This has nothing to do with the kind of stories we have been telling, but interesting at least to me!! The other day I was out visiting my sister at the living center, she had to step down the hall for a minute, a little old lady went by the door in her wheelchair, I smiled at her and said Hello, she looked meanly at me and pointed her finger at me and said "YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!!" My sister said "Oh, that lady is evil, stay away from her." I told Mary that the lady sounded like she really meant it, but maybe I could out run that wheelchair! No older person I've known personally was like that lady, most of them were sweet little old people. I wonder what kind of life she had, or if that had anything to do with how she is now. Later, Nova

    I believe we have a good line, for what line would a careing line like us & even tell some good clean stories.   Wish we were all sitting around a good fire out side, telling  the stories.  That would really make me think of some I heard of when I was smaller.    Thanks for all the good stories.  Peggy

Janie, the cornbread pan in the fridge, sounds like something I might do these days! Thanks for sharing the story about your grandfather. I wonder if older people start "seeing" their loved ones just out missing them. Later Nova In a message dated 10/30/2011 8:02:32 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: I am afraid I am lacking a little in the story department. The only thing remotely unusual was my grandfather on my mother's side, Rufus Amzi Grantham, and his "sightings". He lived to be about 93 and in the last years of his life he would sit on the front porch of the house. It faced the road and driveway and on the corner of the driveway and road there was a utility pole. He talked all the time about seeing people (dead swirling around the pole. He would say their names and ask us to look and couldn't understand why we couldn't see them. He died about 1976 and he would see his sister, Lottie, who had been dead for years and describe what she was wearing. His son, Irby, died in the 1950's and he would see him. He declared they were real. Not an unusual story but someone, probably my aunt but she thought it was me, usually sent her a fruit cake before Christmas. Each year she would put it in the frig unopened until just before Christmas. One year she got the package out to open expecting a fruitcake and she had refrigerated a set of sheets. One day she was cooking dinner and making a pan of cornbread. When she opened the oven to get the bread out it was not there. She started looking for it and found it in the skillet, ready for the oven, in the refrigerator! Guess I better get busy. -----Original Message----- From: Jeannine K Smith Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 7:32 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] Peggy's stories I've been trying to keep my stories fairly close to Poplar Creek and Hebron but now it's time to wander a bit further afield. My maternal grandfather (Who married Claudie McClellan of Hebron) was from Aberdeen MS. His family had come there in the 1830's by wagon train with their neighbors, family and slaves from Laurens County SC. This family originated in Wales and it was always said they had 'second sight' that would appear randomly through the generations. My grandfather appeared to be so gifted. As a young man in Aberdeen he became engaged to a local girl, however their plans for marriage was interrupted by the entry of the US into WWI. Like so many men of his generation he enlisted in the navy and left home for the duration of the war. His ship sailed from the port of Roanoke Va and he made several trips across the Atlantic. On one of those trips he had the night watch and was standing on deck at his post. He noticed something out to sea that was drawing closer to the ship. He was startled to realize that it was someone walking across the Atlantic toward him. It was a woman, walking several feet above the water, on a level with the deck. She drew closer and closer until he realized he knew her...it was his fiance. He was troubled by this, wondered if he was losing his mind, had he gone to sleep on watch?? Just what was going on? When his ship returned to Roanoke there was a telegram waiting for him. His fiance had died of Spanish Flu the day he saw her walking the Atlantic. He had at least one otherworldly experience that I heard of. He and my grandmother had three children. The middle child, a daughter, had leukemia - a certain death sentence in the 1920's. They kept her close and when they had to go to the barn to milk would take her and her older brother with them to play in a sand pile just outside the barn door. The disease took it's toll and Marjorie died and was buried Christmas Eve in 1928. Sometime after that he began to see Marjory out playing in the sandpile by the barn in the late afternoon when he would be getting ready to go milk. Another interesting side note (to me anyway). My grandfather died in 1948, long before any of us were born. His youngest sister (he was the oldest child) lived to be within one month of her 100th birthday dying three years ago. My mother and sister went to see her every weekend the last year of her life. The last time they saw her they knew it would be the last time, that she would be gone before they came back the next weekend. My aunt became very agitated with my sister, almost angry. My sister asked what had she done, had she done something to make her mad. My aunt snorted and told her that she thought my sister ought to have the decency to at least turn around and say hello to her grandfather since he was standing behind her and my sister had never seen him. Jo said the hair stood up on the back of her head. She told Aunt Hope that she would love to say hello to him if she could see him and would Aunt tell him hello for her. This was the same grandfather as in the previous stories. Well, that's my contribution for the night. Sleep tight and don't let the 'hants get you! Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

