Littlepeddler’s Kinfolk Korner Memoirs

Just a few memoirs of some of the Littlepeddler’s Kinfolk. Maybe be any where from to good times in pa paw’s garden to spending time at Bluff Hole. True, there will also be the sad moments as well. Ever family has them.

Hey Brenda, you know me, I love to write short stories, here is one for you that is TRUE!!!
Love you, Velta

Ghost Story Of Nun In Old Victorian Home

When I turned 12 my parents divorced and my mother remarried and we moved from our small town to an even smaller one with a new step-father and two step-brothers. I did not care too much for my new family so I started to spend more and more time with my cousin Brenda who lived about 20 miles away in a small city. She and my cousin Gary used to call me their country cousin. They lived in an old two story Victorian home
on the north side of town. Their father was a carpenter, and their mother was an evangelical Christian. The house always felt very heavy to me.

I knew there was a spirit there somewhere on the second floor but it never showed itself to me. But there were other spirits there as well. Uncle Robert had a cabinet shop out beside the house where he made kitchen cabinets for home builders. His oldest sons all worked in the shop with him. It was always a very busy place during the week. One day Brenda and I were playing out beside the shop and we looked up and at the same time we both saw a tall Nun in a full black and white Nun’s habit. She was going toward the shop, but she seemed to be more gliding across the lawn than walking. She went right through the side door into the shop. Brenda and I both ran as fast as we could to the shop and raced into Uncle Robert’s office but the Nun was not there. We asked my Uncle what she wanted and he looked at us both like we were crazy and said that no one had come into his office and especially not a Nun, and told us to get out so he could get back to work. We ran into the shop and ask the other guys working there if they had seen the Nun and they too thought we were crazy. No one believed us but we both knew what we saw and still talk about it to this day.

There was another time when my mother came to pick me up and we were all going to have dinner before we left for home. Mom and my aunt were working down in the kitchen and they called up for us to come downstairs and eat. Brenda and Gary went down first but I was putting my shoes on and got left behind. As I put my shoes on I felt very uneasy so I hurried as fast as I could to finish and start down stairs. I walked across the landing to the top of the stairs and reached to grab hold of the railing when I felt a cold hand grab my shoulder and shove me really hard, and I fell down the whole flight of stairs.

I screamed and the whole family came running to find me in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. I told my Mom that someone had pushed me down the stairs. Gary ran up the stairs to find whomever it was and came back saying there was no one there. I of course knew that he wouldn’t find anyone. I knew in my heart that I had encountered something very dark from the other side that did not want me in that house.

Brenda’s Note:

The home was very messed up in the storm in April 2008. We are still in the process of getting it back to pieces. I’ll post some pictures of it soon. My home is over 100 years old. On my abstract it dates to 1867 with a home improvement loan taken out on it for 26.00.

More true stories later

I shall tell all about the Nun at this home.

Still working on it after the storm but here is a update picture of where we are at right now.

Time when we got lost in the woods. Times when we were told to go to the corner and why? Why we had to cut out own switches. That I will never understand. Velta is the writer of the family so I will post most of her great stories that she has been working on for years. Please come and enjoy us and some of our stories. If you have a story then please send it to me.

PaPaw Medlock

Brenda, I wrote this years ago about Papaw Medlock and I thought I would share it with you. Love, Velta

Yes Grandpa, I Believe

I remember him well,
although he was old when I was young,
Tall, eyes of brown, hair of gray,
disciplining only with a sharp tongue,
I constantly sought his approval,
wanting to make him proud,
The sweetest sound I have ever heard,
was him saying it out loud,

He was a very religious man,
insisting that I attend church,
I used to tell him I wasn’t sure if I believed,
that I needed to do more research,
So you could say he was a patient man,
always allowing me the freedom,
To express my doubts and concerns,
about the existence of God’s kingdom,

Grandpa planted a vegetable garden,
in the spring of every year,
He asked the kids to help him weed,
I would be the first volunteer,
We worked all day with our hands,
plowing dirt, planting seeds, pouring water,
On Saturday’s we got our reward,
a bright shiny new quarter,

One summer day, after having worked very hard,
he said although he loved all his grandkids,
That I’d always been special to him,
as pretty as Grandma’s orchids,
I thought about that day when they told me,
that he had died in his sleep,
I remembered the prayer that he taught me,
“I pray the lord my soul to keep”,

At that moment, I looked up toward heaven,
through the tears I began to pray,
As I stood there not even understanding,
I could almost hear him say,
“I’m with my sweet Lord in heaven,
please don’t ever doubt,
And if you ever get tired and weary,
just give me a shout,

For I’ll be here to watch over you,
like an angel keeping you from harm,
Just remember that verse that I taught you,
and recite the 23rd Psalm,
Teach it to your own little one someday,
even though you might not believe,
Know that I am very happy here,
you do not have to grieve”,

In my heart I knew that he was right,
for only a God could create,
A man so kind and so loving,
so gentle and free of hate,
So now I know that I have to try,
to live my life the best I can,
Knowing that we must all live and die,
according to God’s perfect plan,

When I reach the gates of heaven,
Grandpa will be there by his side,
Ready to welcome me with open arms,
full of love and pride,

(c)1996 Velta Shepherd 1/21/96 9:14PM CT