X-post: Two more in the fold…

Draco (Carrie, my youngest daughter, for the non-pagans that know us) informed me tonight that there are two new guests in our house. Twin girls, between 5-7 years old, probably from the late 1800s, from the description of their clothing; long dresses, one blue, one pink, and ruffled sleep-caps.

What interested me is that Draco said the dogs moved out of the way when one of the twins opened the door to let the other one in. The one that came in jumped up on the step to the living room, went around the table, and disappeared just before she reached the kitchen. This gives me pause – the dogs moved, and the little girl went around the table. That suggests an intelligent haunt, yet they made no notice of Draco.

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Two more in the fold…

Draco (Carrie, my youngest daughter, for the non-pagans that know us) informed me tonight that there are two new guests in our house. Twin girls, between 5-7 years old, probably from the late 1800s, from the description of their clothing; long dresses, one blue, one pink, and ruffled sleep-caps.

What interested me is that Draco said the dogs moved out of the way when one of the twins opened the door to let the other one in. The one that came in jumped up on the step to the living room, went around the table, and disappeared just before she reached the kitchen. This gives me pause – the dogs moved, and the little girl went around the table. That suggests an intelligent haunt, yet they made no notice of Draco.

Draco says they were practically solid, very full-form. The door didn’t actually open, but there was the appearance of opening. It also happened around the same time as the door actually opening (both Draco and I were witness to that) several weeks ago. Our door doesn’t just pop open – it latches well.
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Nature vs. Nurture

I’ve come to believe I was raised very much by nature and nurture, mom having left me to nature (ie: my own devices) or to nurture (ie: my grandparents). Gran tried her hardest to get me to behave like a lady, which believe it or not I can actually do when absolutely necessary.

Afterwards I come home, eat beans from the can (and you know what that leads to), drink from the bottle and swear like a sailor whose leave has just been cancelled.

My mother was a firm believer in absent parenting. My grandparents, on the other hand, were not. Mom didn’t seem to care how or where I presented myself, so long as she wasn’t embarrassed by my presence.

My grandparents, aunts & uncles, not so much.
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