Ghosts

Was blog surfing and ended up over at Musings by the Creekside's Ghosts there are whether you believe or not post.  I found her story interesting...because we have some of the same thing happening here. Our ghosts aren't as dramatic, scary, or interesting as hers.  We have two; one inside the house and one outside. 

The outside ghost walks across our front lawn and disappears at our front porch.  It is obviously a man, wearing a farmer's-type hat, just striding along, as if he's just walking his land.  The impression we have gotten is that he predates the house, since he never interacts with it in any way, never breaks his stride, and disappears when he reaches it. All of us have seen him at one time or another.  We mainly see him when we're looking out the living room window.  The girls and I have seen him off and on since we moved in here.  I've never noticed any pattern behind his 'appearances'; he shows up on sunny days, rainy days, cloudy days, and at random times during the day (although only once on any given day and we've never seen him at night.  We've seen will-o-the-wisps on the hill at night, but never in the front yard.) 

Danny saw at Christmas-time. We had told him about our front yard ghost and described him as best we could, his hat, his stride, the impression he left.  Danny said later that he had a mental picture of a short Abraham Lincoln, which made me laugh.  Anyway, we were putting up garlands over the living room window for Christmas (I'm still iffy on the whole Christmas thing, and compromised on a garland vs a tree.  Technicalities, I know...but I feel better), and he suddenly said, "You may want to get the door."  I had no idea what he was talking about, so he said that he had seen someone (he thought it was Giselle) walking across the front yard towards the front porch.  I told him that he had finally seen our front yard ghost. He said that he was nothing like he had pictured, and questioned whether someone had actually walked onto the front porch.  Kipu (our Lhasa) was on the front porch, surveying his domain.  I pointed out that Kipu hadn't moved or made a sound, which he ALWAYS does if he sees someone (including us, at times!)  Giselle was in her room, and there was nobody was on the front porch, on the road, or anywhere around us.  There weren't any cars going by, either.

We actually think we know the name of our outside ghost.  The man who owned and farmed this piece of land before the family who bought it and built this house was named George Spears.  He  died of cancer in '38 and is buried just up the way.  We figure he's just out walking his land, like a good farmer does.  Maybe that's heaven for him.

Our inside ghost isn't very dramatic, just very sweet.  Occasionally, she will kiss your forehead when you're in bed.  She's kissed mine, and one of the first times Danny slept at the house, she kissed him (which kinda freaked him out.  Now he just thinks it's sweet, too.)  We suspect it's the ghost of the lady this house was built for, who raised her (I believe) 12 children here, and who lived here until her death.  Her name is May.  From everything I've heard about her, she sounds like she was a truly nice lady.  As far as I can tell, she still is.

So that's our ghost story.  Now very dramatic, not very scary.  Just two people continuing to do what they probably did repeatedly throughout their lives and beyond.  Makes me happy to think they loved this place enough that they didn't really leave.  I hope I get to stay a good, long while, too.