The shadow in the light

The lawn
Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return
Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn,
The sad intangible who grieve and yearn. ~ T.S. ELIOT, To Walter de la Mare

This week the Wednesday Word-Prompt on our Weekly Prompts site is Eerie.

GC spotted something unusual and eerie on the snowy lawn outside his patio door, and before long, the idea for our prompt was born. Check it out.

I had a little difficulty in writing a post that was both seasonal and eerie, therefore my own response to the prompt has focused upon the word itself.

I give you a little eerie story.

The beautiful wall plaque shown here has always been a part of my life. I have no idea of the exact age, though at a guess I would say it’s well over a hundred years old.

Originally,  this plaque would have been inserted into either a wooden or metal frame, but in my lifetime it has always been as you see below.

The lady and the lamp

Do you like the plaque, is there anything about it you find eerie?

A little History – My father was a widower when he married my mother, he was twenty years older and had a young son, Victor.

Victor died when still in his mid-fifties, and my father who was broken by the loss of Vic died a year later at the age of eighty-seven.

One day my sister-in-law and I visited my mum at the same time. While mum was in the kitchen making tea, my sister-in-law looked at the wall plaque and remarked, “You do know this plaque belonged to Vic’s mother and by rights, it should pass to my children!”

Later, I asked my mum if the plaque had once belonged to Victor’s mother. She replied, “It came from Beatrice and Norman’s (my dad) original home, so I’d say it belonged to both of them.”  I have often wondered about that. Perhaps it was Beatrice’s own, and maybe inherited from her parents.

When mum reached her eighties and developed lung disease, she gave up her independence and moved in with us. Some of her furnishings came with her, including the wall plaque.

My sister-in-law never mentioned the plaque again, but after she died, I talked about it to my niece. “I’ve never liked that plaque, it’s eerie,” was her prompt reply!

The plaque now hangs on my kitchen wall near the fireplace, and I love it as much as I always did. When I look at it, as I often do, it serves as a trigger and brings to life memories of my parents, my brothers, my early childhood, and those first christmases in my childhood home.

My eldest granddaughter (Victoria’s daughter) has never liked the plaque and when she moved here five years ago, at the age of eight, she was frightened of it.

It’s also had an effect on two of the other grandchildren but not the effect I expected. Sophie’s youngest child, Evie, has on a couple of occasions, been the cause of a ghostly shiver up and down our spines.

As a baby, crawling around on the floor, she would crawl towards the wall and sit there staring at the plaque, Lizzy’s William occasionally did the same. However, Evie did something extra, sometimes she would stop whatever she was doing, almost as though she’d been beckoned, and would look over her shoulder, and smile at the plaque. That was very eerie!

So what do you think, is there a ghostly presence hovering over and within my lady with the lamp?

© SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. Word Prompt Eerie from Weekly Prompts

18 thoughts on “The shadow in the light

  1. Sophie

    I love the plate lady! I’ve never thought of it as spooky. Like for you Mum, it serves as a lovely childhood memory trigger. I think the kids just wonder who that woman is, smiling down from the wall!

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  2. gc

    My vision is not that great but it seems to me that the candle is floating in the air and that the lady in the photo is NOT holding it in her hands or fingers. That is eerie Susan. It is a lovely plate and filled with family history. I think children in their innocence can detect the unusual in life. Great and haunting article. 🙂

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    1. How odd you should mention her hand not holding the candle. I noticed that for the first time today, but only when looking at the photograph!
      Something else I now realise, and also for the first time, is that my lady is a very young woman. I always thought of her as being older. Obviously, I have aged and she has not! Thank you so much for your insightful and observational comments. 🙂

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    1. You could be right love, perhaps we should look deeper into her eyes and do a little soul searching! I’m so pleased you enjoyed my article, thank you 🙂

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  3. gc

    Reblogged this on THE MAIN AISLE (c) 2018 and commented:
    The photo contained in this blog article challenges your observational skills. My partner Susan’s article is worth the read. Examine the picture and draw your own conclusion. – gc

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  4. Going by the girls hair style, and her face, which appears to be lightly made up; I’d have thought that it would date in the 1930s, and made to appear 19th century, the bonnet doesn’t look that authentic to me. It’s quite a pretty little plaque, I like it!.

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    1. Dad and Beatrice were married towards the end of the 1920s, so that would make it likely that the plaque belonged to both of them and not just Beatrice. Now I feel entitled to it, not that anyone else wants it! Thank you Brian I’m glad you told me that.

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      1. It is rather a nice plaque and I’m glad no one wants it; saves a lot of arguments.
        Is there no name of the makers hidden on it? Front or back? Seems strange if there’s not, could have been a small/mass produced item, which doesn’t detract from it at all.

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