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