Post by huronna on Nov 7, 2008 11:27:16 GMT -5
Nurket
When Maida was a little girl she was very clever entertaining herself, out in the garden once I could see her sitting on a kind of old seat once belonged to a horse waggon...no a little bench for her to sit on. She looked like she talked to someone and I smiled and thought she had made up a fantasy friend, many children do that.
When I a bit later called for her to eat she asked if her friend could come with her...of course I said yes!
It took some time and then she came, a bit sad..he didn't want to come she said. Well may be he will another time I said...and then while we ate I asked about her friend and became surprised she described an old man in very old fashioned clothes....she told me he live here too she said and smiled.
Some months later we threw away the old bench while clearing up in garden and lawn...bought her a new in plastic ....and she lost her friend.
She still remembers him...and she told she missed him a lot when he dissapeared.
This house has a story to tell...
...but I just seem to meet the animals.
It is 250 years old and has been a residens for captains and sheriffs, also a inn with lickor to be served to the guests...probably lots of fightings and strong feelings in the walls because of that. One story sais it is a treasure hidden somewhere in the house too...years ago one of the former owners escaped from the nursery home far from here and found his way here to look for the treasure...he almost froze to death in our lawn. He is dead now, but he is probably still looking for the treasure...I have never seen him though.
Outside where we have our bedroom we have a little place with flowers and table and chairs in summer. One night I woke up because I heard sounds, this was in winter...I got up and looked outside the window, there two horses where tied up. They had thick warm covers and bags hanging from their head that contained food..and they seamed busy eating.
I could see the shaddow of a person behind one of them.
They where real big horses, and I had never seen covers like that. I went back to bed wondering what happened...but desided to wake up my husband, and we both went to see...but they where gone. He said it was a dream, but it was not...I wrote down in details how they looked and their ecuipment. Later I talked to a very old man who could tell me his grandad had told him the inn was in that part of the house, and they probably used to tie the horses for a short time just where I saw them!
In the other end of this house there was a stable in older time, that we know for sure, we had a guestroom there, but had to stop using it because guests waked up by noice and strong smell of hourse, some even told they heard stamping of the horses legs. It was a problem, because we needed to use the room.
So I thought may be they are lonly and don't like company only once in a while. So I talked to my oldest daughter if she would like to live there...she is pretty much like me and has a few experiences on this matter herself, and she is not afraid.
She moved in and smell and noice dissapeared, till she moved out for a year and no one used the room...then it started again. Now it is my youngest daughters room...and we are back to peace.
What do you think?
Gypsy Man
When my dad was a young boy he should live in his uncle's house a shorter periode while working close by. It was an old house close to lake Mjøsa and the senter of some of Sigrid Undsets middel age stories. Now you find the big Olympic Hall called the Viking ship there in Hamar, Norway.
My dad had his dog Sonja with him and slept in a bedroom on the first floor. The first night he wake up because the dog made a sound...then he looked at the table in the middle of the room...a man was raising up on his underarms like he had been hidden behind the table.
My dad became angry and frightened and went up from bed to throw the intruder out, he was also a bit angry because the dog just backed away and looked frightened.
But suddenly the man was dissapeared, my dad looked all over the little room and also found the door locked from inside....
He described the man in details that I don't remember, but he was young, handsome, very dark hear and wore clothes like a gipsy.
Few years later my aunt Solveig, my dads sister should live there a few days and my dad was happy he never told her or anyone else what happened that night. He really didn't want to scare any!
But my aunt left the room after only short time and told this story: A man had been hiding under her bed and when she had almost fallen in sleep her pillow had sunk on the side close to the wall and a young man had rised on his overarms and looked at her. He was darkheared, good looking and with clothes like a gipsy.
My dad recogniced 'his' man from what she told...and I think none used that room again as far as I know and now there is an olympic hall where the house was.
But long time later when my oldest daughter was 14 years old and had a girlfriend sleeping over...I heard a sound in the middle of the night...both girls came screaming telling a man came in the window.
I told that was impossible because no one could reach that window without a ladder and I saw no ladder outside it.
I got them calmed down and now it was my turn to be upset, because the person the described was identical with the person my aunt and dad had seen. The girls had never heard that story!
I have been told my great grandma on my dads side was a gipsy and she was not welcome in the family, she got two children and died when her daughter was born, so she died young I think.
I think up till now my family has been almost ashamed of this and not mentioned it...can it be something those young men wearing gipsy clothes wants us to know or accept. Wonder if I will ever know?
Sofie
I was asked if I could go to Oslo and pick up a little mix from some drug users. So there in the most unpleasent place I met the dog that became the dog of my life, little Sofie.
She was dirty,skinny, frightened and frankly not very beautiful.