That is great Jeanine, from stories like this that I heard as a child, I was never one to say "Oh Poppycock" when someone mentioned paranormal matters. I still can't say what I believe in exactly but I try to be very open minded. Thanks for the story! Nova In a message dated 10/30/2011 7:33:37 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: I've been trying to keep my stories fairly close to Poplar Creek and Hebron but now it's time to wander a bit further afield. My maternal grandfather (Who married Claudie McClellan of Hebron) was from Aberdeen MS. His family had come there in the 1830's by wagon train with their neighbors, family and slaves from Laurens County SC. This family originated in Wales and it was always said they had 'second sight' that would appear randomly through the generations. My grandfather appeared to be so gifted. As a young man in Aberdeen he became engaged to a local girl, however their plans for marriage was interrupted by the entry of the US into WWI. Like so many men of his generation he enlisted in the navy and left home for the duration of the war. His ship sailed from the port of Roanoke Va and he made several trips across the Atlantic. On one of those trips he had the night watch and was standing on deck at his post. He noticed something out to sea that was drawing closer to the ship. He was startled to realize that it was someone walking across the Atlantic toward him. It was a woman, walking several feet above the water, on a level with the deck. She drew closer and closer until he realized he knew her...it was his fiance. He was troubled by this, wondered if he was losing his mind, had he gone to sleep on watch?? Just what was going on? When his ship returned to Roanoke there was a telegram waiting for him. His fiance had died of Spanish Flu the day he saw her walking the Atlantic. He had at least one otherworldly experience that I heard of. He and my grandmother had three children. The middle child, a daughter, had leukemia - a certain death sentence in the 1920's. They kept her close and when they had to go to the barn to milk would take her and her older brother with them to play in a sand pile just outside the barn door. The disease took it's toll and Marjorie died and was buried Christmas Eve in 1928. Sometime after that he began to see Marjory out playing in the sandpile by the barn in the late afternoon when he would be getting ready to go milk. Another interesting side note (to me anyway). My grandfather died in 1948, long before any of us were born. His youngest sister (he was the oldest child) lived to be within one month of her 100th birthday dying three years ago. My mother and sister went to see her every weekend the last year of her life. The last time they saw her they knew it would be the last time, that she would be gone before they came back the next weekend. My aunt became very agitated with my sister, almost angry. My sister asked what had she done, had she done something to make her mad. My aunt snorted and told her that she thought my sister ought to have the decency to at least turn around and say hello to her grandfather since he was standing behind her and my sister had never seen him. Jo said the hair stood up on the back of her head. She told Aunt Hope that she would love to say hello to him if she could see him and would Aunt tell him hello for her. This was the same grandfather as in the previous stories. Well, that's my contribution for the night. Sleep tight and don't let the 'hants get you! Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Janie, glad you put your story on line.  It was interesting.   I do remember my mother in law seeing people or hearing them around our house.  I know her mind was bad, but we had her over  here  keeping her 1 week end.  WE were sitting on the carport & she saw 2 people in the peanut patch & wanted to know who they were.  I knew if I told her it wasn't any one it would make her upset, I just told her I didn't anyone.  Then she heard children playing out from the house.  I told her I couldn't hear.  She  always said the house on fire with the babies in the room.  The family would tell her the house wasn't on fire.  It happen even in other folks house also. ________________________________ From: Janie McNeer Palmertree <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 8:02 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] Peggy's stories I am afraid I am lacking a little in the story department.  The only thing remotely unusual was my grandfather on my mother's side, Rufus Amzi Grantham, and his "sightings".  He lived to be about 93 and in the last years of his life he would sit on the front porch of the house.  It faced the road and driveway and on the corner of the driveway and road there was a utility pole.  He talked all the time about seeing people (dead swirling around the pole.  He would say their names and ask us to look and couldn't understand why we couldn't see them.  He died about 1976 and he would see his sister, Lottie, who had been dead for years and describe what she was wearing.  His son, Irby, died in the 1950's and he would see him.  He declared they were real. Not an unusual story but someone, probably my aunt but she thought it was me, usually sent her a fruit cake before  Christmas.  Each year she would put it in the frig unopened until just before Christmas.  One year she got the package out to open expecting a fruitcake and she had refrigerated a set of sheets. One day she was cooking dinner and making a pan of cornbread.  When she opened the oven to get the bread out it was not there.  She started looking for it and found it in the skillet, ready for the oven, in the refrigerator! Guess I better get busy. -----Original Message----- From: Jeannine K Smith Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 7:32 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] Peggy's stories I've been trying to keep my stories fairly close to Poplar Creek and Hebron but now it's time to wander a bit further afield.  My maternal grandfather (Who married Claudie McClellan of Hebron) was from Aberdeen MS.  His family had come there in the 1830's by wagon train with their neighbors, family and slaves from Laurens County SC.  This family originated in Wales and it was always said they had 'second sight' that would appear randomly through the generations. My grandfather appeared to be so gifted. As a young man in Aberdeen he became engaged to a local girl, however their plans for marriage was interrupted by the entry of the US into WWI. Like so many men of his generation he enlisted in the navy and left home for the duration of the war.  His ship sailed from the port of Roanoke Va and he made several trips across the Atlantic.  On one of those trips he had the night watch and was standing on deck at his post.  He noticed something out to sea that was drawing closer to the ship.  He was startled to realize that it was someone walking across the Atlantic toward him.  