I first thought of turning this topic of “Time Travel” into a stand-alone blog post… presenting on Letter T… but I’ll keep you guessing on that one… for the most part, I’ll be re-posting twenty-six of my favorite posts out of the 746 written on genealogy, family memories, crafting, food, recipes, and occasionally a smidgen of Chit-Chat.
YooHoo… I’m super excited to be back with everyone in the “7th” April A to Z Challenge… and my theme is “Time-Traveling” through my blog – “Everyone Has a Family Story to Tell“. If you have stumbled upon this post and wondering about the challenge… The Blogging A to Z April Challenge is one month of every-day blogging through the alphabet. 26 days, 26 letters, 26 posts! Daily blogging is Monday through Saturday… leaving Sunday to rest, read other blogs, and prepare for the following week! From the first day in 2016 when I happened upon this challenge… I”m still just as excited… and always eager to begin! Who doesn’t love a good time travel of events… so where would you travel to?
“I” met my husband on Halloween… and more
First posted on October 31, 2015
Grab a coffee… as you follow me down the rabbit hole… Hippity Hop!
Halloween means more to me than just planning a costume or buying trick or treat candy. It was the day, or rather the evening, when I met my future husband. I was eighteen years old and excited to be going to a Halloween party at the Sandpiper club in Warner Robins, Georgia; the hot spot in town, and even though the legal age to get in was twenty-one, the officer there always turned his head to let us in… he knew we didn’t drink, and I didn’t. I just wanted to dance, and all the well known bands played there. This was early seventies, so the club was all hippie decor with black light and posters, looking awesome at nighttime; I bet it looked trashy during the day, but it was the place to be!
I went dressed as a princess, re-using one of my saved prom dresses… even bought a crown and crafted a wand… as what fairy princess didn’t have a magic wand! I danced all night! Steve came dressed as …. well he had his Air Force green fatigues on. That was about as dressed up as he was going to get, but it seemed to be alright with me. I remember falling into his arms that night and never leaving, it was as if we fell in love with each other at first sight… and from that night, we were always together. It was a short romance, because Uncle Sam had other plans for us. After only spending two short months together, he was transferred to Loring AFB in Limestone, Maine. It was then nightly phone calls and lots of letters during the next five months… being asked to marry over the phone… and we married on May 5, 1971. I was soon transplanted from Georgia and replanted in Connecticut… a place that might have well been across the ocean to me. It seemed like such a far and distant place to a Southern girl… and so different in culture and foods! And once again, Uncle Sam called another shot before we married, Steve was given orders to report to Thailand… even farther away. I was now being left, alone, in Connecticut!
As long as it’s Halloween, I think I’ll ramble a bit about me chasing ghosts, as they’ve always intrigued me. Maybe it was my mother who gave me the the interest as she was the first one to introduce me to ghosts through her late evening stories. All the neighborhood kids loved to gather at my house on Friday night after dark. Mama would bring out quilts for everyone and she’d sit on the stoop at 1321 Smoak Avenue… telling us ghostly tales. Most often, by the time she called it quits, everyone was too scared to walk home, so we often walked everyone home with flashlights… even the boys!
Besides my interest and beliefs in ghosts, I remember partaking in the Ouija board with my girlfriends on several occasions. Who hasn’t participated in a seance or laid their fingers on a Ouiji board at one time or another. I don’t even remember what we asked of it, but probably it was about our boyfriends at the time. Before I met hubby, my girlfriend and I stopped at a fortune teller’s house… on a whim. Just two silly, giggly girls deciding to have our palm read. If I’m remembering right, she told me I’d marry a dark haired man… and I did!
Anytime I heard about where a haunted house was… I wanted to go investigate… I was lured in. I remember an older farmhouse somewhere outside of Perry’s city limits… down one of those Georgia back dirt roads. I went there one night with friends to walk through… late at night. We didn’t find any ghosts, but the boys ended up locking us girls in one of the rooms upstairs. Once we got out, we ran pretty fast down the front steps and I’m sure we gave them grief for doing that.
