It is the one place in town everyone knows. I guess you could say it was the town landmark. It was the old Anderson house up on the hill looking over the whole town. It has been there since the town was formed in 1894. The original family was Emma and William Anderson and they, like many in those days, lost young children to disease and were never the same.
Their first born was a boy, Charles, who only survived a matter of hours when he was born premature. Then their second child, a girl named Alexandra, died from pneumonia at an age of four. And their third and final child was a boy named John, who succumbed to tuberculosis at the age of seven. Each death tore them apart a little bit more so that by the time John died Emma was suffering greatly from depression and was briefly in a mental asylum to try to bring her back to reality.
William dealt better with the losses than Emma but was completely lost without her while she was institutionalized. She came home after electro-shock treatments only to find William in worse shape than she was. So, they hired a nurse to take care of both of them in the home. The night they both died in their sleep is now looked at with suspicious but then they just felt they died of broken hearts. The nurse was never seen again in town and was likely the cause of their deaths.
This was why most people avoided the house that sits there still in disrepair. They left the house to a cousin who had no interest in it and he never visited it until towards the end of his life. He left the house to his son who still owns the property but lives in a house in town.
The stories over the years about ghosts roaming the house and grounds looking for children kept most of them away. Anytime a driver got lost and drove through town for directions, they were always told to drive towards the house and take a right just past it. That is county road 16 and it will take them back to the interstate.
I want to thank you all for being here to read and comment on my blog. So, the best way to say thanks is through a mix of music… I found more songs with thank you than thanks but you may know a couple of these….
First up a little old time Johnny Cash
Now I really wanted to put ZZ Top in here but that was just (I) Thank You, so we will look for a little Rock from Fall Out Boy for a song from this century…
And a special one for a friend recovering from surgery who loves Frank…
And a little rythm and blues from Ray…
Thanks again for taking the time for my blog, I promise more writing and less music next time. Stay safe everyone! (((HUGS)))
She held the phone tightly and said, “I will meet you, but it has to be in public like at City Central Café. I am off at two o’clock, so how about two thirty?” She paused and you could see the tension growing in her posture. Her entire body was stiff and still. “Okay, see you then. Yeah, I know that.”
Jennifer hung up the phone and speaking out loud to no one, she said, “Sure you still love me. You just want to control me! God I have been such a fool!” She grabbed her bag, leaving for work.
Frannie and Lance were best friends. They had been inseparable since second grade. As they began to plan for classes for their senior year of high school they got together at the local Starbucks with all their paperwork to fill out. “What are you taking for a PE class?” Frannie asked.
“I am taking the easy way out, bowling.”
“I can’t believe that is an option. I’m thinking about modern dance.”
“You are always bopping to some kind of music, I think that is a great idea for you.”
“I just have to come up with a way to ask Mom about the fee, that won’t be easy.”
“Your mom is golden, she will get it for you.”
“I know that but it probably means more overtime for her and I hate when she has to work so much.”
“Do you want me to get you the money so you don’t have to ask her?”
“No, Lance you know I can’t take money from you. Do you remember what happened when Mom found out about it before? I was grounded for a week because she said we don’t take handouts.”
“I still don’t understand why helping you is so bad,”
“My Mom is a very proud person and she works damn hard to keep food on our table. Ever since Dad left she has been so determine to make it on her own. God knows that man wants nothing to do with us now, so she didn’t have much of a choice left. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle, so she is doing all she can to stay away from handouts.”
She sat next to her mom on the couch. Her mom was crocheting an afghan and she was holding the skein of yarn, pulling more out when needed. She liked to “help” her mom crochet. She could get underneath the afghan as it grew longer and make silly patterns with the yarn as she pulled it out. But she had to be careful not to get it tangled up, mom did not like that.
That memory was crystal clear this cold winter night. Sharon was missing the warmth of the afghan but not as much as she missed her mom.
I love to watch my daughter and her fiancé. Twenty-year-old’s in love. They have worked hard to get their new home put together the way they like it. My daughter just posted pictures of the two of them with a Home Sweet Home plaque, the keys to their new house and pictures of the before and after work on the hardwood floors and the painting of the walls. They both seem really happy and although they are not the kind of lovebirds that are constantly holding hands or cannot be apart for more than five minutes… they have a very mature love. Now lets just hope this Coronavirus is all out of our systems by January when they are planning on getting married…. If her dress, we ordered back in March ever gets here.
On a completely different note. I am sorry I got so behind. You see… my daughter bought me a video game (Animal Crossing) and I am hooked. Plus, I have spent the last three nights watching the peaceful protests deteriorate into riots and looting about 35 miles south of us. There has got to be justice. There has got to be CHANGE. So, I have been destressing with Animal Crossing and playing with a friend and it is so easy to lose track of the time. I just have not been on WordPress much the last few days. But I am trying to catch up. Slowly but surely, I will get it done.
Everyone out there stay safe… from the virus and the violence. We need to come together and support one another right now. Peace be with you! (((HUGS)))
It had been too early. She came into the world so small. She was only 5 pounds and 4 ounces. She was about 5 weeks ahead of schedule. Her mom had been released from the hospital, but it had been Stella’s first home for 3 weeks while she grew a little bit more.
Today was the day though. She would be coming home, and mom and dad couldn’t be happier. The nursery was ready and waiting. They had to finish it in the weeks after she was born while waiting for this moment. Dad was putting the car seat into the car while Mom was gathering the first clothes Stella would be wearing.
They arrived at the hospital and were so happy to be able to hold their daughter. The doctor and nurses talked to them about all they should know and filled out the discharge paperwork. This was it, finally, Mom, Dad and Stella all walked out of the hospital. A happy family on homecoming day!