several years later that, through my genealogy, I met a cousin online. She sent me photos of some of the family including my great grandmother. Lo and behold, there she was standing in the midst of her garden, smiling, and holding one of the largest tomatoes I'd ever seen...besides the ones that grew in my garden, that is. I knew then that it was she who was guiding me with my magical garden.
Mary
Wow - what an incredible thing to have happen to you! I sure don't think you're losing it. I sometimes get the distinct impression that my Grandma, who passed almost 15 years ago, is right there with me. For some reason, it usually happens when I'm cooking - the last time, when I was using her old skillet. It's almost like the memory associated with what you were doing brought her really close to you for a moment.
And by the way, love that top picture and it's not-crooked house. :)
You are totally not going nuts. People that touched your lifre always linger, I've found
If you're crazy, then I'm crazy--at least you see family members and not complete strangers!
By the way, was thinking about Gram this morning too.
oh and yes that is Patches next to Pete I. I had forgotten what a cute little puppy she used to be!
That gave me chills! I so believe that those things happen - just a few weeks ago, I had an experience where my father, who passed more than 25 years ago, came and talked to me about my mother, who is getting dementia. A year after my grandmother passed away, she would sit with me on my way to work almost every day for almost a year. At that time, my husband was working in Ohio and I was home alone with my youngest, and struggling, she was there for me. I too, missed her so much then and still do.
I could tell you several more stories about things that have happened to me that are very similar - but people reading the comments would think that I was off my rocker!
The veil is thin - and you probably needed some comfort of some kind. You are not crazy, just in tune.
I love the old photos! I'm sure your grandmother was a wonderful person.
Hugs, Barb
I love the old photo and your story. Have a great and blessed day. Madeline
Oh I'd never tell you that! And I have had the date thing happen, but not all the rest.
i dream about my grandma and sense her
in many ways. before my husband, she was
the great love of my life.
What a neat story! (I don't think you're crazy. My mom has many, many stories like this.)
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