I think that rootsweb is perking again so will do a catch-up. First - you can now check out the puzzler for the week; the URL is in my signature line. Please bookmark this site! If you're in the Greensburg area Saturday, please stop by at the Green County Book fair; posts have been made to the list reference times and locations. I'd like to meet you there! I might be wearing sunglasses all day; working off an infection in both of my eyes from a bacterial infection (not contagious!) and my eyes look like "two burnt holes in a rug" as my late father used to say! I will be bringing the following books: 1840 Barren Co Census, 1850Annotated Barren Co Census, Blood Runs in the Barrens Murders, Christopher Tompkins Minute Book, Barren Co Churches 1799-1900s, Circuit Court Records Vol 9, Circuit Court Records Vol 10, Civil War (Jimmy Simmons), Deed Books C, D & E Barren Co , Edwards Family Biography, Edmonson Co Unrecorded & Updated Cemeteries, Glimpses from the Past (Simmons), Guide for KY Researching Vol 10, Hart Co Birth Records, Hart Co Death Records, Marriage Index, Female, Barren Co, Marriage Index, Male 1799-1932, Metcalfe Co Vital Statistics, Revised, Mt. Pisgah Baptist Church Vol 2., Near Elko (Edmonson Co), Old Kentucky Talk Audio and books, Robert Stockton Papers, Tax Records Barren Co 1810-1813, Unrecorded Barren Co Burials - (City, out of county, cremations), Unrecorded Cemeteries & Burials County (Martha Harrison), and Wheels of Time (grist mills). Now - for my final spooky story for the season: Somewhere - it could have been in Barren County or around here - there was an eery old house. Strange noises were heard often in the middle of the night and the owner of the house had a difficult time of renting the house. No one wanted to stay in this desolate creaky, supposedly haunted, old house. Finally, a family moved in, laughing at the stories of strange happenings here. But ... at the stroke of midnight on October 28th, the telephone rang downstairs. The husband, being rather of the lazy sort, sent his son downstairs to answer the phone. After the sound of footsteps going down the creaky stairs and hearing a "Hello?", there was total silence for a moment and then a blood-curdling scream. The family raced downstairs to find the son laying in the middle of the floor, telephone in hand, and quite dead. And then ... at the stroke of midnight on October 29th, the telephone again rang downstairs. The husband, again too lazy to get up on a cold night, send his daughter downstairs to answer the phone. After the sound of footsteps going down the creaky stairs and hearing a 'Hello?", there was total silence for a moment and then a blood-curdling scream. The family raced downstairs to find the daughter laying in the middle of the floor, telephone in hand, and quite dead. And then ... at the stroke of midnight on October 30th, that dreaded telephone again rang downstairs. The husband, this time more than concerned, and being a natural born coward, sent his wife downstairs to answer the phone, assuring her that all would be well. After the sound of footsteps going down the creaky stairs and hearing a 'Hello?", there was total silence for a moment and then a blood-curdling scream. The husband raced downstairs to find his wife laying in the middle of the floor, telephone in hand, and quite dead. And then ... it was Halloween, October 31st. The husband was huddled under the bedclothes, even his head was under the blankets to block out any strange sounds. And yes, at the stroke of midnight, the telephone started ringing downstairs. He could not help but hear the loud sound and finally, after many rings, decided he had to answer the phone. Shakily he tip toed down the stairs and into the kitchen where the telephone continued it's incessant ringing. Just as he reached for the phone he saw something in the corner. The room was dark; the moonshine temporarily blacked out by a large cloud. But he knew he saw "something." When the cloud passed, he saw something slowly emerging from the shadows. It was a ..... Walking coffin. That coffin was heading right towards him, one small and clumsy step at a time. The husband was scared, he was trapped; he could not reach the stairs. The phone continued ringing, jarring his nerves to the breaking point while that coffin inched its way towards him. All of a sudden, he knew what he MUST do. He reached his hand into his robe's pocket and grabbed onto a ...... where is it? .... there ... a COUGH DROP! He rapidly took off the wrapper and popped the cough drop into his mouth. The coffin DISAPPEARED! What? Why? He knew it was stop that awful coughin'! Happy Halloween, Sandi SCKY Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=south-central-kentucky Barren Co Archives: http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/index?list=kybarren Sandi's Puzzlers: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~gensoup/gorin/puz.html