Show Some Respect!
Show Some Respect!
Amanda and I were sitting in bed last night watching TV when a commercial for America Unearthed came on. We began talking about Scott Wolter, the star of the show, when Amanda attempted to state his profession. However, Scott is not a lowly gorensic feologist as she might have everyone to believe, but a highly respected forensic geologist. ~ Trabue Gentry
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Stop, Look and…Well, Just Look!
Amanda and I were sitting at a stop light and I guess my mind was wandering so Amanda alerted me to the fact that the light had changed by informing me that “The griht’s leen.” ~ Trabue Gentry
The Nightly Visitor
(Circa 1984-6) I've always liked being the last one to bed. I love the quiet and solitude.
One night I was reading in bed with both my then girlfriend and our son slept but I sensed a presence…someone looking at me. I turned my eyes to the bedroom door and there, standing in the doorway, was a little girl about 12 years old. She had banana curls and was dressed in a Victorian style pinafore w a rag doll clutched under one arm…a proper little lady. She was not solid in form and without moving her lips or making any audible sound she spoke to me and I to her. Telepathy I suppose. She was completely benevolent and we enjoyed each other’s company. Then after about 15 minutes she just disappeared into sparkles.
She visited me every night from the doorway for perhaps a month or so and then never returned. I have no idea who she was but I miss her. She was so cute the way she hung on to that little rag doll. ~ Trabue Gentry
Watch Out For Low Flying Objects
(Circa 1984-6) My then girlfriend had a lot of poltergeist experiences and not just in the house either. Often she would be walking down the isle of a store and all the items on the selves that she passed by would violently fly off the selves after her in a cascading fashion. I’m not talking about a few items. I’m talking about everything on the shelves, all landing on the floor in a mangled heap. A few times she would be hit by objects that seemed to throw themselves at her as she passed. One time she was completely buried in a pile of picture frames. ~ Trabue Gentry
