tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177797611659983135.post8268250893311397693..comments2023-10-16T09:50:40.937-04:00Comments on Barbara V Evers: My Childhood Imagination: The Torment It Caused MeBarbara V. Evershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07350675979426950166noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177797611659983135.post-25649105368398863772014-09-24T17:43:36.369-04:002014-09-24T17:43:36.369-04:00Henry, I think all of us hated it, but Mom and Dad...Henry, I think all of us hated it, but Mom and Dad weren't willing to share this with us. I can't blame them. We had to go down there for many things. It's one reason I didn't practice the piano much until we moved. I just couldn't bring myself to go down there alone.Barbara V. Evershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350675979426950166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177797611659983135.post-71807400362455366292014-09-21T18:21:06.822-04:002014-09-21T18:21:06.822-04:00I hated the basement at night. It was huge and dar...I <i>hated</i> the basement at night. It was huge and dark and filled with strange sounds. The only light was the one on the stairs, which only lit up the very bottom of the stairs and the door to the backyard. (Of course, there were two doors to the backyard, the other being off in the deep darkness.)<br /><br />As the only boy in the family, it always fell to me to take the trash from the Henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05813572493834867342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177797611659983135.post-61892853266771463942014-09-20T11:24:56.058-04:002014-09-20T11:24:56.058-04:00Uncle Wayne,knowing my other uncles as I do, it do...Uncle Wayne,knowing my other uncles as I do, it doesn't surprise me one bit that they told you that story. I later found out as an adult that neither one of my parents ever felt comfortable in our basement if they were alone. Some places are just that way.<br /><br />I'm glad to know you didn't get attacked by an Indian ghost.Barbara V. Evershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350675979426950166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177797611659983135.post-2332820293816624092014-09-19T23:57:51.073-04:002014-09-19T23:57:51.073-04:00Hi Barbara. Everyone has those childhood moments....Hi Barbara. Everyone has those childhood moments. When I was very little we had a basement under the house. In a back corner there was a small window that allowed the late afternoon sun to dimly come in. under the window were some dried weeds that had somehow managed to grow at some earlier time. very spooky.<br />My two older brothers, being older brothers, told me that an Indian was buried Wayne Gnoreply@blogger.com