Since it’s Halloween tomorrow – thought I would reblog this post. It’s special to me because some “long lost” cousins found me through this original post and we have reconnected – even had a mini “reunion” with one cousin I haven’t seen in 48 years. Even though this may see like a creepy story – that house was a special place to us!
If you’ve read my earlier post, Grandma’s House – Gone But Not Forgotten, you may recall that I was reminiscing about my grandparents’ houses and all the rich memories I have of visiting and staying at their homes in eastern North Carolina when I was a boy. If you talk to my sister, she’ll tell you that some of those memories were a little blurry if not down-right made up from my overactive imagination, but suffice it to say we had a loving childhood with many hours spent with our grandparents on both sides of the family.
One thing’s for sure, however, a story our father told us recently about Grandma’s house won’t soon fade from either of our memories. We were in Littleton, NC, around a lunch table with my Dad, my sister and several of our cousins. We had gathered to take my Aunt Martha’s ashes up…
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