Is this about Jack and Jill when they got a little bit older? :confused: ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
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Is this about Jack and Jill when they got a little bit older? :confused: ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
Small, enquiring minds need to know, you know!
Yeah, yeah. You guessed it. Wow! You're really good at guessing! You really know your stories!Quote:
Originally Posted by Clough
I'm 11. The lybrarien at skool lets me help her in tha lybrare. I git to du a lot uf reeding there. They thnk that it mite help me to lern to spill bitter! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
What du you thnk of my spilling? :eek: I herd that you wrk ina lybrare!
Libraries have books and poetry about Halloween. Last night we had a special Halloween program in which (witch?) families got to decorate and take home their own pumpkin and one of the librarians dressed up like a witch and did a little thing with a bubbling cauldron --
Happy Halloween!
The story that tells about the Summit Bridge I wrote about is called "Cry Baby Bridge". Look under Schulter-Cry Baby Bridge! You know, if you enjoy that sort of thing!! LOL
Shadowlands Haunted Places Index - Oklahoma
There is another reference to this at Alderson but I have sufficiently spooked myself out remembering my experience at the bridge so will say goodnight and I think I will stick with reading the funny jokes like the circumference of a pumpkin!! Have a good night and if anything goes bump in the night, it is probably just the arm!! :)
That sounds like the story of Resurrection Mary (about 15-20 miles from me) --Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
RESURRECTION MARY!
Well Wondergirl! Weird thing happened. After I posted my poem, my computer went out! Not kidding! Of course, I just shut it all down, let it set for a bit and here I am. Just coincidence! LOL I read about "Resurrection Mary". Thanks for sending the link! Have you had any experience with her??
Yes, of course that was a coincidence. Yes. Definitely it was.Quote:
Originally Posted by jrebel7
I've had no encounters with RM. I used to do home visits for counseling along one side of the cemetery, but it was during the day, so no Mary. Hmmmm. One of my clients in that area was named Mary. Hmmmm.
Another librarian and I went to a haunted bar-restaurant one Friday the 13th, but nothing happened while we were there. We drank Black Russians and ate cheeseburgers. The evening wore on. We switched to gin and tonics and then tried the beer on tap. I don't remember anything happening. I don't remember the name of the other librarian either.
(Just kidding, folks! )
Here's the bar and its story --
Clarendon Hills - HauntedHouses.com
Definitely!! Yes, definitely a coincidence! Yes. Now if my computer quits again tonight I am hanging up my spurs and heading for the high country! Ha. Mary, was it?? On one side of the cemetery was it?? Interesting... very interesting! LOL Interesting reading!
When I looked up the Cry Baby Bridge History, I was surprised to see how many homes are said to be haunted in my town!! I always wondered why I felt so unsettled here, now I know! :)
I suspect it's all that black gold under Oklahoma that's causing all the paranormal activity like with your computer. And the wind. That has to be causing weird things to happen. And all the buried bones of Indians and pioneers. There are all sorts of psychic influences under and in and on and probably over Oklahoma.
O goodie. That sownds like a lot of fun! :D u nevr did tell me what u thowt about my spilling! :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
A true story
Sometimes when I am playing the piano at my home, there is the very strong scent of a woman's perfume. It's not my mother's. She passed away a long time ago. Plus, she never lived in my home.
I do know that the elderly woman who lived in my home before I did, loved the sound of the piano. She passed away about eighteen years ago. Rather violently two, since she had fallen down the back porch steps.
Also sometimes when I am playing the piano, there might be a strong, cold breeze that happens momentarily. This has happened when all of the windows and doors to the outside were shut. One time, when I had invited a friend over and he hadn't arrived yet, I was playing the piano. I thought for sure that he had come in, because there was this cold draft of air around me. I looked at the door through which he would have entered. It had not been opened.
Anybody want to come over and listen to me play the piano late at night? :eek:
Will there be drinks and snacks too? Will I be able to suggest requests and dedications? Could I have a turn at the keyboard playing "Heart and Soul" and "Fur Elise"?
Can't u reed playn english?? When aru going to anser my ?Quote:
Originally Posted by Clough
I used to visit clients homes for counseling. One older woman was happy to meet me and welcomed me joyfully, fed me tea and fruitcake, but warned me about sitting in an old rocker. It had been her dear departed mother's favorite chair. Whoever sat there was always cold. The cold spot followed the chair, no matter where they put it in the living room.
I sat on the couch.
I'm ignoring this.Quote:
Originally Posted by Clough
Yes, there will be drinks and snacks. You can play "Fur Elise"? Sure, you can play the piano! I have two grands in my living room. We can play duets! I can show you how to improvise on something that someone else is playing at the same time! Please remember that I told you that I could make you an instant blues player!Quote:
Originally Posted by Wondergirl
Requests and dedications? What do you want to do, Christen me while you ship me away? Heck of a way to waste a good bottle of Champagne!
"Fur Elise" was during Year Three of my eight years of piano lessons. Sheesh. Of course, I can play "Fur Elise".
I want to play the piano like Nina Simone.
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