It was a woman, walking several feet above the water, on a level with the deck.  She drew closer and closer until he realized he knew her...it was his fiance.  He was troubled by this, wondered if he was losing his mind, had he gone to sleep on watch?? Just what was going on? When his ship returned to Roanoke there was a telegram waiting for him. His fiance had died of Spanish Flu the day he saw her walking the Atlantic. He had at least one otherworldly experience that I heard of.  He and my grandmother had three children.  The middle child, a daughter, had leukemia - a certain death sentence in the 1920's.  They kept her close and when they had to go to the barn to milk would take her and her older brother with them to play in a sand pile just outside the barn door.  The disease took it's toll and Marjorie died and was buried Christmas Eve in 1928.  Sometime after that he began to see Marjory out playing in the sandpile by the  barn in the late afternoon when he would  be getting ready to go milk. Another interesting side note (to me anyway).  My grandfather died in 1948, long before any of us were born.  His youngest sister (he was the oldest child) lived to be within one month of her 100th birthday dying three years ago.  My mother and sister went to see her every weekend the last year of her life.  The last time they saw her they knew it would be the last time, that she would be gone before they came back the next weekend.  My aunt became very agitated with my sister, almost angry.  My sister asked what had she done, had she done something to make her mad. My aunt snorted and told her that she thought my sister ought to have the decency to at least turn around and say hello to her grandfather since he was standing behind her and my sister had never seen him.  Jo said the hair stood up on the back of her head.  She told Aunt Hope that she would love to say hello to him if she could see him and would Aunt tell him hello for  her.  This was the same grandfather as in the previous stories. Well, that's my contribution for the night.  Sleep tight and don't let the 'hants get you! Jeannine                       Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Nova, you should have told her, she was going to die also, for we all are. ________________________________ From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 9:57 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] different kind of story This has nothing to do with the kind of stories we have been telling, but  interesting at least to me!! The other day I was out visiting my sister at the living center, she had to step down the hall for a minute, a little old lady went by the door in her wheelchair, I smiled at her and said Hello, she looked meanly at me and pointed  her finger at me and said "YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!!" My sister said "Oh, that lady is evil, stay away from her."  I  told Mary that the lady sounded like she really meant it, but maybe I could  out run that wheelchair! No older person I've known personally was like that lady, most of them were sweet little old people. I wonder what kind of life she had, or if that had  anything to do with how she is now.  Later, Nova ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Janie just a thought have you checked your ink supply and the print head in your printer...... Ed -----Original Message----- From: Janie McNeer Palmertree Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 5:10 PM To: Peggy Palmertree ; [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer I finally used system restore and got the dashboard error off and now it works except when the paper goes thru it doesn't print! Now I remember that was the problem when I started working on it! -----Original Message----- From: Peggy Palmertree Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:29 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer Sorry I'm not a expert on the comp. or printer. I got some paper jammed a while back & then something popped up on the screen that there was a problem with the printer that it wouldn't be in English or even copy. But I looked at the copier & saw a small piece of paper, so I got it out, & not it works in English. Janie, if you have a small child or grandchild they could know more about the comp. than I do. Peggy ________________________________ From: Donna Griffin <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:12 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer My best advice is to call the manufacturer. I have spent so much time with mine, and am on my third printer, and now it is not working. I was just sitting here dreading calling them again. Good luck...... On Sun, Oct 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM, Janie McNeer Palmertree < [email protected]> wrote: > Who is the computer expert in this bunch. I am always having printer > problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”. I > need advice!! > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- Donna Kay Cross Griffin ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I think so and know I just put new cartridges in not long ago as it was acting "cranky" at the time. Seems like I tried to get printer head out and couldn't. I will try again. Have unplugged it and pluged it back.. -----Original Message----- From: Ed Brown Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 7:43 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer Janie just a thought have you checked your ink supply and the print head in your printer...... Ed -----Original Message----- From: Janie McNeer Palmertree Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 5:10 PM To: Peggy Palmertree ; [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer I finally used system restore and got the dashboard error off and now it works except when the paper goes thru it doesn't print! Now I remember that was the problem when I started working on it! -----Original Message----- From: Peggy Palmertree Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:29 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer Sorry I'm not a expert on the comp. or printer. I got some paper jammed a while back & then something popped up on the screen that there was a problem with the printer that it wouldn't be in English or even copy. But I looked at the copier & saw a small piece of paper, so I got it out, & not it works in English. Janie, if you have a small child or grandchild they could know more about the comp. than I do. Peggy ________________________________ From: Donna Griffin <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:12 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer My best advice is to call the manufacturer. I have spent so much time with mine, and am on my third printer, and now it is not working. I was just sitting here dreading calling them again. Good luck...... On Sun, Oct 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM, Janie McNeer Palmertree < [email protected]> wrote: > Who is the computer expert in this bunch. I am always having printer > problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”. I > need advice!! > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- Donna Kay Cross Griffin ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I am afraid I am lacking a little in the story department. The only thing remotely unusual was my grandfather on my mother's side, Rufus Amzi Grantham, and his "sightings". He lived to be about 93 and in the last years of his life he would sit on the front porch of the house. It faced the road and driveway and on the corner of the driveway and road there was a utility pole. He talked all the time about seeing people (dead swirling around the pole. He would say their names and ask us to look and couldn't understand why we couldn't see them. He died about 1976 and he would see his sister, Lottie, who had been dead for years and describe what she was wearing. His son, Irby, died in the 1950's and he would see him. He declared they were real. Not an unusual story but someone, probably my aunt but she thought it was me, usually sent her a fruit cake before Christmas. Each year she would put it in the frig unopened until just before Christmas. One year she got the package out to open expecting a fruitcake and she had refrigerated a set of sheets. One day she was cooking dinner and making a pan of cornbread. When she opened the oven to get the bread out it was not there. She started looking for it and found it in the skillet, ready for the oven, in the refrigerator! Guess I better get busy. -----Original Message----- From: Jeannine K Smith Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 7:32 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] Peggy's stories I've been trying to keep my stories fairly close to Poplar Creek and Hebron but now it's time to wander a bit further afield. My maternal grandfather (Who married Claudie McClellan of Hebron) was from Aberdeen MS. His family had come there in the 1830's by wagon train with their neighbors, family and slaves from Laurens County SC. This family originated in Wales and it was always said they had 'second sight' that would appear randomly through the generations. My grandfather appeared to be so gifted. As a young man in Aberdeen he became engaged to a local girl, however their plans for marriage was interrupted by the entry of the US into WWI. Like so many men of his generation he enlisted in the navy and left home for the duration of the war. His ship sailed from the port of Roanoke Va and he made several trips across the Atlantic. On one of those trips he had the night watch and was standing on deck at his post. He noticed something out to sea that was drawing closer to the ship. He was startled to realize that it was someone walking across the Atlantic toward him. It was a woman, walking several feet above the water, on a level with the deck. She drew closer and closer until he realized he knew her...it was his fiance. He was troubled by this, wondered if he was losing his mind, had he gone to sleep on watch?? Just what was going on? When his ship returned to Roanoke there was a telegram waiting for him. His fiance had died of Spanish Flu the day he saw her walking the Atlantic. He had at least one otherworldly experience that I heard of. He and my grandmother had three children. The middle child, a daughter, had leukemia - a certain death sentence in the 1920's. They kept her close and when they had to go to the barn to milk would take her and her older brother with them to play in a sand pile just outside the barn door. The disease took it's toll and Marjorie died and was buried Christmas Eve in 1928. Sometime after that he began to see Marjory out playing in the sandpile by the barn in the late afternoon when he would be getting ready to go milk. Another interesting side note (to me anyway). My grandfather died in 1948, long before any of us were born. His youngest sister (he was the oldest child) lived to be within one month of her 100th birthday dying three years ago. My mother and sister went to see her every weekend the last year of her life. The last time they saw her they knew it would be the last time, that she would be gone before they came back the next weekend. My aunt became very agitated with my sister, almost angry. My sister asked what had she done, had she done something to make her mad. My aunt snorted and told her that she thought my sister ought to have the decency to at least turn around and say hello to her grandfather since he was standing behind her and my sister had never seen him. Jo said the hair stood up on the back of her head. She told Aunt Hope that she would love to say hello to him if she could see him and would Aunt tell him hello for her. This was the same grandfather as in the previous stories. Well, that's my contribution for the night. Sleep tight and don't let the 'hants get you! Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I've been trying to keep my stories fairly close to Poplar Creek and Hebron but now it's time to wander a bit further afield. My maternal grandfather (Who married Claudie McClellan of Hebron) was from Aberdeen MS. His family had come there in the 1830's by wagon train with their neighbors, family and slaves from Laurens County SC. This family originated in Wales and it was always said they had 'second sight' that would appear randomly through the generations. My grandfather appeared to be so gifted. As a young man in Aberdeen he became engaged to a local girl, however their plans for marriage was interrupted by the entry of the US into WWI. Like so many men of his generation he enlisted in the navy and left home for the duration of the war. His ship sailed from the port of Roanoke Va and he made several trips across the Atlantic. On one of those trips he had the night watch and was standing on deck at his post. He noticed something out to sea that was drawing closer to the ship. He was startled to realize that it was someone walking across the Atlantic toward him. It was a woman, walking several feet above the water, on a level with the deck. She