|Janes Kids With Spouses Behind|
Couples Left to Right: Cheri and Dave, Rick and Kathy, Laurie and Danny, Colleen and George
|Janes Family Reunion 2011|
|Janes Family Reunion 2011|
|SOME of the kids|
Left to Right: Kaitlyn, Ella, Haley, Darci, Joey
|St. Mary's Art Center, Virginia City, Nevada|
|View from Front Porch of St. Mary's Art Center|
The building is also used for historic public tours. The third purpose gives it a little extra color. It is used by ghost hunters to have paranormal experiences. Wait--don't turn me off now--it gets better.
A few months ago, a few family members went on a ghost tour at the art center. My family has mixed feelings about the wisdom of dabbling with the paranormal. Those of us who did not participate in the event, did so for a variety of reasons. Personally, I did not participate because at the time my calling in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was Relief Society President (the women's organization), and I felt that I should not put myself in the position of possibly being tempted by Satan. While I have not discussed this with my niece's husband, my guess is that the reason his family did not participate is because he is a Bishop. There were other family members who did not participate.
This weekend, we decided would strictly be just a family reunion, and that we would not be looking for any paranormal experiences, or discussing these things--especially around the children and adults who are uncomfortable about such things. We did, however, have an interesting experience.
Saturday morning we were eating breakfast in shifts as people woke up. My nephew, Josh, came in for his portion of pancakes. Someone asked him how he slept. Josh has this wonderful "curmudgeonly" personality on the surface, but he has a heart of gold. In his best "curmudgeon" voice, he said he hadn't slept at all. He kept hearing this "cart" going up and down the hallway. Later, my brother, Rick, (not having spoken with Josh) said he had heard it too. My sister, Colleen, interviewed them separately, and they both described the experience to be identical. One of them estimated this went on about two hours, and the other said about an hour and 45 minutes. This happened somewhere between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m. Neither one of them knew what Colleen had privately told me the day before: People often hear gurneys going up and down the long hallway on the main floor, and describe it as metal wheels on hardwood floors. The main hall is now carpeted, but that's what they hear. In the days when the building was a hospital, that long hallway was quite busy, as it took patients from admitting to their rooms.
Coincidentally--or maybe not--my sister Cheri was awake during this same period of time hearing what she described as water dripping, but she could never find any dripping water or leaking pipes.
So what does it all mean? I don't know, and I don't really care. It was a fun experience in an old building at a wonderfully fun family reunion. If you look for evil, you will find surely find evil; but if you look for the good in life, you will find choice experiences. This weekend was a truly choice experience.
|Cheri, George, and Kaitlyn|
in "the" hallway