Good Day … From the Other Side

In my post “A Home So Full Of Life” I promised I would tell you further stories about this family and their home… 

So here we go!

This story begins on a day perhaps about a year, maybe a bit more, after the first story I told you. By this time, I was now teaching at a private school located at the same historic site where my friend and I had worked as Historical Interpreters and Educators. My friend was back to story telling full time. I invited her to come and do a story telling session for my students. After the session, I was helping my friend pack up her minivan and then I said goodbye. She still had a few more things to put in the van. As she bent down to get one of them, a lovely older woman stopped to chat with her. This lady was dressed in perfect 1830’s attire. My friend immediately thought she was a Historical Interpreter working at the site and was impressed with the effort put into the clothing she was wearing. They had a pleasant conversation about the weather and what a busy day it had been so far, when the lady said she must get back to work. My friend agreed and bent over to get the last object, her guitar, to put in the van. When she looked up the lady had completely vanished. My friend shook her head, thinking she must have taken longer to pick up the guitar than she thought, for it was a fairly long walk up hill to the home this lady would have been working in.

Meanwhile, inside the school in the main administration building for the museum, I was walking down the hallway to the washrooms with my class. The lights turned off and on in each section of the hallway as we walked. For me this was a normal occurrence. I have always unconsciously turned off street lights around me with my energy. I did not think anything further of it. 

The next day, which was a Saturday, my friend called to chat about what a lovely time she had wth my class. During our conversation, she asked me about the lady she had met in the parking lot. She wanted to know who the new Historical Interpreter was… My response was “What Interpreter?” . There were no school groups visiting that day, so the museum was not open and no Historical Interpreter were working…

On Monday I did double check with the museum staff and they confirmed that there were indeed no Historical Interpreter working that day… My friend still states to this day that she was a real as any person standing in front of her. And of course my friend is correct, she was real, she was just visiting from the other side.

Peace and Happiness 

Dagaz 💕 

Thank you to my friend Pauline Grondin, Story Teller, for allowing me to use her image and tell some of our adventures together.