drew closer and closer until he realized he knew her...it was his fiance. He was troubled by this, wondered if he was losing his mind, had he gone to sleep on watch?? Just what was going on? When his ship returned to Roanoke there was a telegram waiting for him. His fiance had died of Spanish Flu the day he saw her walking the Atlantic. He had at least one otherworldly experience that I heard of. He and my grandmother had three children. The middle child, a daughter, had leukemia - a certain death sentence in the 1920's. They kept her close and when they had to go to the barn to milk would take her and her older brother with them to play in a sand pile just outside the barn door. The disease took it's toll and Marjorie died and was buried Christmas Eve in 1928. Sometime after that he began to see Marjory out playing in the sandpile by the barn in the late afternoon when he would be getting ready to go milk. Another interesting side note (to me anyway). My grandfather died in 1948, long before any of us were born. His youngest sister (he was the oldest child) lived to be within one month of her 100th birthday dying three years ago. My mother and sister went to see her every weekend the last year of her life. The last time they saw her they knew it would be the last time, that she would be gone before they came back the next weekend. My aunt became very agitated with my sister, almost angry. My sister asked what had she done, had she done something to make her mad. My aunt snorted and told her that she thought my sister ought to have the decency to at least turn around and say hello to her grandfather since he was standing behind her and my sister had never seen him. Jo said the hair stood up on the back of her head. She told Aunt Hope that she would love to say hello to him if she could see him and would Aunt tell him hello for her. This was the same grandfather as in the previous stories. Well, that's my contribution for the night. Sleep tight and don't let the 'hants get you! Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith

I finally used system restore and got the dashboard error off and now it works except when the paper goes thru it doesn't print! Now I remember that was the problem when I started working on it! -----Original Message----- From: Peggy Palmertree Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:29 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer Sorry I'm not a expert on the comp. or printer. I got some paper jammed a while back & then something popped up on the screen that there was a problem with the printer that it wouldn't be in English or even copy. But I looked at the copier & saw a small piece of paper, so I got it out, & not it works in English. Janie, if you have a small child or grandchild they could know more about the comp. than I do. Peggy ________________________________ From: Donna Griffin <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:12 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer My best advice is to call the manufacturer. I have spent so much time with mine, and am on my third printer, and now it is not working. I was just sitting here dreading calling them again. Good luck...... On Sun, Oct 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM, Janie McNeer Palmertree < [email protected]> wrote: > Who is the computer expert in this bunch. I am always having printer > problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”. I > need advice!! > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- Donna Kay Cross Griffin ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Peggy, I have heard them scream at night. I used to stay a lot in the summertime with my cousin, they lived down in the Arbuckle Mountains near the Turner Falls Area. South of Davis, Ok I-35. goes right through there now. We would lay in our beds and sometimes hear them, it was in the summertime and there were screens over the open windows. More and more people are seeing them around a pretty big area around here. Just down the street from us in the woods, I saw a young one laying on the side of the road, I think just stunned, and they are showing up on hunters cameras they leave in the woods. But last night Joe had gone to bed early to read and I was sitting here online, I thought I heard something that sounded like a big cat twice. Boy, that sound will put the fear in you really quick. Talk about Instant Full Alert. It took me about one second to be sitting straight and listening and then hearing the sound again. Of course I could imagine one on our front porch tearing the storm windows out and then the windows and coming right in to get me. ha I used to hear lots of coyotes every night either running from behind the house into the woods across the street from us. Some time it would sound so awful. I thought they must be killing something. I have seen rabbits so thought they were tearing one apart right out where I could hear it. I was telling my son-in-law who is the lifelong hunter and he said, "Ma, when you hear that, they are not killing anything." I said something else and he said "Trust me Ma, when you hear that, they Are Not Fighting," he was trying to avoid saying that they were getting it on. ha ha I was horrified! Sure didn't sound like fun to me. ha I have heard lots of things late at night out here, deer hooves clipping over the black top drive, that sounded cute, once when our front door was open about 9:30pm I heard a pack of hounds on the trail of something and could tell when they got confused and was just going around in one place confused. My Dad and friends were life long coon hunters and if we heard the sounds of hounds baying, everyone hushed and listened. I've heard lots of things but none as scary as last night when I heard those sounds. Years ago, when we moved out here, there was only one garage, it was across the driveway from our back porch, and it had no door at all. I heard those coyotes on every side of the house so often that when I got home after dark, that I would call Joe and have him come out on the back porch and then I would open the car door and walk to the porch. What was funny, but looked scary were a bunch of owls that lived in some trees near the driveway, when I turned off the road into our driveway after dark, lots and lots of times one of those owls would be sitting right in the middle of the driveway looking at me with those big old eyes, it was funny, but the first time it happened it looked so scary I didn't know what it was for a nano second! nothin' but a little ol' owl with big ol'eyes! I would have to honk to get it to move. Anyway, that's it for now! Nova OK I pass it back to you Peggy and Jeanine! In a message dated 10/30/2011 8:14:24 A.