When we lived in Lincoln, NE we used wander through the antique stores in the Haymarket. They had a couple of large stores … or maybe it was one big one … can’t remember, but we’d wander all the aisles. I always wanted to buy one of those old pieces, either a table, buffet, chair, couch or whatever. But I wasn’t sure what I was getting in addition to the furniture.
I guess should explain, you know on the old Bewitch shows? One of them they brought an antique piece home, it came with it’s dead owner. That show stuck with me all these years, so I just look and not buy.
What brought this on? Well, you know me and my brain … it could be one of many things. But I watched Grey’s Anatomy and Dennie was back. Granted he was sort of a ghost, but one that was touchable.
I’ve had spooky happen to me. We’ve had a friendly ghost among us most of hubby’s and my life together. It’s a friendly one, because, I think it was hubby’s dad. He stopped following us around when his mom passed although they were not married when his dad died.
I’ll have to write about all the strange things that happened to my family. That may be my next story, after I finish the nanowrimo one on my sister’s breast cancer. If anything, I can write it so our children have the stories of our family for future generations.