Comments for Edith's House: Page 1

Daz,

I believe you are right! My mother's aunt was completely distraught (my mother and grandmother were there at the time to be there for Edith. Most of my family comes from Dalton or the corresponding corner of Alabama and my grandmother was still living in Dalton in 1970); he must have been very determined to comfort her at that time.

Something he was able to do must have gotten through to Edith because she said that she knew he was around.

When you said: "not all can receive these types of paranormal interferences" it reminds me of something about my family that I was told of long ago:

When my grandmother (Edith's younger sister) was born, she had a very thin layer of skin covering her entire face; it was easily swept away. In the old days in the South (maybe elsewhere) they called such a thing a "veil". The superstition was that a person born with a veil was born with sight beyond natural ability. The veil was a sign that the person could see the truth in things without the aid of their eyes.

My grandmother's sister and brother were born without this and maybe that's why Edith couldn't see anything in a conventional way like my mother did. Maybe, my grandmother passed a kind of gift to my mother.

Thank you for your insight into my great uncle's actions! It makes me a little sad to think he was so desperate to comfort Edith. By all accounts, they loved each other very dearly.

Thank you, also, for reading my story!

* Unrelated Note:

I am going to check out more videos with Bruce Lipton, if you think that would be a good direction to go in; he resonated well with me. I also enjoyed the lecture of Leonard Susskind.

- Maria

Lealeigh

Yes, I had a couple of aunt Edith's in my family who had no concept of healthy height, weight relationship when it came to cooking up a meal for their guest.

It may be possible the dead uncle wanted your mother to tell her aunt he was OK based on this assumption. Our departed loved ones are always desperate enough to push message's through via any channels they see possible.

Smelling the flowers and her uncle looking down the hallway was probably a metaphor your great uncle was hoping your mother would interpret... Flowers are generally symbols of expressing love, smelling the flowers was a hint your great uncle manipulated the wave energy field to trigger the scent to a point it woke your mother up. He probably tried the same with Edith however not all can receive these types of paranormal interference's.

Your mother seeing him looking down the hallway, was most likely his way of translating they are for Edith... The window or... Mirror of time in this account was only brief, he probably knew in advance how your mother would react.

Regards Daz

Hello lady-glow!

Edith used to say that she felt his presence around the house. That is all she will say about it and usually diverts the conversation into the happy times when he was still alive.

His death came very suddenly during the night and it changed her emotionally (I know that, if I were Edith, I would have been devastated).

I think that the reason he is there is because anyone can see that her hoarding is closely related to her emotional state. If, for some reason, she were able to move on from his death, I think he wouldn't have felt the need to stay.

All three of Edith's children were by her first husband and that might be another reason that he stayed.

Her grand daughter who is two years younger than me has said that she hears foot steps that travel around the first floor every now and then when it is nighttime or quiet during the day.

I like to think that the real reason that her current husband lives in his own house is because the spirit of her first husband sees him for what he is and doesn't want him there. I could publish a quarterly newsletter on the "doings" of her current husband.

This will be going slightly off of the point: last September, I was standing there "admiring" a couch pillow that's shaped like a pineapple. After we left, I looked in the back seat of the car and the pineapple pillow was behind my seat on the floorboard. I called and he said: "That's one less thing that I have to look at."

We were already past Atlanta when I discovered it; she said that I could keep it.

Thank you for reading my story. I am very glad you enjoyed it and happy to have your thoughtful comments, as always.

- Maria

Hello Lealeigh.

I really enjoyed reading your experience though, I imagine, neither you nor your mother found anything enjoyable about these encounters with Edith's first husband. I wonder if he is worried about her hoarding.

The third husband sounds like and obnoxious old man, it's better for him to stay away at his own castle.

Do you know if Edith has seen her first husband or heard his footsteps?

Thanks for sharing this funny and well written story.

Melda,

Thank you for reading my story! Your suggestion about sleeping in the bathtub would have been better than what I did! I wish I would have thought of it.

I always thought that Edith's second husband built the addition so that he could have "his turf". Maybe, he saw or sensed her first husband; maybe, he sensed nothing but just felt creepy about sleeping in the bedroom where her first husband died.

It's clear to me too that hoarding was a reaction that she had in her grief. Her eldest daughter comes in there and tries to help with moving things out of the house but her mother feels like everything is either a "treasure" or is something that will be needed later.

You're not even joking about her current husband being absent. There are so many ways that's true. I don't mind saying it because he's actually pretty mean. He makes jokes at Edith's expense because she's almost deaf and he thinks he is getting away with it. Then, when he's tired of social interaction, he blasts the television so loud that there can't be any talking done by anyone.

Thank you for leaving such a thoughtful comment!

- Maria

Lealeigh - Your aunt seems to be a very interesting lady. She certainly has guts to marry again at the age of 85 😆.

Firstly, I can understand why your mom hid under the covers. She must have got the fright of her life and her legs probably wouldn't have carried her out of that room. Luckily I've never had the misfortune to see any ghostly faces throughout the years that I've been peering into mirrors. Seeing a ghost standing somewhere in a room I can handle but in a mirror? I honestly don't know how I'd react to that.

However we had a rather noisy mirror in the bathroom of my childhood home. We refer to it as the "singing mirror" although it didn't actually sing. It was on a chain above the washbasin and it used to sway from side to side and make a noise similar to the sound when you rub your finger round the top of a glass, that sort of "zinging" noise if you know what I mean. I always thought my dad (who passed away at the age of 46) was doing this to attract attention but it could have been one of a number of ghosts who haunted that house. After a while it actually didn't bother me much, I somehow brushed it off. I must say though, it scared the living daylights out of a few other people, including my mother.

Perhaps your aunt's first husband is looking after her. He might feel that he was meant to be her one and only and doesn't like the thought of being replaced, especially by an octogenarian who's more absent than present! (Sorry, that's a joke) Then again, it's also possible that her first husband decided that his replacement was doing a good job and he decided to bow out and hubby number two took over the vigil. Who knows for sure?

Perhaps Edith tends to hoard a bit because she finds it comforting to have things around her. She lost her first two husbands when they were relatively young and she must have been sad and lonely. It could also be the reason she married a third time, that feeling of having and belonging.

Sleep on an uncomfortable, decorative couch and being paid a visit by an unseen house guest? I might have settled myself in the bath with blankets and a pillow and prayed that nobody appeared in the mirror.

Thanks for an entertaining story 😊

Regards, Melda