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: Well we can't get anyone to join us with our stories. Either they don't know any or we are making them scared with the ones we are telling. I'm enjoing you 2's stories. I need to get my nephew's address & send them to him. He & his wife are nurses & works at night 1 week & off 1 week. One of the weeks they were off, his son & wife was there from Hattiesburg & they were sitting on the pato around midnight. They begin to hear something barking behind the house. They thought it was calcotes. Sounded as if there was a fight going on, but then there was a scream like a woman. DD said "What was that?" Then DD & his wife Emily got up & left. I told Bobby that it was a panther. Bobby said about the time him & Denise got up to go inside, there was another scream across 84 hwy. Bobby said a stray dog had come there & had some puppies, & 1 day he went looking since he had don't seen the big dog, & found the puppies died with their heads bite off. He didn't know what would do that. Peggy

I am really enjoying our stories, but can hardly wait until someone else comes on line with their stories.  For the people who has lived in town all their life has miss some fun.  Sometimes I wish I lived closer to town but my place is paid for, so I won't be moving, unless it's back to Monticello.   Valerie says I will move in with her in Southaven.  No thank you, for it's about a foot to the next door neighbor.  I enjoy hearing the animals not gun shots.  Guess the reason the others on line must have lived a very quiet life.  At church last night some were talking about the coyotes.  Someone had cut the head off of a coyote & put on their fence post.  I think around the airport in Greenwood, all the wild life is come back since Ken has moved away.    Peggy ________________________________ From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:56 PM Subject: [PTREE] Big Cats Peggy, I have heard them scream at night. I used to stay a lot  in the summertime with my cousin, they lived down in the Arbuckle Mountains  near  the Turner Falls Area. South of Davis, Ok I-35.  goes right  through there now. We would lay in our beds and sometimes hear them, it was  in the summertime and there were screens over the open windows. More and more people are seeing them around a pretty big area  around here. Just down the street from us in the woods, I saw a young  one laying on the side of the road, I think just stunned, and they are  showing up on hunters cameras they leave in the woods. But last night Joe had gone to bed early to read and I was  sitting here online, I thought I heard something that sounded like a big  cat twice. Boy, that sound will put the fear in you really quick. Talk about Instant Full Alert. It took me about one  second to be sitting straight and listening and then hearing the sound again. Of  course I could imagine one on our front porch tearing the storm windows out and  then the windows and coming right in to get me.  ha I used to hear lots of coyotes every night either running from  behind the house into the woods across the street from us. Some time it would  sound so awful. I thought they must be killing something. I have seen rabbits so  thought they were tearing one apart right out where I could hear it.  I was  telling my son-in-law who is the lifelong hunter and he said,  "Ma, when  you hear that, they are not killing anything." I said something else and he said  "Trust me Ma, when you hear that, they Are Not Fighting," he was trying to avoid  saying that they were getting it on. ha ha    I was  horrified!    Sure didn't sound like fun to me.  ha I have heard lots of things late at night out here, deer  hooves clipping over the black top drive, that sounded cute, once when our  front door was open about 9:30pm I heard a pack of hounds on the trail of  something and could tell when they got confused and was just going around in one  place confused. My Dad and friends were life long coon hunters and if we heard  the sounds of hounds baying, everyone hushed and listened. I've heard lots of things but none as scary as last night when  I heard those sounds. Years ago, when we moved out here, there was only one  garage, it was across the driveway from our back porch, and it had no  door at all. I heard those coyotes on every side of the house so often that  when I got home after dark,  that I would call Joe and have him come out on  the back porch and then I would open the car door and walk to the  porch. What was funny, but looked scary were a bunch of owls that  lived in some trees near the driveway, when I turned off the road into our  driveway after dark, lots and lots of times one of those owls would be sitting  right in the middle of the driveway looking at me with those big old eyes,  it was funny, but the first time it happened it looked so scary I didn't know  what it was for a nano second! nothin' but a little ol' owl with big  ol'eyes! I would have to honk to get it to move. Anyway, that's it for now!    Nova      OK I pass it back to you Peggy and  Jeanine! In a message dated 10/30/2011 8:14:24 A.M. Central Daylight Time,  [email protected] writes: Well we can't get anyone to join us with our  stories.  Either they don't know any or we are making them scared with  the ones we are telling.  I'm enjoing you 2's stories.  I need to  get my nephew's address & send them to him.  He & his wife  are nurses & works at night 1 week & off 1 week.  One of the  weeks they were off, his son & wife was there from Hattiesburg & they  were sitting on the pato around midnight.  They begin to hear something  barking behind the house.  They thought it was calcotes. Sounded as if  there was a fight going on, but then there was a scream like a  woman.  DD said "What was that?"  Then DD & his wife Emily  got up & left.  I told Bobby that it was a panther.  Bobby said  about the time him & Denise got up to go inside, there was another scream  across 84 hwy.  Bobby said a stray dog had come there & had some  puppies, & 1 day he went looking since he had don't seen the big dog,  & found the puppies died with their heads bite off.  He didn't  know what would do that.      Peggy ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Who is the computer expert in this bunch. I am always having printer problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”. I need advice!!

