I went home for a visit back in July of this year and heard the sad tale of a house that played a big part in the lives of a lot of my family. It’s not a large house or one that’s architecturally noteworthy. It’s just a regular old house built in 1910 in my little hometown of Morristown, Indiana. We’ve always called it “the green house” because it was a deep pea green for probably 30-40 years or longer, but someone in the last 30 panted the old shingle siding white.
When Tim was dying of cancer (I lived in Virginia at the time) he was stationed in Osoda, Michigan. However, during the duration of his treatments and his final death, he was at Dayton, Ohio, in the Wright Patterson Air Force Base Medical Center. I flew home to Indiana with my then five month-old son Dan and my five year-old daughter. I had gone to the hospital a lot with Mom & Dad and the rest of the family. On Tim’s final full day of life, he went into a coma. The nurses said it was a blessing and that he no longer felt pain.
Sitting Left: Deb’s Great Grandfather Edward; Sitting Right: Great Uncle Roy; Standing Left: Grandfather Roy; Standing Right: Grandmother Edith Continue reading
Almost everyone has a ghost story. If you don’t, then you’re not visiting the right places at the right times. I’ve had several experiences in my life that made me a believer of good and bad spirits roaming the earth. Continue reading