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FEBRUARY 11, 2013 7:08AM

The Ghost at my Job...IISTG p98

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” Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.”
Richard Harris Barham


We packed everything we had and made the 1600+ miles north.
The drive was remarkable.

It was August, so the lush green of summer accompanied us all the way to the beautiful Green Mountain State where Mel would work and finally New Hampshire where we would live..TAX FREE (or we would die… that is what we were threatened). Mel and I had always been content to be in each other’s company. You’d have to be with OVER 1600 miles to fill in the gaps. After 6 years you’d think we would be tired with each other, but incredibly, not.

Have you ever taken a trip with someone you have absolutely nothing in common with? Or worse, too much . You fight every other county because both of you know it all.


No, Mel and I…we were kindreds and we knew how to do this. The trick is, to ask your partner everything about a part of their life they loved the most, miss the most, you know the drill. That way when it’s your turn for attention, the other person doesn’t mind.

For Mel, it was the Coast Guard and that is what we talked about the entire trip. As it went, we never really did get to talk about me. But then, she’d have to talk about art, independent movies, cuisine. No, none of that appealed to her. Art was “Buffy” posters, movies were anything with blood and guns before the opening credits and cuisine was meat and potatoes and nothing else oh..but gravy. So, really, I didn’t miss it all that much.

We anchored at the little hotel across from the White River Junction VA where Mel would work in the anesthesia department. It was fun for the two weeks, the cat hated it, but it was very comfortable and Mel was home in 3 minutes.

The Veteran’s Administration in Vermont was the most charming facility ,it was atop a grassy hill and had several other buildings. All of them were really houses from days gone, the main facility was newer but equally as charming, with a colonial look.

We spent our evenings excited about our future, promising what sites we were going to see. Planning what house we would live in. We found that house in a little town called Claremont.

The state had a clever license plate phrase “Live Free or Die". That had to do with NO Taxes. But still, there were some. However, you could buy a car in New Hampshire and not pay taxes. There also were no sales taxes. Yes I said taxes three times in one paragraph. Help me!

Mel immediately got a doctor to prescribe my meds, so that didn’t work out as planned as I was hoping this would be my opportunity to be free of them and I also immediately got work. First for an Electrical Firm at Dartmouth and then a little architectural firm in Enfield known for the Shaker Museum. And guess what? The firm was in a Shaker building. The haunted one where the father killed his children. Ahhh history filled with so much joy and fun.

The job I got was to go to Salem Mass and measure the Hawthorne Hotel. Also haunted and the home to several Bewitched episodes.

The rooms were glorious, each one different – designed by a boat maker! And the rooms reflected this originality.

They were redoing the entire building and I was to measure each room, draw it in AutoCAD and make a presentable package for the renovation bid. I was given a suite, food and total access to every room. But they were mostly taken by tourists so I had to measure when they were not in the rooms. And the empty ones I measured at night.

It was a lot of fun. But at night – that was another thing.

They only had one elevator and at night, the first night, it acted up. I went to the lobby and asked the desk clerk. It was around 1am. She explained that during the night, the elevator will keep trying to go to the top floor. They had maintenance in to look at it repeatedly and finally gave up.

The desk clerk told a story of a wedding that had occurred there some 60 years earlier. During the reception the flower girl disappeared. After an hour or so, she was found dead on the top floor. The bride found her and jumped to her own death. I have no idea how true the story was, but all my bravado could not get me up to that top floor when it was dark.

After the completion of the project, the owner of the firm hired me full time. The day I started, he asked me to ask Mel to not call him and bother him for money on the Hawthorne Project. But she didn’t listen, and I came into work the second day, he handed me the check and said “This just isn’t going to work out”

Another job lost because Mel and I were partners, lovers, and Mel looked butch enough to confirm it. And she just couldn't wait for the money.

I was so embarrassed for Mel; I called her up and gave her some crazy reason for my no longer working there. I could never bear to hurt her feelings.

A strange thing happened on the heels of that job.

 

 

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Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it? Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!

 

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The Hawthorne is a great old hotel. My daughter was married there. We heard it was haunted and it was featured on Ghost Hunters, but no one in our group had an experience. R
Love this.
I'm trying Open again, as well, this morning.
it's Salem, dear lady.
I don't reveal this to everyone, but..my blood ancestor
Roger Conant helped to found Salem, MASS.
Salem.

Hawthorne! like, as in, the great writer?
good guy. read his stuff.
"
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
1851

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
~
lady, I am learning THIS:
'if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!
Gerald
When was that, perhaps I was there at the same time.
Jon
I am still keeping OurSalon as my primary sight. I have gotten used to the irst hand attention and I really love the company.
Lorianne has done a bang up job and I want to see it become a huge success. Did you watch the little commercial I have at the end of my post?
James
I knew it...finally it comes out. I was certain you had ancestry involved in something mystical and fun.
Beautiful pictures to tell a winding story.... Soooo good to see you back. I have also loved Our Salon and its hominess...gonna continue to read there as well. J
I also love long car rides. Don't mind them by myself but they're much more enjoyable when you're with someone you can talk to. Sometimes the ride's more fun than the destination.

This is a fascinating story and I'm looking forward to more but - weren't you angry with Willie for what she did, causing you to lose a job you loved? I would think that could cause a major rift in a relationship.
Brazen
Yes, I LOVE OurSalon. Lorianne has done an unbelievable job of keepint this tigh knit community together. Today the chat line was all abuzz about "Poor Woman".
No One has heard from her in a month and everyone is worried.
Where else could we have such a caring community? It was a warm feeling knowing if I don't show up after a while someone will care.
But the reader base for this story started here, so I need to carry through and then end it here.
Margaret
Of course I was. It was really my fault that she didn't feel my anger because I would just let it go thinking "next time" I will do things differently. As the story continues, you will be shocked at WHY she did these things.
That hotel elevator would be mighty convenient for inebriated guests who are too wasted to push the right floor button. Book 'em a room on the top floor.

Nice commercial.
[r] what a great writer u r!!! best, libby
I have changed all the posts to the REAL names of the people, i.e.Willie is no Mel, Mandee is now Candee,