Spooky experiences while researching

[Bill749]

When my wife was cremated it was in the middle of winter.  Her father, who is getting on a bit and rather frail, wanted to be present when her ashes were interred with her mother's in her grandparents' grave, so we had to wait until the warmer weather.

On the morning that her ashes were being buried, I received an e-mail containing the contact details of a living relative in America whose family she had been trying to track down for several years.

It was as if she was saying "now you're finally laying me to rest you can have the information".  Needless to say I made arrangements to visit the US and meet the family!

Regards, Bill

[CarolBurns]

Oh Bill that sent a shiver down my spine reading that. So you were completing her work for her - wonderful


Carol

[cazpro77]

hi there
this isnt whilst reasearching but its about the people im reasearching now..

 my father and i had an extremlly spooky experince once.
ok i was 4 (now 29) and my father took me to his mothers grave

let me explain more before i go on.. my nan had died in 1969 i was born 1977 so this was around 1981
my father didnt go to his mums funeral


anyway back to the story ...

we entered st patricks cem in east london and my father said i have to find someone as i only have a plot number
i then turned to my dad and said 'ill show you' so i lead him by the hand to were my nan was buried there was only a wooden cross which had mud covering the numbers
my dad then found the man in charge and the man found my nans plot and low and behold it was the one  id found
occuding to my mum, dad brought me home and dad was a white as sheet

also when i was 4 my other nan was dying of cancer and i told my mum that nan would go to the angels on the last day of that year nan died 31 dec

mad eh???

take care caz

ps last night my mum and i was talking about a man possibly conected to my dad harry freeman and as we were talking mum brand new printer was making noises now the printer was turned off and i swear it sounding like it was about to print made mum jump so i said is that you harry if it is show me a sign mate im stuck then suddenly a tape deck in my dads shed feel on the floor ,now i checked in there no cats/dogs shelve was secccur and nothing else fell
strange eh
what do you gouys make off that?
take care caz

[CarolBurns]

1. You're very "psychic" or linked in

2. Harry gave you the sign you asked for - were him and your dad always messing in the shed?

Carol

[pipkim]

Great post Caz,

Was there a tape in the tape deck? 

pipkim

[redkop]

I'm not sure if this is spooky enough for this thread after reading some of the really great things that have happened to people on here!!

I only started researching my tree in March, and have found some good spooky things.

One of them was while looking for my maternal grandfather, I found my paternal grandfather! This may not sound unusual, but, my paternal grandfather left my grandmother when she was pregnant with my dad. No one would speak of him, only to say his name was George, and he came from Scotland. Well, I saw this name in the original register, and it wasn't George, it was William. He wasn't from Scotland, he was from Liverpool. But, I just knew it was him. I had only been doing my tree for 2 weeks then.  I remember getting chills down my spine at the time.

The other time was back in 1985. I moved  to live with my cousin, who had lost her husband. I lived with her there for about 6 months. When researching my tree, I found one of my rellies had moved to Liverpool (a pretty big place!) between 1851 and 1861. Guess where he lived? In the house opposite!!

I do believe we are guided by the rellies who want us to find them.

Cheers,

Red   

[Lesanne]

 A few years ago, we had the chance of a small break, leaving the children at home with my parents. This was to be the first time in 25 yrs with no children in tow.
Stuck a pin in the map and ended up at Chipping Camden.
On one beautiful, sunny day, we walked through a village, I think Ratley, then up a hill across the top, to see the view over some quite flat fields etc. Just a flicker of breeze, quiet, loverly.
We sat down to take in the scenary,  , as you do, when the sight of small puffs of smoke in the distance, people running through the shrubs. Both at the same time, came out of a kind of daydream, jumped up, did you see anything? It was as if we had both been there before, as children or similar and we were watching some sort of fighting going on.
That's when I started to trace our ancestors. To see if it was recorded that we had been there, 300/400 yrs previously.
Well, typical. No confirmed records, exactly. But, all the signposts for both our families are in that direction.

[pennine]

hello again just had to reply again to the 'spooky bit'
Over thirty years ago my husband and I ( sound like the Queen don't I?) bought a house in the middle of nowhere. The house needed much refurbishing, being over two hundred years old. We had to replace the floor in the baby's bedroom so my husband removed the door handle from the bedroom door so the other children would not injure themselves. At night in the early hours I could hear a baby crying from within this room but baby was in with us. Once I was actually holding baby when I heard this. My husband said I was dreaming. Then whilst at a village event an elderly  lady approached me and said that she used to live at our house as a girl. She asked me if I had encountered the baby yet. Of course I said no and she smiled and said 'You will soon'.
So I did some research on the house and it's former owners and occupants. It seems that in 1883 according to local newspaper reports that a young couple had lived there when the house was three cottages. They lived in the middle cottage which contained the baby's bedroom. They went out to a local beer house and left the baby alone for several hours and it was dead when they returned. The mother was sentenced to penal servitude for neglect the father got off. (Typical). My husband was very sceptical until one night I was out and he was forced to open the bedroom door to see where the baby crying was coming from. Of course it stopped when he put the light on. I have to say that once reburbishment of the room had taken place the crying stopped altogather. I checked the local archives and sure enough a 3 month old baby boy had died in May of 1883 by the name of Elijah Walton. SPOOKY my husband's mother's maiden name was Walton!
Pennine

[pennine]

hello again just had to reply again to the 'spooky bit'
Over thirty years ago my husband and I ( sound like the Queen don't I?) bought a house in the middle of nowhere. The house needed much refurbishing, being over two hundred years old. We had to replace the floor in the baby's bedroom so my husband removed the door handle from the bedroom door so the other children would not injure themselves. At night in the early hours I could hear a baby crying from within this room but baby was in with us. Once I was actually holding baby when I heard this. My husband said I was dreaming. Then whilst at a village event an elderly  lady approached me and said that she used to live at our house as a girl. She asked me if I had encountered the baby yet. Of course I said no and she smiled and said 'You will soon'.
So I did some research on the house and it's former owners and occupants. It seems that in 1883 according to local newspaper reports that a young couple had lived there when the house was three cottages. They lived in the middle cottage which contained the baby's bedroom. They went out to a local beer house and left the baby alone for several hours and it was dead when they returned. The mother was sentenced to penal servitude for neglect the father got off. (Typical). My husband was very sceptical until one night I was out and he was forced to open the bedroom door to see where the baby crying was coming from. Of course it stopped when he put the light on. I have to say that once reburbishment of the room had taken place the crying stopped altogether. I checked the local archives and sure enough a 3 month old baby boy had died in May of 1883 by the name of Elijah Walton. SPOOKY my husband's mother's maiden name was Walton!
Pennine