HAPPY HALLOWEEN

TL HAPPY HALLOWEEN 10-31One of the oldest ghost stories around is the story of Theorosa.  Have you heard of Theorosa’s Bridge in Valley Center, KS?  I grew up just a few miles from there.  You can stand on the bridge and summon the ghost of Theorosa – or so they say.  Stand on the bridge and call out …  THEOROSA… THEOROSA..  I HAVE YOUR BABY.  They say if you say that 3 times in a row, she will appear.  I would not go there alone…  especially at night.   Jus’ sayin’…theo-900x456

Theorosa’s Bridge was originally made of iron and wood. It burned down in 1974 and was then rebuilt. In 1976, fire again destroyed the structure and it was closed for 15 years.  It used to be a pretty ol’ bridge.untitled

In 1991 the road leading up to Theorosa’s Bridge was reopened and the bridge was rebuilt as a concrete structure.  I took a few photos for my own archives and to share with you today.

I caught some images of a pretty field close to the bridge:img_1550img_1549Most of our trees still have green leaves.  A few are just beginning to turn though.  It finally stopped raining every day, so maybe it will dry up now and get a little cooler.  We’ve had temperatures in the 90’s during the day with cooler temps in the morning.  It’s sweater weather, but not quite time for hoodies.img_1544img_1541img_1542img_1543

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Sadly, the new concrete bridge lacks the character of the old iron one.  It’s functional; however, the profanity and other graffiti that covers every inch of it, frankly embarrasses me.  People from all over the country come here because of the legend and to experience paranormal activity.  For them to see such a disgraceful sight makes my heart sink.  I suppose I can rest easier knowing the words are at least spelled correctly.  Well, most of them…  lol.

Gather ’round boys and girls.  I’m going to tell you the story of Theorosa.

Theorosa was a Native America woman.  According to the legend, she and a white settler had an illegitimate baby.  Theorosa felt such disgrace and shame that she dropped the baby into Jester Creek and drowned it.  Then Theorosa was so overcome with grief and felt so guilty about killing the baby, she hurled herself into the water and drowned.untitled-2Theorosa can be heard crying at the bridge sometimes.  Don’t tell her you have the baby or she will come up out of the water and attack you!  Balls of light float over the bridge.  Sometimes cars stall or shake while parked on or near the bridge.  People have reported feeling cold spots and they say the weather conditions are drastically different at the bridge than anywhere else in the area.

I don’t have any unusual or peculiar happenings to report personally – but – I was there in broad daylight.  It was not Friday the 13th, but a day much like other autumn days in Kansas.

If you decide to cross Jester Creek on Theorosa’s Bridge, you’d better not do it alone.  In our modern world, of course…  you take your video camera – and post the results on You Tube!  Well, DUH!

Here are some You Tube videos I found:

I did find this account online, if you dare to read it.  LOL!  http://www.angelsghosts.com/theorosas_bridge_ghost_story

Well – it’s a fun story to tell anyway…  have a happy Halloween!  🙂

 

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MEMORIES OF HALLOWEEN

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When I was a kid, we had so much fun at the church Halloween parties!  One year I even helped the youth group set up a haunted house in the parsonage!  It wasn’t really that scary – but the old Victorian-style house lent itself to become a haunted house – and we did a good job making some interesting vignettes using pumpkins and black lights.  OK, we bought some of those really gross masks to use too.

It was a different time then – it was unheard of back then to think anyone would insert a razor blade into an apple – or other horrendous things that happen in today’s world.  I was blessed to live in a time when Halloween was just fun!  The world today is crazy and sick, but today I want to go back in time for just a little while.

We in NO WAY gave glory to the evil one…  quite the opposite!  When people came into our “haunted house” which was not really haunted – they left with a lovely tract that talked about the Savior of the world – Jesus Christ!  We will not know this side of heaven how many people may have actually been helped by us – but it’s not our job to keep track.  It’s our job to find opportunities to minister in any creative way we can.  It’s much like the popular TRUNK OR TREAT that many churches participate in today.

In 1967 I was Raggedy Ann.  The costume was not too bad, but who remembers those masks???  You couldn’t see or breathe – both of which come in handy, even when you’re six years old!  My dad and I were clowns in 1968 – and again, I wore the weird, suffocating mask!

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The black dress I wore with the witch costume belonged to my mom.  Granny LaVella made it for her, and with her blessing, she passed it to me for the costume!  The red skirt I wore as gypsy Lou was made of a very heavy material and blocked the night air beautifully – that and I wore long johns underneath it.  Granny also made it for my mom.  Funny thing is, when mom wore this dress and skirt, they were knee-length on her – on me they were floor length!