I told the others it would be hard to find a home for this little old dog...and of course she became a member of my already big family....
She spent her first week under a table barking at everything moving or sounding! I have never been so close to give up on a dog. But after that week she started taking contact with me. I used to say Sofie read my mind because she always new what I was going to do before I even new it myself. To make a long story short, we became very close. The three years with her I will be thankfull for always. But actually she is still here in the house, when I turn around fast I can get a quick look at her in the corner of my eye.
And I really feel her precence every day...and I talk to her.
Funny thing is that she has been greeting my new puppy Debbie welcome too.
One day I was very tired, as you know I have not felt to good lately...and I was impatient to my little puppy and talked unpleasent to her, then suddenly Debbie turned her side to me and went down on her front paws like greeting another dog, turning my head I saw the dear little body of Sofie...she knew I needed her...she always does.
She would not let me be angry to an innocent little puppy. Bless you little Sofie for taking care of us...we love you always.
This is a true story, and I hope she don't mind I am telling it!
Hard to Believe
...but very true!
Some of you have seen photos on my homepage of my beautiful Great Pyreeneian Ranja who left us only few months ago.
Before her we had among other dogs living her a Newfoundlands dog, he was pretty special. Very calm and safe and well raised.
Ranja got here when she was 16 monts old, had lived most of her life in a basement and was afraid of everything...very much the opposite of our old Fido.
Late that fall Fido left us, just slept in and didn't wake up. We knew he was very old and had to accept he was not here anymore, even if we missed him terrible.
Next day I took Ranja out for a walk, not to funny because she had no idea about how to walk on a leach and also frightened of everybody and everything we met on our way.
Well, I grabbed the leach firmly and tried to get over on the otherside of the road where it was not that wet. But she sat right down, denied to pass the road. Fido never wanted to walk on the wrong side of the road...but Ranja never used to care at all. I was surprised, but went with her on the correct side, she walked nicely at my side all the time, even when we met a big man she just wagged her tail and went on.
This was such a big change from one day to the other it was just impossible.....I said in a very low voice and had tears in my eyes; Fido? and Ranja looked friendly upon me and touched my hand with her wet nose.
In the time to come I was not the only one who saw Fido in Ranja. I need to say they became very good friends the time they lived together.
Her fear was gone and I feel pretty sure Fido lived on in her, even if she was not him at all....I kind of felt I had them both to love!
Sure...the animals have a soul!.
Mind my English...but I try:
We had got a beautiful kitten, it was tabby and white...very cozy and sweet.
It had four white socks, and it looked like the left front sock was a bit longer than the others, it looked funny. He had intolerance to milk so he always got water and sometimes a bit of sweet crem in it.
He was called Nurket and was highly loved by my 5 years old daughter Maida. He always followed her and slept in her bed..always on her pillow.
unfortunately he got run over by a car just outside here. My little girl was heartbroken, she had even vitnessed the accident. She did not want a new kitten...she only repeated again and again he was not leaving her, she wanted him back!
We burried him in the garden, and my little girl song songs about mice for him at the grave.
Few hours later the doorbell rang, one of my rescue friends stood there with an unhappy look in his face and a kitten in his arms, he wondered if I could have it just for a while, they could find no place for it during the weekend.
Of course we could help, but looking at him we found out he looked identical with the one we lost only few hours ago!!! Even the longer white sock was there!
Even stanger he passed the dogs that did not react on him at all...jumped up on the kitchen counter where the cat dishes used to be and looked like he wondered why it was not there anymore...
Later we found out he had intolerance to milk like Nurket1, yes of course this became Nurket 2.
at bedtime he found his place on my daughters pillow waiting for her to join him there. I stood looking at them for long...and I heard my little girl whisper; " I knew you were not dead, I did! I didn't let you did I?"
I called the rescuer later that evening and wondered where they found him. He told me it was really strange because they had gone to get a dog that had to have a new home because of divorse. But this cat follwed the dog out of the flat, owners claimed they had never seen it, they had
never have had a cat...but he thought they just were frightened he would not take a cat...so he took it...to us!!!
The Stranger
When Maida was a little girl she was very clever entertaining herself, out in the garden once I could see her sitting on a kind of old seat once belonged to a horse waggon...no a little bench for her to sit on. She looked like she talked to someone and I smiled and thought she had made up a fantasy friend, many children do that.
When I a bit later called for her to eat she asked if her friend could come with her...of course I said yes!
It took some time and then she came, a bit sad..he didn't want to come she said. Well may be he will another time I said...and then while we ate I asked about her friend and became surprised she described an old man in very old fashioned clothes....she told me he live here too she said and smiled.
Some months later we threw away the old bench while clearing up in garden and lawn...bought her a new in plastic ....and she lost her friend.
