Monday, October 31, 2011

Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long Legged Beasties

Today I'm sharing links to some spooky stories from the Tidewater area.

To read about a couple of stories told to me many years ago by my great-great-grandmother go here.

To read about Old House Woods, check out these various links:

*Background and stories from investigations
*Stories located on my ghost hunting blog

Here's a link about The Chesapeake Bay Monster

Miscellaneous ghost stuff:
The Ghost Blog
The Ghost Website (please keep in mind the website is being updated in the very near future)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Monday Meditation

"Remember George: no man is a failure who has friends." 
~It's a Wonderful Life 

Thursday, October 20, 2011


As you come into the lane at Jackson Acres, there's the remnants of what used to be an apple and peach orchard.  When I was a kid, my cousins and I would sometimes help ourselves to ripe peaches in the summer.  There's nothing better than biting into a sun warmed fuzzy peach and having the juice run down your chin.

My grandmother and aunt would ask how we managed to get peach juice on our clothes when we hadn't been home.  We would just shrug and say we "found" some.

When the apples began ripening, we could be found up in the trees snacking on those.
 During games of hide and seek, my favorite place to hide was the apple tree next to Mr. Ingram's garage.  I'd climb up in there and sit safe like I was in a green cocoon.  When the apples started coming in, sometimes I would snack on those while I waited to be found. 

I often wish I could be back up in that tree lounging, snacking on extremely tart, sour, unripe Granny Smith's.  The world was much simpler back then.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Magic of Baby Powder

Baby powder might seem like a strange topic for a blog, especially a blog that often rambles about the beach.  But I'm here to tell you, baby powder is the beach goer's friend. 
More so if the beach goer hates sand on their feet.

My mom read somewhere, or heard somewhere that if you sprinkle baby powder on your feet where the sand is, wait a minute then brush it off, it magically removes the sand.  Logically, it seemed as though it might work.  But because I'm not a fan of dry hands or feet, I thought the powder might not be so great.
So first, you add powder.  Lots of powder as demonstrated by the Brat Child. 
(He liked using a lot of powder).

Coat all the sandy areas with powder, wait a few seconds to a minute then brush off with a towel.
It was a miracle!  My feet were sand free, smooth and smelled good.

So when the weather get warm again and you're at the beach, make sure you pack your baby powder along with your meat tenderizer and suncreen.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Progression of a Conversation: Wild Turkey

While driving down our private lane...

Dad: Hey there's some wild turkeys over there!

Mom: There's some Wild Turkeys in the car I think.

Me: We have Wild Turkey??

Monday, October 17, 2011

Monday Meditation

River of Dreams

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin' for something
Something sacred i lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
I’m not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That is runnin' through the promised land 
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
~Billy Joel