A friend of ours took a picture of our old homestead in SE Texas. (Thanks, Bob!)
Our old house has been demolished. The man who bought our property promised to build his wife a mansion.
I was sad for only a split second. Had we stayed we would’ve demolished it too and built a newer, bigger house. But I won’t miss the high humidity and constant rain. Lumberton is semi-tropical. While it’s great for growing almost anything, the mosquitoes can drive you mad.
It was our first real homestead. 5.25 acres of 100 foot pines, and brush so thick I once got lost. We raised chickens, ducks, rabbits, pigs, rheas, and emus. Our dogs grew old and died there. A big chunk of our youth was there too.
Oddly enough, this is the second house we’ve owned that was demolished by the new owner. The other house that was demolished was a true shame. It was built in the early 1900s by an old sea captain.
It was a great house, complete with resident ghosts. Although I had never seen the ghosts, one of them was definitely feminine. She kept me company for all the years we lived there.
Many times when I’d be looking for a specific spoon or ingredient, I’d turn around and there it would be on the counter. I wasn’t as addled as I am now, so I know I didn’t put it there. 🙂
Another time I had raced down the stairs and slipped. Something held me up under my armpits until my feet could regain their footing. She was always looking after me.
She was a kind ghost, though there was a less pleasant ghost upstairs. I never liked being up there alone. I could feel it press down on me. Unlike the first floor ghost, this one didn’t like company.
My art studio was on the second floor. Now that I think back on it, I painted some very dark themes during those years. Hmm…I never made the connection until now.
I often wondered what happened to my ghosts when the house was torn down. I’ll never know now.
Let’s have a show of hands. How many homes have you lived in as an adult? Ever had a ghost in any of them?