She still remembers him...and she told she missed him a lot when he dissapeared.
When Maida was a little girl she was very clever entertaining herself, out in the garden once I could see her sitting on a kind of old seat once belonged to a horse waggon...no a little bench for her to sit on. She looked like she talked to someone and I smiled and thought she had made up a fantasy friend, many children do that.
When I a bit later called for her to eat she asked if her friend could come with her...of course I said yes!
It took some time and then she came, a bit sad..he didn't want to come she said. Well may be he will another time I said...and then while we ate I asked about her friend and became surprised she described an old man in very old fashioned clothes....she told me he live here too she said and smiled.
Some months later we threw away the old bench while clearing up in garden and lawn...bought her a new in plastic ....and she lost her friend.
She still remembers him...and she told she missed him a lot when he dissapeared.
This house has a story to tell...
...but I just seem to meet the animals.
It is 250 years old and has been a residens for captains and sheriffs, also a inn with lickor to be served to the guests...probably lots of fightings and strong feelings in the walls because of that. One story sais it is a treasure hidden somewhere in the house too...years ago one of the former owners escaped from the nursery home far from here and found his way here to look for the treasure...he almost froze to death in our lawn. He is dead now, but he is probably still looking for the treasure...I have never seen him though.
Outside where we have our bedroom we have a little place with flowers and table and chairs in summer. One night I woke up because I heard sounds, this was in winter...I got up and looked outside the window, there two horses where tied up. They had thick warm covers and bags hanging from their head that contained food..and they seamed busy eating.
I could see the shaddow of a person behind one of them.
They where real big horses, and I had never seen covers like that. I went back to bed wondering what happened...but desided to wake up my husband, and we both went to see...but they where gone. He said it was a dream, but it was not...I wrote down in details how they looked and their ecuipment. Later I talked to a very old man who could tell me his grandad had told him the inn was in that part of the house, and they probably used to tie the horses for a short time just where I saw them!
In the other end of this house there was a stable in older time, that we know for sure, we had a guestroom there, but had to stop using it because guests waked up by noice and strong smell of hourse, some even told they heard stamping of the horses legs. It was a problem, because we needed to use the room.
So I thought may be they are lonly and don't like company only once in a while. So I talked to my oldest daughter if she would like to live there...she is pretty much like me and has a few experiences on this matter herself, and she is not afraid.
She moved in and smell and noice dissapeared, till she moved out for a year and no one used the room...then it started again. Now it is my youngest daughters room...and we are back to peace.
What do you think?
Gypsy Man
When my dad was a young boy he should live in his uncle's house a shorter periode while working close by. It was an old house close to lake Mjøsa and the senter of some of Sigrid Undsets middel age stories. Now you find the big Olympic Hall called the Viking ship there in Hamar, Norway.
My dad had his dog Sonja with him and slept in a bedroom on the first floor. The first night he wake up because the dog made a sound...then he looked at the table in the middle of the room...a man was raising up on his underarms like he had been hidden behind the table.
My dad became angry and frightened and went up from bed to throw the intruder out, he was also a bit angry because the dog just backed away and looked frightened.
But suddenly the man was dissapeared, my dad looked all over the little room and also found the door locked from inside....
He described the man in details that I don't remember, but he was young, handsome, very dark hear and wore clothes like a gipsy.
Few years later my aunt Solveig, my dads sister should live there a few days and my dad was happy he never told her or anyone else what happened that night. He really didn't want to scare any!
But my aunt left the room after only short time and told this story: A man had been hiding under her bed and when she had almost fallen in sleep her pillow had sunk on the side close to the wall and a young man had rised on his overarms and looked at her. He was darkheared, good looking and with clothes like a gipsy.
My dad recogniced 'his' man from what she told...and I think none used that room again as far as I know and now there is an olympic hall where the house was.
But long time later when my oldest daughter was 14 years old and had a girlfriend sleeping over...I heard a sound in the middle of the night...both girls came screaming telling a man came in the window.
I told that was impossible because no one could reach that window without a ladder and I saw no ladder outside it.
I got them calmed down and now it was my turn to be upset, because the person the described was identical with the person my aunt and dad had seen. The girls had never heard that story!
I have been told my great grandma on my dads side was a gipsy and she was not welcome in the family, she got two children and died when her daughter was born, so she died young I think.
I think up till now my family has been almost ashamed of this and not mentioned it...can it be something those young men wearing gipsy clothes wants us to know or accept. Wonder if I will ever know?
Sofie
I was asked if I could go to Oslo and pick up a little mix from some drug users. So there in the most unpleasent place I met the dog that became the dog of my life, little Sofie.
She was dirty,skinny, frightened and frankly not very beautiful.
I told the others it would be hard to find a home for this little old dog...and of course she became a member of my already big family....
