I spent tons of time in grave yards as a kid because my Mother did gravestone rubbings.
She had a series of cards with notable carvings on them, all 1600s & 1700s.
One day many years later I was teaching boat building to teens in a CETA funded program with similar education in journalism at Salt Magazine, a Maine magazinf about forgotten old ways.
A group from the journalist program was going to see a mass grave from I think the Revolutinary War.
Story was a battle between land and sea resulted in piles of bodies, many being sailors not recognizable as British or American.
So a mass grave and a stone telling the story.
I was invited to come on the nice sunny day, and managed to find some rice paper and a lumber marking crayon.
We got there and our access was climbing over a granite post iron rail fence. As we climbed over the sun went away and a cold wind came up.
Trying to wrap a three foot piece of rice paper around a stone in the wind is tricky.
But suddenly it grabbed on and clung to the stone.
OK wind could do that sorta.
Did not FEEL like just the wind but feelings are unreliable.
Did a fair rubbing and went home where I rented a room with a family who had an art gallery in the house.
The mom of the house, Beth, was creeped out by the rubbing before I told her the story. She wanted me to get it out of the house so I at least took it out of the living room to the bottom of the stars to my room, sort of in the house front entry room.
I went back in the LR with Beth and a few minutes later a floor lamp in that front room turned ON by itself.
I do not consider any of the days notable moments to be evidence, but it was an interesting day!
She had a series of cards with notable carvings on them, all 1600s & 1700s.
One day many years later I was teaching boat building to teens in a CETA funded program with similar education in journalism at Salt Magazine, a Maine magazinf about forgotten old ways.
A group from the journalist program was going to see a mass grave from I think the Revolutinary War.
Story was a battle between land and sea resulted in piles of bodies, many being sailors not recognizable as British or American.
So a mass grave and a stone telling the story.
I was invited to come on the nice sunny day, and managed to find some rice paper and a lumber marking crayon.
We got there and our access was climbing over a granite post iron rail fence. As we climbed over the sun went away and a cold wind came up.
Trying to wrap a three foot piece of rice paper around a stone in the wind is tricky.
But suddenly it grabbed on and clung to the stone.
OK wind could do that sorta.
Did not FEEL like just the wind but feelings are unreliable.
Did a fair rubbing and went home where I rented a room with a family who had an art gallery in the house.
The mom of the house, Beth, was creeped out by the rubbing before I told her the story. She wanted me to get it out of the house so I at least took it out of the living room to the bottom of the stars to my room, sort of in the house front entry room.
I went back in the LR with Beth and a few minutes later a floor lamp in that front room turned ON by itself.
I do not consider any of the days notable moments to be evidence, but it was an interesting day!
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