From the Kitchen
Nov. 8, 2010 9:18 pm
Updated: Nov. 9, 2010 7:10 pm
Our home was built from the ground up, brick by brick, in 1950, and was one of what these days are called "model homes." The neighborhood was new, however Phoenix was spreading out. Being a display home, as near as I've been able to figure out, had a
"guest room and screened porch" to the back of the property, probably seperated from the house by a breezeway, if the walkway was covered at all. By the time we bought, the screen porch, breezeway, and even the carport, had been enclosed creating a home 1900+sq.ft.
rather than the original 1000 or less! The kitchen at some point may have opened into the living room, which is very large, considering the era. Had it been, the opening had been covered over, but still had two entry ways into the kitchen, perhaps one where
a window used to look into the carport (now dining room.) We moved in late March, of 1995.
I immediately placed a small table and two chairs in the kitchen, and even when my rattling of pots and pans was long done, would sit at the table, and watch the "idiot box" placed atop the frige.
Our neighbor to the west, Bud, had bought his property new, and had lived there long enough to raise two daughters, and bury his wife, who as time would tell, had had a passion for gardening.
It wasn't long after we got settled, that I began seeing shadows, late at night, when the lights were low, and the house was mostly quiet... Now, we've had minimum two large dogs at a time, all afghan hounds (until our greyhound, Razzle.) As I sat at night,
looking toward the tv, from the corner of my eye, I began seeing movement in the hall beyond the kitchen, slightly off to the left of my line of sight. At first, I told myself that it must be a dog, but as this continued to happen, I began paying a little
more attention to detail... The shadow I would catch was at least 5ft tall... no sign of a doggie anywhere! These "shadows" ALWAYS moved from right to left, down the same hall area I call the "pantry hall," due to it's cupboards. Odd, I thought to myself,
never left to right, and this shadow would some nights pass by a number of times...
Long after I had decided that we had a ghost, friendly as it may have been, a friend was over late one weekend night/morning. As usual, we sat at the table in the kitchen to chat... IN the middle of a converstation, she asked, "do you hear it?" What? "The
party in the dining room..." Add this to my friendly "ghost," and I will admit that I got a little "hinkey" if that's even a word... My friend continued to describe a group of ladies and gents, men with top hats and walking sticks, the ladies in floor length
dresses, with bonnets tied under the chin with ties. After D described the guests, she said that they were my family, and they wanted me to know how proud they were of me! Okay, so here comes the family history, for those who aren't familiar! Mom was born
in England, and raised with 5 siblings, in a two bedroom row house. I can only surmise that my grand parents were somewhat of the "Victorian" mind set, and thus presumed that the "family" described to me, must be ancesters from that side of the family. Still,
the shadow would pass, right to left, down the hall.
It took a while for me to shake the creepy feelings involved, and for quite a long time, I could not look into the dining room late at night, without wondering... "are they back?" And the shadow would pass down the hall...
Now enter Tom, who bought Bud's house, retired, and loving to garden. He maintained one of the most beautiful front yards in the entire neighborhood all year long. For some reason, as we had coffee one morning I mentioned our friendly ghost, and the report
of the party that long ago night. He told me that was interesting, as often when watering his back yard, he would feel someone watching, finally determining that it was Bud's wife, watching to ensure the tlc of her back yard she had so many years ago. He
shared with me that one morning, feeling "her" near, he told her that it was fine, he would continue to tend to her yard, as she still would if she was there... Weeks later, he claimed that he must have put her at ease, as she had not been in the yard in
some time. And the shadow passed down the hall...
I don't believe I ever spoke to our visitor, perhaps it was my relatives at some point, but the shadow ceased to pass by... I guessed that he/she had decided that we did care for the house, and would take care of it as best we could, as long as we were here...
I wonder what that spirit thinks about all of the remodelling of recent years... must be a positive reaction, or I dare say, that the shadow would return, and pass down the hall...