Ghosts?

Do you believe in GHOSTS? I will probably chuckle and never really answer that question. In my own way,in my own time, in my own words, if you listen carefully, there is an answer to that question...somewhere out THERE. My grandmother once told my sister that there was a room in her house that I refused to enter,as a baby. She said I would scream and yell until they took me out of that room. Of course I don't remember that but what I do remember is that, to me that room was always cold, even on the hottest of summer days...until the summer I turned 17.



That summer was just before my senior year in high school. It was a fairly typical summer except....my grandmother had been dead for a year and both my uncles...who lived at home with Grandpa and who were significant adults in my life were unknown to me...battling cancer. One rainy day....I was nosing around in the drawer of an antique dresser and a thought entered my mind....LOOK IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER! Finally I looked and there...was a significant stash of unused sewing fabrics. I flew through the house to the Chinese elm tree in the front yard...to ask my grandfather if I could have the fabric. "Of course," he answered, "your grandmother saved it for you."



Until that summer...my "school clothes" had consisted of four cotton blouses and two cotton skirts....for three years. My stepmother saw no necessity to spend my father's money on dressing his youngest child....and honestly...by this point in my life, I saw no necessity to spend any more than the minimum amount of time anywhere near her. The fabric was a godsend. That was the summer I sewed...using my grandmother's treadle machine and that school year...I ACTUALLY had some decent clothes that were NOT threadbare, Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice whispering.."You can take care of yourself!" That room never felt cold to me again.