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charliesmumFor some reason my LJ went back to the other way of looking, with the tabs at the top instead of the side, and I can't seem to make it go back the way I had it. Weird. One of these days I'm really going to break down and get a paid account.
Although...the Secret Service would be able to trace me then, wouldn't they?
The thing that interests me about that story is not that the SS did what they did, that's their job, they can't be too careful, but that someone on LJ reported that person for saying whatever she said about Bush. I wonder if they honestly thought she was a threat, or they were just making trouble.
Anyway...on to the story.
This is about my mother, actually, one of the most pragmatic and down-to-earth people you'd ever want to meet; not given to fancy flights of imagination or anything like that.
First I need to give you a little background. When I was a little girl, my maternal grandparents lived in this house in Cherry Hill just a short drive away from the house I grew up in. They moved to Ocean City NJ when I was around 8 or so, and sold that house, which made me sad at the time, because I liked having them close, and I had actually lived there for awhile when we were between houses. My grandfater died when I was ten years old, and my grandmother died when I was fifteen.
When I was a sophmore in college, the house my grandparents had lived in was up for sale and my parents bought it. Oddly enough the people who lived in the house in the 12 years or so since they'd bought it from my grandparents didn't change anything. It had the same wallpaper, the same rugs, the same curtains. Weird. It was like stepping back in time.
But that's not the spooky story.
Years ago my mother was in her car, waiting to turn left onto the street to get to the house when she was rear ended by this kid and her car was pushed right into an oncoming bus. Unusually for my mother, she didn't have her seat belt on.
Aside from some sorness and a few bruises, she was fine. She'd been thrown to the floor of the car, and escaped from what could have been a really horrible accident relatively unscathed.
We were talking about it one day, and I made a comment about how you could see the house from where the accident happened (it was on the corner) and how maybe the spirits of my grandparents were watching out for her. I said it rather jokingly, knowing she didn't go in for all that stuff.
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, in a very serious voice, "Right when the car hit me, I saw my father's face."
Although...the Secret Service would be able to trace me then, wouldn't they?
The thing that interests me about that story is not that the SS did what they did, that's their job, they can't be too careful, but that someone on LJ reported that person for saying whatever she said about Bush. I wonder if they honestly thought she was a threat, or they were just making trouble.
Anyway...on to the story.
This is about my mother, actually, one of the most pragmatic and down-to-earth people you'd ever want to meet; not given to fancy flights of imagination or anything like that.
First I need to give you a little background. When I was a little girl, my maternal grandparents lived in this house in Cherry Hill just a short drive away from the house I grew up in. They moved to Ocean City NJ when I was around 8 or so, and sold that house, which made me sad at the time, because I liked having them close, and I had actually lived there for awhile when we were between houses. My grandfater died when I was ten years old, and my grandmother died when I was fifteen.
When I was a sophmore in college, the house my grandparents had lived in was up for sale and my parents bought it. Oddly enough the people who lived in the house in the 12 years or so since they'd bought it from my grandparents didn't change anything. It had the same wallpaper, the same rugs, the same curtains. Weird. It was like stepping back in time.
But that's not the spooky story.
Years ago my mother was in her car, waiting to turn left onto the street to get to the house when she was rear ended by this kid and her car was pushed right into an oncoming bus. Unusually for my mother, she didn't have her seat belt on.
Aside from some sorness and a few bruises, she was fine. She'd been thrown to the floor of the car, and escaped from what could have been a really horrible accident relatively unscathed.
We were talking about it one day, and I made a comment about how you could see the house from where the accident happened (it was on the corner) and how maybe the spirits of my grandparents were watching out for her. I said it rather jokingly, knowing she didn't go in for all that stuff.
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, in a very serious voice, "Right when the car hit me, I saw my father's face."
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on 2004-10-28 05:45 pm (UTC)If you don't leave an entry before Halloween, I hope that you and Charlie have fun! And you don't do what my mom did and sort through it and lable like half of the reeces cups as "dangerous" and eat them yourself. :)
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on 2004-10-28 07:26 pm (UTC)You have a nice Halloween, too!
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on 2004-10-29 05:06 pm (UTC)Thanks!