My First Home

As Thanksgiving rolls around a lot of our thoughts turn to our families and recalling fond memories made with them. My husband and I recently moved to the town where my parents lived when I was born. The picture you see here is the home where my parents lived at the time of my birth, thus my first home.

My sister and I have set about to try and do some research on the property as there were a lot of weird things that took place when we lived there. My parents and siblings all swear the place was haunted. They have told stories that would make your hair stand on end. One Thanksgiving it seems my Maternal Grandmother was visiting and they were all sitting around the Dinner table. It was a warm day, warmer than usual that year and as they were about to eat my Grandmother noticed a little white haired boy pressing his face into the window glass of the door. When my parents got up to see if they could locate him, he was nowhere to be found! You might not think this was odd, but my brother that died was about the size of that little boy and he had blonde hair so blonde in fact that folks said it was almost white. We have often wondered if he came to visit for Thanksgiving! There were many other strange things that happened in that house, a lot of them if I told you, you might think I had lost my marbles. Never the less, we are going to do some research and if I turn up anything that backs up these claims I will be sure to post it here on this blog.