The most famous ghost story in Perry was of a place known by all as “Whistler’s Road.” It was just outside of town on another one of those back dirt roads… everything was always on a back dirt road! I can’t remember exactly where it was now, but it was off a series of turning on one road, then another, and finally another. It wasn’t somewhere you went unless you knew how to get back out… or you’d be lost until sunrise the next morning.
The story told, was that you’d hear “him” whistling in the dark of night, and if you lingered too long… you might next hear him tapping his fingers on your car. I never did hear the whistling, although I always hoped to. But one night while parking, I was pretty scared when someone tapped on our car and then a hand touched my neck through the slight open window. Of course, it was soon followed by laughter… as it had been planned by the boy I was with. I think that was the last time I went parking on Whistler’s Road.
My mom always told ghost tales of strange happenings at her grandparents home on Slip Rock Road in Siloam, Georgia; she never would spend the night there! The tale went… often while sitting at the kitchen table, the window shade would suddenly, for no reason, just roll up fast all the way to the top. And if it wasn’t the shade making you jump, then the thumb-bolt on the kitchen door would just click and open… causing the door to slowly creak open. I think those things would cause me as a young girl to run all the way home too… and very fast.
From a previous 2014: 52 Weeks, 52 Stories challenge, I wrote of more ghost stories that were written about that very house. One of the sons, Earle McKinley, had been interviewed by the Macon newspaper. See story: Week 14 – 52 Ancestor 52 Week Blog: Siloam Hauntings on the McKinley farm
In high school I remember writing a paper on “White Witches” which caused my teacher to really question my thought process of believing in their actual existence. I stood strong in my belief of white witches, and told her that I was also a white witch… but only doing good deeds. I’m sure it raised some eyebrows, and if it was today… well surely my parents would be called in to question my sanity. What I wouldn’t give to have that paper today and actually see what comments my teacher scribbled in the margins.
Ghost hunting showed up again for me in Dahlonega, Georgia after visiting Cane Creek Church. My photos showed ghostly images, or so it appeared, but enough to intrigue the local newspaper… where they featured me in a story. You can read it here: Week 30: 52 Ancestor 52 Week Blog: A Family Search, an Old Church and Ghost
Another ghostly experience I experienced after visiting Dahlonega was in the buying of a book called Dahlonega Haunts. I felt and saw a strange occurrence later that night as begining to read the story on Lizzie Gooch; a distance cousin who connects to my family “Bryan” line. I met the author earlier when buying the book… and we talked about the local cemeteries and who I connected to. She mentioned Lizzie Gooch to me after I told her the surnames I was related to in the area. She was there promoting her book in Dahlonega… in celebration of the Halloween season.
While we were in Georgia on vacation at mom’s, my daughter was spending the night at Lizzie Borden’s house in Salem, Massachusetts. Later that evening as I began reading the story on Lizzie Gooch, the lights on my cell phone began lighting up… and for no reason! Upon closing the book, the lights went off. My son took the book, and my phone to see if it gave him the same result, but it only seemed to work for me. I tried it a few more times, and each time my phone lights would flicker until I closed the book. What was Lizzie trying to tell me?
I visited Cane Creek Church and cemetery on my next trip to Georgia and stopped to say hello to Lizzie. In the back of my mind, I was hoping for another sign, but nothing happened!
Previous Years A to Z April Challenges…
2016: A to Z Southern Foods and Memories… they said write what you know… and being a girl born in the South… well this was what I knew.
2017: A to Z Conversations with Mama… it was a somewhat easy one for me to write as I’d journaled our conversations for years… I researched favorite topics to write.
2018: A to Z All About Nancy Drew… this one has been my favorite topic so far, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come up with another one to equal it
2019: A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories… I felt it was time to finally write the favorites of my husbands family foods.
2020: A to Z Family Stories… writing the stories of my husband’s family.
2021: A to Z of Mama in Photos... blogging on my mother through photos and memories.
To read more 2022: A to Z April Challenge… click HERE.
Want to read more, then click… 2017: A to Z… All About Me!
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