JoceAndChris
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Excellent. All genius is a bit mad.
I get that same feeling too, at the old butler sink in the scullery particularly. My scepticism tells me it has more to do with my longing to be transported into the past than an actual plague of ghosts, but, whether the explanation be psychological or metaphysical it's a good, spine tingling feeling. And it's for this reason that I overwhemingly want to cling to the vestiges of the past within the cottage - if I modernise that scullery, the ghosts will go.
I've been cleaning and cleaning the floor, with the distinct impression of not being alone. It's so nostalgic to me to see the splatters of the different generations, and because I know a lot about the history of the house I can work out who had what colour when, (going by all sorts of visible clues all over) and I can have a little moan to Charlotte (1900) about all the candle wax spilt there and another little moan to the un-named soldiers billeted in that room in the First World War who have left the clear marks of hob nailed boots. Where do they rest? What were their names? I'd love to know.
I've found white, green, buff, blue, green, in that order. Of course I think my colour scheme is the best so far, though the blue of the 19th C is really, well, peacocky!
People have died and been born in that room, and those events leave indelible marks- whether in imagination or actuality perhaps does not affect the reality of the experience.
I get that same feeling too, at the old butler sink in the scullery particularly. My scepticism tells me it has more to do with my longing to be transported into the past than an actual plague of ghosts, but, whether the explanation be psychological or metaphysical it's a good, spine tingling feeling. And it's for this reason that I overwhemingly want to cling to the vestiges of the past within the cottage - if I modernise that scullery, the ghosts will go.
I've been cleaning and cleaning the floor, with the distinct impression of not being alone. It's so nostalgic to me to see the splatters of the different generations, and because I know a lot about the history of the house I can work out who had what colour when, (going by all sorts of visible clues all over) and I can have a little moan to Charlotte (1900) about all the candle wax spilt there and another little moan to the un-named soldiers billeted in that room in the First World War who have left the clear marks of hob nailed boots. Where do they rest? What were their names? I'd love to know.
I've found white, green, buff, blue, green, in that order. Of course I think my colour scheme is the best so far, though the blue of the 19th C is really, well, peacocky!
People have died and been born in that room, and those events leave indelible marks- whether in imagination or actuality perhaps does not affect the reality of the experience.