New Work
There’s a ghost tour in the little town where my mom lives. It’s a historic little town which, apparently is very haunted. There’s a story about an artist whose studio was haunted by someone who was mischievous… who would move things around and hide things. One day, the artist got fed up and yelled at the ghost and told it to leave. The next day, the artist came back to find all her paintings lined up nicely and all her paints organized. She never had a ghost visit again. I think she hurt the ghost’s feelings.
Anyhow. I thought of this story when I painted this…
As long as they are friendly, ghosts can be fun. I have a ghost haunting my residence.
My town, Portland, Maine, also has a ghost tour every year.
My girlfriend lived for a time in one of the haunted buildings. She never saw anything outre though. (A nice old brick apartment building on State Street. The ghost was viewed as a perk rather than as a detriment – supposedly a woman is sometimes seen sitting at one of the windows, looking out into the street.) I never saw the ghost either.
The Auld Grump
The ghost tidied up an artist’s home and art and art supplies? How dastardly! It would have taken WEEKS to get the mess back to being juuuust right.
I’m guessing the ghost had been a Certified Public Accountant when alive. (Or, as alive as a CPA can be.)
OK, ok, before anyone says it, yes – my ghost would end up in at least one locker room. Sue me. ::smirk::
The question is not whether ghosts can be fun, but whether they can have fun.
The ghost is trying to buy chili con carne because she needs to eat more meat. Look at her, she looks absolutely pale.
Pete: I’m glad to see you’re doing better. I hope you stay on top of it; arrhythmia doesn’t happen for no reason. And your CPA comment calls to mind our company’s general counsel. His desk is absolutely trashed, but if you ask him for a certain document, he knows just where to find it.
And late yesterday, I asked if UC Slug = UC Santa Cruz (Banana Slugs). I’ll take Jack’s answer as a “yes.”
I’ll say this: if you eat Hormel chilli chances are you WILL end up dead!
Squid… oooooo…..tell us more!
Grump…. it sounds intriguing… it’d be fun to know more about the lady in the window. Is she waiting for a cab? Is she waiting for doorbell diner? a man-friend?
Pete… Ha! CPA ghosts would, what, fudge numbers on your bank account? Check book? … and yah… meddling in the affairs of artists will get paint on your… oh, ghosts don’t have shoes.
Grey… Ha! THat’d be funny… open your locker and the ghost comes out complaining about shoe smell and old towels…
Mary… fun ghosts are always welcome… mischievousness is sometimes a problem though. I worked at an office that had one of those… you were always looking for that piece of paper you left right on your desk!
Yat… Ha… Pale… darnright see-thru! And yes, UC-Slug = UC Santa Cruz (or in Randie’s case, UC St. Cruz).
Dada… Hormel is SO not top of the line. It will, indeed, ghost you!
Ghosts, schmosts.
I never took the tour, not real certain, but I belive that it was supposed to be the ghost of a woman that died while waiting for her man to return from the sea. He came back two months after she died of influenza, around 1911, I think. There was an article on it in the now-ghosted-itself Casco Bay Weekly free newspaper, but my issue is now lost in myriad travels.
Jackie, my girlfriend, might know more – I will e-mail her and ask. (She lives over two hundred miles away.)
But she does not claim to have seen the ghost – who was usually seen in the second floor window. Jackie and her sister were one floor up and off to the side from there.
Not connected to anything much, her landlady, while she lived there, was a beautician for the local funeral home. The funeral home itself has now closed its doors, and the once stately Victorian street clock that stands outside has fallen into disrepair.
The Auld Grump
I admit I’m skeptical about ghosts. Probably the only “haunted” place I can think of that I’ve been to is the Mansfield Reformatory in Mansfield, OH – a magnificent former prison that’s since become well-known as a movie prop (it’s where The Shawshank Redemption was filmed).
So many ghosts don’t seem to have any purpose. Having one that would clean and organize my house would be welcome any time!
EofO… an unbeliever?
Grump… keep us posted. (and ghosted newspaper organizations make me sad… all the ghosts of reporters past shaking their heads trying to write stories… hmm sounds like a good comic graphic novel idea…).
Anyhow… waiting for her man to return from a voyage… forever waiting. How sad.
uwg…. My dad was from Mansfield, OH. I’ve not been to the Prison. But I’ve driven passed the tree… it was damaged not that long ago.
fuse… Ha… merry maid ghosts welcome!