By Carol Tannenhauser
My mother had a print of a Degas ballerina. When she died, it was supposed to go to my daughter, with whom she shared a special bond. But a mishap intervened. After we had cleaned out my mother’s apartment in the assisted-living residence where she lived, we left the painting leaning against a wall to be picked up after dinner. While we were gone, my brother came by, thought it was trash, and put it outside the apartment door. An aide passing by took it home. When we returned and found the picture gone, we were sure it was forever. Until the next morning, when I got a call from a very agitated woman, crying, “I’m bringing it back! I don’t want it! I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” It seems that during the night, she had been visited by my mother, wearing a flowing white nightgown, who explained the situation to her, as only she could. The painting was returned.
With Halloween coming, we wondered if anyone else has had an “other-worldly” experience, preferably in the neighborhood? We’ve got five medium West Side Rag T-shirts, and four small. We’ll give one to those who share the nine best true ghost stories.
Don’t be scared!
Here’s the T-shirt.