Of all the memories I hold dear, the best one is of my parents being involved in my life.  They always made sure I was  warm underneath those costumes because sometimes it got pretty cold out there.  And we walked around the neighborhood – house to house.

When we got home and dumped out our bags, we found some good stuff!  Mrs. Guffy down the street always made homemade popcorn balls for us.  Mrs. Hale made sure we all got a full size Hershey bar – a full size one!

The Verboom’s made sure we got to go trick-or-treating in a neighborhood in Valley Center, a small town about 5 miles north of Wichita.  Our parents were involved in our lives – big time!

Here’s a cute cartoon from 1929, directed by the great Walt Disney himself.  Enjoy!

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What was your favorite costume???  I liked being a witch – but only because I got to use make-up instead of wearing a mask.  I also liked the cool fake fingernails – long and scary – but hardly practical – LOL!!!  Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

DAY TRIPPIN’ AROUND KANSAS

DAY TRIPPIN' AROUND KANSAS

Is it silly to want to take a trip out to Applejack Pumpkin Patch if you don’t have small children with you?  Can I tell you a secret???  I’ve never actually been to a pumpkin patch before.  I suppose it’s because I don’t have kids – but the second part of that secret is…  I’ve always wanted to visit a pumpkin patch!  It just looks like a lot of fun!  Having fun is not a sin – last time I checked.

So, this photo, taken just outside of the Applejack Pumpkin Patch is of my friend, Susan.  She posted it on facebook and I wanted to post it here today.  I love it when my Wichita friends post their day trips (even though I think she was technically on the job – which explains the vest).  I appreciate her giving me permission to share it with you.

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Susan & the giant Minion Hay Bale… LOL!!!

I’m so thankful she posted this because we drove past it on the way to an antique store just a few days ago – and did I have my camera???  Well of course I didn’t!!!  I was kicking myself from that moment on.  I even suggested we take another trip just to get a photo of this.  That idea was not met with a great deal of enthusiasm, to say the least.  :-/

Applejack Pumpkin Patch is in Augusta, Kansas.  They have a facebook page:  https://www.facebook.com/Applejack-Pumpkin-Patch-306961532736120/

There are scheduled activities and loads of fun for everyone (even the childless – well – probably).  I may not have kids – but I feel as though I’m still a kid myself…  for better or worse!

I’ve seen bales of hay made into a lot of different things – I must admit this is the first Minion I’ve seen – how creative is that?  Usually we see hay bales made into  jack-O-Lanterns…  you know, painted orange with the scary black face – that’s usually what we see.

Susan’s husband posted that if she had her way, Susan would take this giant Minion hay bale home with her and put it in their front yard.  I replied by saying, “She would be fighting ME for it – LOL!!!”  In reality, could you imagine either one of us – or both of us together – lifting that thing???  I’d say the argument is moot at best, wouldn’t you?

If you would like more information about Applejack Pumpkin Patch, click on this link:  http://applejackpumpkinpatch.com/activities/

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I enjoy living in Kansas, especially this time of year!  We have a lot of farms, which means we have tons of corn mazes, apple festivals, fall harvest celebrations and of course, pumpkin patches!  Now, we apparently have added a giant Minion hay bale to the list.  Does it get any better than that?  I think not!  Wink!  😉

 

HALLOWEEN

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10-31 COSTUMES, MASKS & MAKE-UP
I would not call it a fear… but I’m very uncomfortable around people who are dressed in costumes, wearing masks or who are heavily made up. I like to look a person in the eye because I believe that old saying is true:

The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man’s intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye. – Hiram Powers

When I’m communicating with someone, I like to be able to look them in the eye. To judge a reaction you need to be able to see a person’s eyes. I guess the “fake” happiness that clowns have just creeps me out. I mean, doesn’t a clown ever have a really bad day? Do they have to be SO happy all the time?

When I was little, my parents took me to the North Pole. No, not the real North Pole, but to an amusement park in Colorado that had a North Pole theme. They told me I’d “get” to go see Santa – and I cried. I’m probably the only kid in the world who cried when told they were going to see Santa. My poor parents – they had a weirdo child.

If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.
– unknown

To be a real friend, lose the costume, mask and make-up. Just be yourself.    🙂

I miss the good ol’ days when kids could dress up like Bugs Bunny and be safe.

Here are some photos of my Halloween memories.

Happy Halloween!  Boo to You!  🙂