Ghosts @ MindSay

My grandmother was always a bit eccentric.  She was an amateur astrologist, read palms and would beat the word of God into you if you ever even thought of disrespecting the Lord.  Like a lot of old black people, she was a perfect mix of old paganism and hardcore Christianity.  Considering the fact that she was half Irish and half Haitian, what would you expect?  She always said she was sensitive to the "other side" and wouldn't hesitate to tell us if she felt the presence of a long since passed ancestor.  While growing up, these claims seemed perfectly normal to me and the rest of my cousins.

When my mother was 12 years old, my Granny, rented a two-story home in south Dallas.  It was an old house and according to Granny was at least 50 years old at the time.  My grandmother claimed the house was already occupied by three spirits when they moved in: an older man, a very lonely little girl and a bitter middle aged woman.  Other than my Granny, my aunt May and my uncle John also reported seeing these entities. My mother claims she never saw anything, but she did remember her sister and brother being freaked out by certain occurrences.

My grandmother said that the older male and the little girl never gave her the willies, but the middle aged woman gave off very negative vibes, especially when my grandmother was in the kitchen.  Granny told me about the time she was making cornbread in the kitchen. It was a Sunday, which was my Granny's favorite day of the week.  She recalled singing some church song and feeling quite happy while making the cornbread for dinner. Suddenly, she felt the temperature drop and she got a chill despite the fact that she had the oven on.  When she turned toward the refrigerator, she saw a tall, strong framed white woman dressed in old fashioned dress and bonnet glaring at her.  She said it was one of the meanest looks she's ever seen.  Granny immediately closed her eyes and started praying.  When she opened them again, the woman was gone.  Poor Granny said she could hardly finish dinner, she was so shaken up.

Another time my grandmother had a run-in with this spirit was when she was hanging laundry on the clothing line out in the backyard.   Granny claimed that it was one of those beautiful, clear days and the temperature was just right.  It was the perfect day to dry laundry outside she said.  As she busied herself hanging clothes, she sang a church hymn as usual. All of a sudden, she looked up and saw the woman staring at her from the other side of the clothing line.  My grandmother said the woman was so tall, that it seemed like the clothing line met the woman near her waist.  She really frightened my Granny, but Granny was determined not to let her know that she was afraid of her.  She said she stared right back at her and kept on singing (albeit slightly off-key at this point).  A gust of wind blew the clothes and when they settled back in place, the woman was gone.

The male ghost seemed to be more of a fatherly type figure.  He would appear wearing an old brown suit or he would make his presence known by the smell of pipe tobacco. My aunt May said that he would occasionally enter the room where she and my mother slept and sit on the bed.  When it first happened, my  aunt, who was six years older than my mother, made my mom get up and turn on the light.  When my mom asked why did she have to turn on the light, my aunt replied, "'Cuz you never see him!"  My mom says she remembers this incident, but she never saw or felt anything sit on the bed. 

Both my aunt and uncle said that the little girl entity would mostly be in my uncle's room and on the porch swing.  My uncle said that she would scare the crap out of him at first and he would sleep with the light on every night.  When he realized that she didn't do anything but sit in the corner by the window, he'd just go back to sleep. 

Granny didn't stay in the house long -- only about a year in a half because she got remarried and found a house to buy. She said after she moved out of the house no one ever saw those spirits again.

So what about you guys. Do ya'll have any family ghost tales?

 

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Fuck Cindy Sheehan in the left ear! That fascist bitch has left her son's grave "UN-MARKED" every since she buried him. Fucking Slut!  

 

 

Hello World!

OK, this is me *Pussy Patter* getting just a little bit "Political" on you here.

 

I went blog hopping and ran across a post that caught my attention.

 

While I'm not going to name them on here, I am going to give all of you guys two very good links that I found on their blog.

 

I think that everyone in the world who has ears and can hear, and lots of deaf people too, have heard about this dingbat woman = who is going crazy somewhere over in Texas right now, and is putting on a hell of a show for the "National News Media."

 

*saluts stars and stripes* Granted, her son was killed in Iraq recently *sends deepest sympathy to both parents*.

 

Now here comes the really strange part = Her, and her husband were "Both" given a "Face To Face" meeting with the prez., and everything was cool then.

 

Now she's out there jumping up and down, bouncing all around, and shouting shit about how the prez. won't talk to her!!

 

What the fuck kind of raggedy ass bull shit is that?? She's already gotten more than most other mothers, or fathers will ever get when they loose a son or daughter in a war.

 

As you may have noticed, I have not even included her name here = that's because I concider what she is doing as being kind of on the "Treasonous" and "Seditious" side of things.

 

Besides, if you look em all up you will find that her name has been called in excess of twenty-two thousand times *22,000* in just the past couple of weeks by the so called national news media = who act as though they are invoking the name of god himself every time they say her's.

 

That shit makes me want to fucking puke, and barff all over the place.

 

So much for all of that here are those links. Please feel free to check them out, "If you want to." The first one is a really cool web site, the second one is their email address for you to write to them.

 

I read it all and then wrote and ask them to "Kick Her Ass" for me = you can write and tell them what ever you want to.

 

To read what they have to say > www.moveamericaforward.org and to email them > info@MoveAmericaForward.Org < If I did those link things right.

 

Anyway let me know your thoughts on this subject, OK?

♥ Wendy

If you listen just right
You can almost hear it
A symphony of secrecy
Love and fear

We are all on it
Our very own races
Set out upon on the
Most dangerous of places
Through it all we were left
With a void in our chests

Sometime it seems the world
Is passing us
Faster than our eyes can adjust
I cant decide
If Im living
Or I am dying
So I test your love
I test your love
I test your love.

Ghostly image caught in gym.

And to think some people wouldn't be caught dead in a gym.