She spent her first week under a table barking at everything moving or sounding! I have never been so close to give up on a dog. But after that week she started taking contact with me. I used to say Sofie read my mind because she always new what I was going to do before I even new it myself. To make a long story short, we became very close. The three years with her I will be thankfull for always. But actually she is still here in the house, when I turn around fast I can get a quick look at her in the corner of my eye.
And I really feel her precence every day...and I talk to her.
Funny thing is that she has been greeting my new puppy Debbie welcome too.
One day I was very tired, as you know I have not felt to good lately...and I was impatient to my little puppy and talked unpleasent to her, then suddenly Debbie turned her side to me and went down on her front paws like greeting another dog, turning my head I saw the dear little body of Sofie...she knew I needed her...she always does.
She would not let me be angry to an innocent little puppy. Bless you little Sofie for taking care of us...we love you always.
This is a true story, and I hope she don't mind I am telling it!
Hard to Believe
...but very true!
Some of you have seen photos on my homepage of my beautiful Great Pyreeneian Ranja who left us only few months ago.
Before her we had among other dogs living her a Newfoundlands dog, he was pretty special. Very calm and safe and well raised.
Ranja got here when she was 16 monts old, had lived most of her life in a basement and was afraid of everything...very much the opposite of our old Fido.
Late that fall Fido left us, just slept in and didn't wake up. We knew he was very old and had to accept he was not here anymore, even if we missed him terrible.
Next day I took Ranja out for a walk, not to funny because she had no idea about how to walk on a leach and also frightened of everybody and everything we met on our way.
Well, I grabbed the leach firmly and tried to get over on the otherside of the road where it was not that wet. But she sat right down, denied to pass the road. Fido never wanted to walk on the wrong side of the road...but Ranja never used to care at all. I was surprised, but went with her on the correct side, she walked nicely at my side all the time, even when we met a big man she just wagged her tail and went on.
This was such a big change from one day to the other it was just impossible.....I said in a very low voice and had tears in my eyes; Fido? and Ranja looked friendly upon me and touched my hand with her wet nose.
In the time to come I was not the only one who saw Fido in Ranja. I need to say they became very good friends the time they lived together.
Her fear was gone and I feel pretty sure Fido lived on in her, even if she was not him at all....I kind of felt I had them both to love!
Sure...the animals have a soul!.
Mind my English...but I try:
We had got a beautiful kitten, it was tabby and white...very cozy and sweet.
It had four white socks, and it looked like the left front sock was a bit longer than the others, it looked funny. He had intolerance to milk so he always got water and sometimes a bit of sweet crem in it.
He was called Nurket and was highly loved by my 5 years old daughter Maida. He always followed her and slept in her bed..always on her pillow.
unfortunately he got run over by a car just outside here. My little girl was heartbroken, she had even vitnessed the accident. She did not want a new kitten...she only repeated again and again he was not leaving her, she wanted him back!
We burried him in the garden, and my little girl song songs about mice for him at the grave.
Few hours later the doorbell rang, one of my rescue friends stood there with an unhappy look in his face and a kitten in his arms, he wondered if I could have it just for a while, they could find no place for it during the weekend.
Of course we could help, but looking at him we found out he looked identical with the one we lost only few hours ago!!! Even the longer white sock was there!
Even stanger he passed the dogs that did not react on him at all...jumped up on the kitchen counter where the cat dishes used to be and looked like he wondered why it was not there anymore...
Later we found out he had intolerance to milk like Nurket1, yes of course this became Nurket 2.
at bedtime he found his place on my daughters pillow waiting for her to join him there. I stood looking at them for long...and I heard my little girl whisper; " I knew you were not dead, I did! I didn't let you did I?"
I called the rescuer later that evening and wondered where they found him. He told me it was really strange because they had gone to get a dog that had to have a new home because of divorse. But this cat follwed the dog out of the flat, owners claimed they had never seen it, they had
never have had a cat...but he thought they just were frightened he would not take a cat...so he took it...to us!!!
The Stranger
When Maida was a little girl she was very clever entertaining herself, out in the garden once I could see her sitting on a kind of old seat once belonged to a horse waggon...no a little bench for her to sit on. She looked like she talked to someone and I smiled and thought she had made up a fantasy friend, many children do that.
When I a bit later called for her to eat she asked if her friend could come with her...of course I said yes!
It took some time and then she came, a bit sad..he didn't want to come she said. Well may be he will another time I said...and then while we ate I asked about her friend and became surprised she described an old man in very old fashioned clothes....she told me he live here too she said and smiled.
Some months later we threw away the old bench while clearing up in garden and lawn...bought her a new in plastic ....and she lost her friend.
She still remembers him...and she told she missed him a lot when he dissapeared.
