Said by Ned

Once again I have procrastinated somewhat over the content of my one hundredth blog. I wanted to make sure it was something special. So it was good timing that my sister sent to me some DVD’s, which are copies of Super 8 films taken by a long lost uncle in the 1950’s. He was a wealthy farmer and had not only Super 8 movies but also colour film in his camera. He was decades ahead of the rest of us.   So, we sat watching these dvd’s one night recently, mesmerised by my sister’s perpetual dancing with hoola hoops, with years between acts, still dancing and swirling the errant hoops around her arms in various locations until they invariably skittled off into the distance with her in pursuit and the camera left rolling, aimed at a fence or a wall or yet another garden full of flowers. Although sometimes, the flowers are black and white. And there are my brothers. The eldest at four or five sporting the same frown he still characteristically wears 57 years later...

In discussing our experiences with various Para-normal....or just plain weird  or amazing incidents over the years, there is one incident that keeps coming up. A couple of years ago we went to stay in a Guest-house / B&B , in Kapunda, in South Australia. It is one of the old buildings in the main town , and has had many uses over the years. It currently has a number of bedrooms and bathrooms...and creaking floors! Over a few drinks with the the owners that night, we mentioned the nice smell of the flowers in the upstairs landing area. They looked at each other with a knowing look. Explaining to us that they have only had a few people ever mention the flowers , they reluctantly explained that the flowers are plastic. However, they also explained that of the few people to 'smell' the flowers, they had all had some experience with the para-normal: in particular: they all believed in or had experienced , shall we say , 'ghosts' in one way or another. I have writt...