Post by Caterino on Mar 6, 2009 17:29:20 GMT -5
This is a true story that happened to me. My father was born in 1918. He had a grammar or grade school teacher as he put it, named Miss Judson. Miss Judson had a twin sister and they both never married.
When my father was ten and had this teacher, she was twenty five years old. The math tells me that in 1972 this woman and her sister would be about seventy years old, in fact they had told my dad they were seventy eight. I was thirteen when we moved to the new neighborhood in 72. My father saw the woman and knew who she was. The teacher and her sister owned the home next door to us. I would help remove tree limbs and other things older folks need help with.
Lets jump ahead shall we? I am now thirty five years old. I am visiting my mother and haven't seen these elderly sisters in over twenty years. By now this would make them about one hundred years old. Like so many that come and go we just lose track but my visit would remind me of them.
This would be a nice little story of reunions if indeed it was the end of the story. On this visit, my wife and I sit on my mother and fathers porch sipping some sweet tea, enjoying the cool breeze. It was dark and peaceful. I look over to the old womans home and see Miss Judson standing on the sidewalk in front of her home which as I stated was next door to my home about twenty or thirty feet away. She was draped in a white gown and slowly walking toward my home. I stand up and meet her on the pavement in front of my home and asked her if she needed help. She was holding a key wrapped in a tissue. She was holding her hand out trying to speak but she could not make words. I take what she had in her hand, the key and then she said, "I am lost." My wife and I walk her back to her home and unlock the door for her. We turned on the light in her entranceway. I looked around noticed that the living room was filled with old time furniture and I mean a radio from the thirties, no television, antique furniture. I asked her if she would be ok, and she just shook her head yes and smiled at me. My wife and I walked out closing her door behind us and returned to my porch.
Miss Judson when I was thirteen years old, had a niece who I also hadn't seen for a while. I see her walking down the street and I ran to tell her what I had done. She got very angry then sad. She asked me how I got into her home. I explained what happened again but she said, "Look, my aunt died in 1988 and her sister in 1990. I inherited this house from them and can't really afford to waste electricity. She slammed the door behind her and the lights went off. I walked back to my porch, sat by my wife and was speechless. My mother walked out on the porch and asked me what was up. I explained the story to her and all she could say is, "you have a vivid imagination." My wife said, "Hey, I know what we saw, and that woman was standing out here with us."
I always wondered about the spirit world. When my father died my sister insisted on cremation and wanted to spread his ashes in Italy, and she did. My dad was born and raised in Jersey so I wonder if his soul is also lost now, searching for something he knew when he was a living being? Maybe Miss Judson was just trying to find something that was familiar to her. What do you guys think?
When my father was ten and had this teacher, she was twenty five years old. The math tells me that in 1972 this woman and her sister would be about seventy years old, in fact they had told my dad they were seventy eight. I was thirteen when we moved to the new neighborhood in 72. My father saw the woman and knew who she was. The teacher and her sister owned the home next door to us. I would help remove tree limbs and other things older folks need help with.
Lets jump ahead shall we? I am now thirty five years old. I am visiting my mother and haven't seen these elderly sisters in over twenty years. By now this would make them about one hundred years old. Like so many that come and go we just lose track but my visit would remind me of them.
This would be a nice little story of reunions if indeed it was the end of the story. On this visit, my wife and I sit on my mother and fathers porch sipping some sweet tea, enjoying the cool breeze. It was dark and peaceful. I look over to the old womans home and see Miss Judson standing on the sidewalk in front of her home which as I stated was next door to my home about twenty or thirty feet away. She was draped in a white gown and slowly walking toward my home. I stand up and meet her on the pavement in front of my home and asked her if she needed help. She was holding a key wrapped in a tissue. She was holding her hand out trying to speak but she could not make words. I take what she had in her hand, the key and then she said, "I am lost." My wife and I walk her back to her home and unlock the door for her. We turned on the light in her entranceway. I looked around noticed that the living room was filled with old time furniture and I mean a radio from the thirties, no television, antique furniture. I asked her if she would be ok, and she just shook her head yes and smiled at me. My wife and I walked out closing her door behind us and returned to my porch.
Miss Judson when I was thirteen years old, had a niece who I also hadn't seen for a while. I see her walking down the street and I ran to tell her what I had done. She got very angry then sad. She asked me how I got into her home. I explained what happened again but she said, "Look, my aunt died in 1988 and her sister in 1990. I inherited this house from them and can't really afford to waste electricity. She slammed the door behind her and the lights went off. I walked back to my porch, sat by my wife and was speechless. My mother walked out on the porch and asked me what was up. I explained the story to her and all she could say is, "you have a vivid imagination." My wife said, "Hey, I know what we saw, and that woman was standing out here with us."
I always wondered about the spirit world. When my father died my sister insisted on cremation and wanted to spread his ashes in Italy, and she did. My dad was born and raised in Jersey so I wonder if his soul is also lost now, searching for something he knew when he was a living being? Maybe Miss Judson was just trying to find something that was familiar to her. What do you guys think?
