A Ghost Quietened My Brother’s Cries
My uncle, my dad’s brother, passed away in 1965. I was 4, my sister was 2 and my brother was just a
few month’s old. After the funeral, my grandparent’s asked my dad if there was anything of my uncle’s
that he would like to keep as a memento. My dad took my uncle’s brogans (work boots). They were placed
inside the closet in my sister’s and my room. One day my mom was doing the laundry, so sometime after
lunch, she put my brother down in the crib for a nap.
Now, my brother’s crib was in my sister’s and my room and it was pushed up against the closet. The
closet door also had an old slide bolt lock on it. Well, after she put him down for his nap, we all went outside.
My sister and I went out into the front yard to play and my mom went out onto the front porch to do the
laundry. At the time we had an old wringer type washer and it was out on the front porch and while the washer
was running my mom had to be right there with the machine except when it was going through the wash cycle.
Since the washer was on the front porch she was outside with us, so she kept sending me inside to check on
my brother in case he woke up. We had been outside for a couple of hours and I had been inside to check on my
brother probably a half dozen times, when all of a sudden he starts crying. My mom told me to go in and talk to
him until she could go to him. She couldn’t go at that moment because she was up to her elbows in sudsy water.
Just as I walked into the house, my brother started laughing and cooing, like he was trying to talk. I came back
out onto the porch and told my mom that he was laughing and playing. “Did you give him a toy?” She asked.
“No,” I told her. She dried her hands off and said, “Well, let’s go see.” We all walked into the house, but just as
we entered the bedroom, my mom stopped. My brother’s crib was pushed away from the wall, the closet door was
open and my uncle’s boots was at the head of the crib, facing the way they would be if someone was actually standing
there and my brother was sitting up in the crib, looking towards the end laughing. It was if he was looking at someone
and that person was talking to him.
My mom grabbed up my brother, grabbed the playpen from the living room and we hurried outside. She set up the
playpen on the porch and finished the washing, but we remained outside until my dad got home. When he got home
she took him into the bedroom to show him the crib and the shoes. She told him that she wanted the shoes out of the
house. My dad took them out and burned them. That incident never happened again.