tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post4499170586240451878..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: 6910Working Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-47872456617023731052010-10-06T18:06:17.167-04:002010-10-06T18:06:17.167-04:00Dave -
At the time I was in Catholic school, so th...Dave -<br />At the time I was in Catholic school, so the bizarre non-corporeal stuff seemed normal. Being that scared for so long, though - I think that had an impact.Ginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-33292458398922438942010-10-06T17:52:02.126-04:002010-10-06T17:52:02.126-04:00Gina,
Huh, sounds like it'd make a believer ou...Gina,<br />Huh, sounds like it'd make a believer out of just about anyone....<br /><br />Do you think it changed your life in any major way -- besides in your believing in ghosts, that is? I've wondered if something happened that seemed inexplicable, whether it'd tend to throw everything else one thought one "knew" also into question....<br /><br />-- Dave S.Dave S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-36524127561322714632010-10-04T20:29:26.714-04:002010-10-04T20:29:26.714-04:00That really would have freaked me out, too. You...That really would have freaked me out, too. You're a braver woman than I am, Gina! <br /><br />We lived across from a large cemetery when I was growing up, and it was truly my favorite place to be, especially when teenaged angst would send me looking for someplace to cry it out. There was a lovely pond with a couple of weeping willows, and I could sit there for hours, right near the war casualty area. Very peaceful, and no weird noises unless someone honked their horn on the street behind the war graves.Karen in Ohionoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-8696971735211822402010-10-04T18:26:40.076-04:002010-10-04T18:26:40.076-04:00Nothing like being spooked! I grew up in a house i...Nothing like being spooked! I grew up in a house in Wilkes Barre across the street from a cemetery and there were two others, one block down and one block up. I always my imagination to being surrounded by the dead.Patghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01046665022709722606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-46239186895959840782010-10-04T11:14:59.576-04:002010-10-04T11:14:59.576-04:00I hadn't realized the link, Gina, but just cli...I hadn't realized the link, Gina, but just clicked on it and based on your description and being a bit familiar with the area I pictured the house to be exactly as it is. Great descriptive writing!Laurienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-82981114779288918972010-10-04T11:00:10.908-04:002010-10-04T11:00:10.908-04:00Wow Gina, ONE night in that room would have been ...Wow Gina, ONE night in that room would have been enough for me! It was fun to see a picture of the house too.Kathynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-21172516443227163672010-10-04T10:48:17.626-04:002010-10-04T10:48:17.626-04:00Did everybody click on "old house" to li...Did everybody click on "old house" to link to a Google Street View picture of the house? The little map in the lower right corner of the photo shows how close it is to the cemetery.Ginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-28257235492930597302010-10-04T09:53:38.842-04:002010-10-04T09:53:38.842-04:00Jennie -
I wish my family had packed up and got ou...Jennie -<br />I wish my family had packed up and got out! I lived in total terror for many years.<br /><br />Ramona -<br />The dahlia field was actually kind of neat. It belonged to our landlord, Mr. Gumto, who also owned a greenhouse. Every spring, a man would come with two huge draft horses and plow that field the old fashioned way. Watching those horses work was one of the high points of the year.Ginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-33567825169634639042010-10-04T09:44:14.161-04:002010-10-04T09:44:14.161-04:00Yikes, Gina. For some reason, the mention of the d...Yikes, Gina. For some reason, the mention of the dahlia field creeped me out.<br /><br />I have never seen a ghost or apparition or anything other-worldly. I can't decide if that makes me feel fortunate, or deprived.Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00627775403015684868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-56417375382294215502010-10-04T09:25:55.710-04:002010-10-04T09:25:55.710-04:00Scary stuff, Gina!Scary stuff, Gina!Laurienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-7222131072522745152010-10-04T05:47:15.420-04:002010-10-04T05:47:15.420-04:00This gave me chills!This gave me chills!PatRemickhttp://www.patremick.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-12299087135737766042010-10-03T19:11:50.399-04:002010-10-03T19:11:50.399-04:00That sounds amazingly like another story I heard t...That sounds amazingly like another story I heard this weekend about another house somewhere in Pennsylvania - not sure where exactly - and another little girl, who heard knocking on the window, and squeaking of the rocking chair, and steps, and other noises growing up. They packed up tout de suite and got outta there. Can't say I blame them. As a very smart man once said, there's more between heaven and earth than anywhere else.Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01442754671445893599noreply@blogger.com