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.
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