Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Once I Was A Ghost
I love it when I read someone's blog and it brings back a memory to me. I was reading a blog about ghost just now and this is what I remembered. When I was a little girl about eight or ten we had a neighbor who was very much afraid to stay alone at night. Her husband being a truck driver had to be away when he had been at home at night. She ask my mama if I could stay with her at night, not that I would be much help. Just someone else in the house. In that day and time my mama made a lot of our clothes. My night gowns were long and made from white flour sacks. The first night I stayed with Polly she awoke in the middle of the night to see me standing in the doorway with my long white night gown and she thought I was a ghost. She didn't seem as anxious for me to stay the night with her after that.