This event occurred prior to my birth in 1976. It is not a first hand account, so I will just tell you what my mother told me. In the early 1970's, my parents bought a small house in Nebraska. It was their second or third house, I am not sure. When they moved in, there was a painting from the early 1900's hanging on the wall of the house. It was the only thing in the house, no furniture, no appliances, nothing. My mother told me that the portrait bared a striking resemblance to my father, but as if he were an old man. At the time, my father was in his early 30's. The painting made my mother understandably uneased.
My parents took the painting down and stored it in the basement. They lived in that house for a few years before deciding to move outside of town to an acreage. This was before I was born, and my oldest brothers were pre-teens. During the moving process, they discovered the painting that had been there when they first moved in. Neither of them really wanted the painting because it unnerved them both.
They decided to put the portrait back on the wall where they originally found it. They completed packing for the move and never gave it a second thought.
Once they arrived at their new acreage, they started to unpack and move into their new house (subsequently involved in one of my other stories). When they entered the house during the move, the portrait of the old engineer was hanging on the wall of their bedroom. They were quite vexed at this occurrence. They ended up taking the painting and storing it in the attic. It has been there ever since. I have never laid eyes on it and I dread the day that I do.
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