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Every Halloween at 9:00, we have the adults in the neighborhood over for cider and rum and other assorted goodies.
This year my "costume" will be having my hairdresser pull my hair through the holes in a cap that is used to frost hair and a new orange/Halloween decorated top. We have more fun than the kids, I think :-)
Thanks for the ping, Dolly! Have a great Halloween!
Thanks for the ping.
49th birthday coming up 10/31/05.
Good morning, Dolly.
As far as I am concerned its better to be pinged twice than not at all
When we lived in Myrtle Beach from 1966 to 1968, the Air Force had a marina at Murrells Inlet, where we sometimes rented a Boston whaler and went out in the inlet to fish.
[LOL - my participation ended rather abruptly the time my husband and I were seeing who could haul in the most drum. Not only did I cast my line into a huge bed of them first, catch quite a few more than he did, but he had me on anchor detail, and when I pulled that up, even hauled in a starfish on it - he did not invite me again..:))]
I was well familiar with Murrells Inlet, my mother from SC with roots going back to the 1600's. Knowing the story of Alice's Ghost, we one day stopped at The Hermitage in Murrells Inlet, a lovely grand old house. It then was made open to the public at set hours by the older couple who lived there.
They were the epitome of gracious and hospitable Southern folk, and after a tour of the whole house (their actual residence), including Alice's bedroom, they had us sit in the parlor to chat over iced tea and cake.
Sharing with them my mother's father had been a Methodist minister, they asked his name - Reverend Martin Luther Banks, my reply.
That generated instant excitement, and they explained they had lived in and retired from upstate, and years before my grandfather had been their pastor!
They even shared a funny anecdote about him..:))
It is a small and wonderful world of overlapping circles in which I live, now retired in another SC town where my grandfather was a minister...and both sisters (all of us reared in Florida; one now deceased) had married and settled in two others here, where he had a church!
As I have often related here, going around the town's Circle by the County Courthouse, half a block from it opposite the Post Office is the church my grandfather had in the 1920's.
As I go about this entire area, I often can truly "feel" the spirits and love of my grandparents - not as "ghosts," but as loving angels whose prayers for me *still* surround me.....an awesome thing, just as my prayers surround my children, grandchildren and great-grandson and any other progeny to come; and they always will...
~ LadyX
Impetuous and strong-willed, Alice Bellin Flagg committed the unpardonable sin of the mid-19th century: desiring to marry a man beneath her family's social station.
When her brother, Dr. Allard Flagg, the acting head of the household, learns of her infatuation with a common lumberman, he immediately sends her off to boarding school in Charleston, South Carolina. It is only a short time before Alice contracts a fatal illness and must return to her home, the Hermitage, in Murrell's Inlet, South Carolina. Upon Alice's return, she lapses into a coma and dies.
While her body is being prepared for burial, a ring on a ribbon is discovered around her neck. Clearly, Alice had accepted a ring from the lumberman as a symbol of his love. Not able to accept the reality of this, Alice's brother pulls the ring from her corpse and throws in into the marsh.
Yet, with her tragic death in 1849, Alice's story does not end. Thought to be buried in the All Saints Episcopal Church cemetery near the Hermitage, Alice reportedly has been seen in the area on numerous occasions in the form of a ghost. Witnesses of the young girl, dressed in white, say she wanders around the cemetery and the Hermitage searching for her lost ring. And although she died over 140 years ago, she is often seen by visitors to this day.
thanks for the ping Dolly
Fantastic thread, Dolly! Great job! : )