My best advice is to call the manufacturer. I have spent so much time with mine, and am on my third printer, and now it is not working. I was just sitting here dreading calling them again. Good luck...... On Sun, Oct 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM, Janie McNeer Palmertree < [email protected]> wrote: > Who is the computer expert in this bunch. I am always having printer > problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”. I > need advice!! > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- Donna Kay Cross Griffin

Sorry I'm not a expert on the comp. or printer.   I got some paper jammed a while back & then something popped up on the screen that there was a problem with the printer that it wouldn't be in English or even copy.  But I looked at the copier & saw a small piece of paper, so I got it out, & not it works in English.  Janie, if you have a small child or grandchild they could know more about the comp. than I do.    Peggy ________________________________ From: Donna Griffin <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 2:12 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] computer My best advice is to call the manufacturer.  I have spent so much time with mine, and am on my third printer, and now it is not working.  I was just sitting here dreading calling them again.  Good luck...... On Sun, Oct 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM, Janie McNeer Palmertree < [email protected]> wrote: > Who is the computer expert in this bunch.  I am always having printer > problems and now when I try to go to printer is says “Dashboard Error”.  I > need advice!! > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- Donna Kay Cross Griffin ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Jeannine, that is a good one, sounds just like the kinds of things that happened in the little community where we lived back then. Just this afternoon while helping my sister Mary sort her photos (I take a small bunch and we sit in the living center dining room and sort them out for her and her two sons) We were laughing about a friend of hers and neighbors of for years, that would not go to school, her grandfather hid in the bushes on the side of the road and would rattle the bushes and trees, it would scare her to where she would keep up with my sister Mary all the way to school. I remember the family laughing about doing Mr. Graves doing that over the years. A few years ago, when we were taking turns staying with Mom in her apt,my son John had a co-worker who said he was from Wynnewood. It was that girl's son. He brought him to lunch and John just sat back and enjoyed hearing me, Mom and Layne reminisce about people and things in Wynnewood. Later, Nova . In a message dated 10/29/2011 5:01:10 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes:

Jeannine, if anyone in our community went sernading I didn't hear of it.  But I've heard about around Poplar Creek.  Even around Christmas time.  Duce Steen & a few went & Duce had a cherry bomb, so he lite it & throwed it & it went in the chimney & it made the brick or rocks went everywhere.  So that was the end of his Sernading.     ________________________________ From: Jeannine K Smith <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, October 29, 2011 4:57 PM Subject: Re: [PTREE] Peggy's stories Well I guess you, Nova and I will have to entertain ourselves telling stories.  Here is another Halloween happening. I'm sure most of you remember when serenading was all the rage with the young folks.  By my generation it had pretty much died out but occassionally, after the older folks had been telling tales, we would decide to try it ourselves. That is what happened one Halloween.  I was just barely old enough to be included in the church 'young people' and my brother was just barely too young to be included.  He was not happy about it at all so my mother told him to invite a neighbor boy, also a too much younger brother, to come stay with him while the rest of us went serenading.  She planed some special treats for them and was going to let them play and stay up past their bedtime, until we got  home. That worked pretty well for a little while until they started feeling sorry for themselves since they couldn't scare anyone.  They cooked up a plan to go across the dirt road and hide in the bushes, planning to jump out and scare any car that went by.  Now why they thought that would work I'll never know, as any car going back after dark was very rare and usually meant someone had died or was sick. Anyway, they gathered what they thought they needed, then bravely struck out aross the road to lie in wait. During all this Daddy was sitting quietly in his chair by the fire just listening to the boys talk.  After they had been outof the house about fifteen minutes he asked Mama, "Do we have an umbrella in the house?"  She told him that we did, after pointing out to him that it was a moonlight night and he didn't need the umbrella to go to the outhouse. Well he got the umbrella, a big baggy coat and old had, warned her to keep quiet and slipped out the back door.  In the moonlight he went behind the house and down the hill to the garden, then out to the Old Trace. Now growing up on the Old Trace...and I mean the OLD trace, not the paved road.  Anyway, by the house was the dirt Old Trace and the deep cut, overgrown REAL old trace.  We grew up knowing about Big Harp, Little Harp, the Mason Gang and other stories of blood, murder and mayhem that had taken place on that original Trace.  We were always just a little spooked by the Old Trace, even if it wasn't Halloween. Now Daddy started walking up that gravel Trace, dragging his feel in the gravel, making just enough noise to eventually notice.  He had raised the umbrella, put on the hat and hunched over, dragging one leg as he walked up the hill. He could hear the boys chattering away and making big brags about how they were going to scare the daylights out of anybody that drove by. He got closer and closer. They got quieter and quieter. After he made the turn on the road that went in front of the house (and between the boys and the house) there was absolute silence from the bushs. He kept coming, slowly, dragging that leg.  There was no sound, not even the sound of breathing coming from the bushes. Then, just as he got even with the boys he turned and started directly to them, walking into the ditch and heading up the bank. He said those bushes exploded with boys!  Arms, legs windmilling, them screaming for help every time their feet hit the ground.  He said the thought they jumped over his  head on their way to the house! When we got home we found that there had been more excitement at home than we had out roaming the community.  And we had a wonderful memory and story to tell for years after.                       Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Well I guess you, Nova and I will have to entertain ourselves telling stories. Here is another Halloween happening. I'm sure most of you remember when serenading was all the rage with the young folks. By my generation it had pretty much died out but occassionally, after the older folks had been telling tales, we would decide to try it ourselves. That is what happened one Halloween. I was just barely old enough to be included in the church 'young people' and my brother was just barely too young to be included. He was not happy about it at all so my mother told him to invite a neighbor boy, also a too much younger brother, to come stay with him while the rest of us went serenading. She planed some special treats for them and was going to let them play and stay up past their bedtime, until we got home. That worked pretty well for a little while until they started feeling sorry for themselves since they couldn't scare anyone. They cooked up a plan to go across the dirt road and hide in the bushes, planning to jump out and scare any car that went by. Now why they thought that would work I'll never know, as any car going back after dark was very rare and usually meant someone had died or was sick. Anyway, they gathered what they thought they needed, then bravely struck out aross the road to lie in wait. During all this Daddy was sitting quietly in his chair by the fire just listening to the boys talk. After they had been outof the house about fifteen minutes he asked Mama, "Do we have an umbrella in the house?" She told him that we did, after pointing out to him that it was a moonlight night and he didn't need the umbrella to go to the outhouse. Well he got the umbrella, a big baggy coat and old had, warned her to keep quiet and slipped out the back door. In the moonlight he went behind the house and down the hill to the garden, then out to the Old Trace. Now growing up on the Old Trace...and I mean the OLD trace, not the paved road. Anyway, by the house was the dirt Old Trace and the deep cut, overgrown REAL old trace. We grew up knowing about Big Harp, Little Harp, the Mason Gang and other stories of blood, murder and mayhem that had taken place on that original Trace. We were always just a little spooked by the Old Trace, even if it wasn't Halloween. Now Daddy started walking up that gravel Trace, dragging his feel in the gravel, making just enough noise to eventually notice. He had raised the umbrella, put on the hat and hunched over, dragging one leg as he walked up the hill. He could hear the boys chattering away and making big brags about how they were going to scare the daylights out of anybody that drove by. He got closer and closer. They got quieter and quieter. After he made the turn on the road that went in front of the house (and between the boys and the house) there was absolute silence from the bushs. He kept coming, slowly, dragging that leg. There was no sound, not even the sound of breathing coming from the bushes. Then, just as he got even with the boys he turned and started directly to them, walking into the ditch and heading up the bank. He said those bushes exploded with boys! Arms, legs windmilling, them screaming for help every time their feet hit the ground. He said the thought they jumped over his head on their way to the house! When we got home we found that there had been more excitement at home than we had out roaming the community. And we had a wonderful memory and story to tell for years after. Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith

Thanks Jeanine, I do have that option. Talk about flying over with your broom, I am getting a semi-costume ready for Monday Night. I volunteered to help pass out candy at the living center where my older sister lives, so trying for a cowgirl look. Got the hat, got the bandanna along with a flannel shirt and a light swede jacket that looks sort of western, I'll wear my jeans of course, I don't have western boots anymore. But this is enough for me. Later Nova In a message dated 10/29/2011 10:55:55 A.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: Nova you may need to use a 'Reply All' option. Check your e-mail page and see if that is an option. Peggy, fly on over and we'll have some fun. I take my broom and fly through my office on a regular basis. Have to keep my employees on their toes! Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith On Fri, 28 Oct 2011, [email protected] wrote: > Peggy, those are great stories. Wow. Now what made that shadow I want to > know. Interesting!! > > Peggy, when I hit reply to a msg from you on the Palmertree line, it just > goes to your home address. I just wondered why it did that. I have to copy > and paste the Palmertree line into the address area. Just wondering. Surely > that is not a Halloween Mystery is it? > > > . > > In a message dated 10/28/2011 3:49:55 P.M. Central Daylight Time, > [email protected] writes: > > > > > One of the stories Daddy told was when he was in his late teens or early > 20's, & he was walking home from Church. There is a hollow that is still > call the "Seven mile hollow" just west of the church. I don't remember which > house Grandpa & Grandma lived in. One was less than a mile from the > hollow & the other was maybe over a mile. But as he started up the west side > of the hollow, (full moon night) there was a big black cat shaping his > claws. He said he froze for awhile & wonder what he was going to do. But he > started on up the hill & the cat turned & went away. Daddy said it didn't > take long for him to get home. Daddy said it was a panther, & other folks > had seen it in diffent place or heard it going like a woman. > > I heard the story about this woman living near Fair River, in a house that > had the "dog trot hall". One of the neighbors got sick so the husband > went to see about them & left the wife & 1 real small child at home. The > woman had heard a sound like a woman screaming, so she made sure all the doors > were locked & windows closed. A little later there was a noise at the > door in the dog trott. What ever kind of cat it was started clawing on the > door. Finely the husband came home after dark & scared the cat away. > > Daddy like to scare us or make us bravier. This one night there was a > couple of other children there at the house & Daddy wanted us to go stand in > the driveway. The other 2 wouldn't go unless I went. Of course I had to > be the one in front. But we stood about half way between the house & 84 > highway, & we watch this shallow of a horse & buggy go by. The others beat > me back to the porch where Daddy & Mother was standing. I don't know what > it really was but I don't think Daddy could have made that shadow, with him > on the porch. > > Now who is next??? Peggy > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at > http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject > and the body of the message > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > ------------------------------- Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message