Last weekend I handled another wonderful estate sale. Approximately 300 customers attended each of the two sale days. The rooms filled with smiles, oohs and aahs as persons picked up this or that to purchase. By 1 p.m. a kind gentle man of 88-years, who visits my sales often sat in a chair across from my checkout table. His smile reminded me of my precious father, Victor, now gone. Mr. Bob exudes the same vim, vigor and kindness my father had, which makes me feel my fathers presence.
Soon Bob began telling me stories of his time in the Navy during 1947-1948 in the Marshall Islands. I jotted notes as his stories unfolded. He spoke of Kawajlein, Bikini Atoll, Likjep and other islands where nuclear weapon tests took place and how when one private in the same area spoke way too much and was escorted back to the US. Bob sat silent, later learning the man who listened was there specifically to learn which men divulged info and who didn’t. He mentioned too, that many mornings his shoes were under water when the tide was up. It was extremely interesting and caused me to reread part of The Ankle Express, a book I wrote about my father’s equally interesting Navy life.
My father’s Navy years from 1942-1944 as an armed guard aboard Merchant Marine carriers are shared in the book. His stories in the Solomon Islands, the European and Pacific theater’s, Australia and other ports of call are amazing! One of which included the Blitz while in Hull, England. (Check out my Books page.)
Switching gears…..It’s amazing how life on the other side comes through.
When my father is with me, I see a gnat swirling around my face. I know dad is there. (Others, I’m told, see familiar signs specific to them and know a family member is with them too.) This day I saw the gnat only while Bob spoke of the Navy. It made me mist up and wonder if others appreciate Bob’s stories as much as I do. Bob was even amazed and thanked me for listening. It was my pleasure without a doubt! I wonder too, how many diligently listened to my father’s stories perhaps as he cut their hair at his barber shop. At any rate, his stories will never be forgotten, since I wrote his life history covering 385 pages. He was so pleased one of his children took the time to interview him and completed the book before his last month on earth. I salute you my precious father and Bob. Keep those stories coming!
Also at this home….in a few pictures were many orbs! In a conversation with the widower I told him of the photos and asked if his wife worked at that table, knowing she sewed. One photo was of the large oval dining room table, which housed at least twenty orbs. When this photo was taken I had no lights on nor were the window curtains open. He paused looking at the table and somberly said, we had so many wonderful family dinners there with the kids and grand-kids. Later he asked if I’d send he and his son the pictures via email. Well, of course I said yes.
I sent both pictures over. The orbs are very visible and abound in both photos.
The son tells his father often, he sees things too, at his own home and will enjoy the pictures, stating how interesting it is to know his late wife and mother of his children was there.
So pay attention and tell your stories. People really do want to hear or read them.
Who knows maybe one of your pictures shows a relatives orbs.
Check it out!