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The Ghost Next Door…

June 27, 2016
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graveyard

Image: Upper Bucklebury graveyard (A favorite place for me – but that is another story!)

As promised I am sharing some personal encounters in regard to ghosts, reincarnation etc. This event happened when I was approximately 10 years old. We lived in a small village in England called Upper Bucklebury. There was only one store beside the gas station, it serviced the community and was a hub for meeting neighbors as well as providing essentials.

(***This village is now world famous due to Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge, once living here)

Like all of my friends at that time, we rode bicycles everywhere and the easiest way to find your child, as a parent, was to walk down the road and find the pile of bicycles on the lawn of a house. The housing estate was fairly new so the residents were mainly younger couples and their children and we became a firm community within the village as a whole. Clothing swaps, coffee mornings, and feeding and bathing whichever children were present at that time of day was usual. I’m sure now-a-days this practice would herald an immediate police presence! We did not think it strange to bathe with our friends in a row in the various baths and then go home for bedtime. Anyway I digress.

We had an elderly lady living in the older home beside our house. It was a run down property with a huge plot of land mainly filled with an old apple orchard and collapsing sheds at the back. The lady, Mrs. Vallece (unsure of the spelling) lived with a multitude of cats, her only companions. My mother would make extra food for our meals a couple of times a week and send myself or one of my siblings to deliver to her. We thought she mainly survived on cat food. She was a kindly lady and enjoyed the interaction with us. Her favorite spot was at the front window watching the world go by. So it was natural to wave to her if we rode past.

On this particular morning, my mother asked me to go to the store and buy something. I jumped onto my bicycle and set off. Mrs. Vallece was at her usual spot and I waved and she waved back. I did not think anything of this. With the item purchased I rode back home and glanced at the front window once again but Mrs. Vallece was not there. Again nothing unusual in that. Once in the kitchen I told my mother Mrs Vallece was waving and would we be taking a meal around for her. My mother looked at me with a strange look on her face.

“You waved to Mrs. Vallece? Are you sure?”

“Yes of course she was at the window like always.”

“Well, actually she couldn’t have been there sweetheart. She died five weeks ago.”

I cannot remember the rest of the conversation but I am sure my mother would have taken the time to explain what might have happened. To this day I am absolutely positive I saw Mrs. Vallece. Maybe it was her way of saying goodbye because I never saw her again.

Have you seen a ghost?

Did you see something that you cannot explain?

 

 

 

My Past Homes…

April 21, 2013
mandyevebarnett


ChurchHamlet – definition: a small village

As a child I grew up in a village called Upper Bucklebury and yes it is part of the collection of hamlet’s called Bucklebury, where the Duchess of Cambridge lived. The house we moved into was in a new development and I can remember playing in the construction sites (not something children do now a days!) as the other homes were being built. Eventually young families moved in, giving us lots of friends to play with. With a forestry commission tree planation at the bottom of the road and common land to play in, which was not far on our bikes, we were very happy. This beautiful church was actually in Bucklebury village down the hill from where I lived.

PubThis pub was along the road from my old house. I have visited the village in recent years unfortunately it has been built up with fancy houses, which is a real shame. I will always picture the village as it was in my childhood though. Hours playing in the woods and racing bikes and go-carts down the hill.

Sign

Before coming to Canada I lived in another delightful village called Vernham Dean. With a small village school, a pub and a small shop we were surrounded by fields. The school had a massive upgrade, which was sorely needed. Here are a couple of photos.

School frontSchool back

The oldest part of the village was along the valley road. Here are some of the cottages along it. The middle one is the pub.

CottageThatched Roof

The George

The ChurchCottages

My new surroundings and country has different aspects and terrain. I am gradually becoming accustomed to it. Including the snow fall…!

Snowfall 217                                                                     But once summer arrives :  Me&cars

 

 

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