Sunday, March 29, 2015

Is My New Puppy Going to Hell?

Aunt Belle visited this week, and I'll have several ghost stories for you in the next blog. However, this one was already written, so I can't let it go to waste.
Tuffy, March 2015
Let me tell you right up front: No, Tuffy, the new puppy, isn't going to hell. What made me think of this topic was that he has somehow found and chewed up two bibles in the past couple weeks! So my devious mind worked its way around to a couple things. One was the rules we were taught when I was a little girl about how to take care of the Bibles we received in Sunday School.
We were taught to treat our Bibles with true reverence. We were to take care of them, not tear any of the pages, and keep them clean. One thing I remember clearly is that we were never to put another book on top of our Bible. To this day, I never allow any other book to lie on any Bibles in my possession. In my office, I keep a Bible open to certain verses in Revelations. These are verses regarding malevolent entities such as Satan and how they will be dealt with. My sister, Annie, was a great help with these. I feel guilty sometimes, though, because once in a while my cats will crawl across that Bible and there are some tears on the pages. However, I use scotch tape to repair them, because this is the Bible I want open in here.
The other was what we do when we do house cleansings. We sometimes ask our client what their religious preference is, and that's the type of prayers we will use during our cleansing. Most of our clients are Christian, so we will use Christian prayers, although prayers are somewhat similar across most denominations. At times, if the client is Catholic, our crew member Floyd, who does the blessing behind the rest of us, will even use Latin. We haven't had any non-Christian clients up until now, but I can imagine we will in the future have Jewish, Wiccan, or other faiths of clients. If we do, we'll try to accommodate them.
So you can perhaps see why my mind went down the trail of what poor Tuffy's punishment would be for tearing up those Bibles.
One of the Bibles Tuffy Destroyed
I keep several Bibles around for clients, in case they have a particularly troublesome ghost and I feel they might need that deeper protection. Now, though, I am going to have to put those up higher, to keep them from the sharp puppy teeth. I can't figure out why on earth Tuffy chose the Bibles from among the dozens and dozens of others books that are on shelves within his reach. Puzzling. Any thoughts from y'all on that?
I am still working hard on Silent Prey. However, I’m also hoping to get Living With Dead Folks, Volume Three, up next week. Angela is going to put both Aunt Belle and me on this cover. It will be so cool.
I’m also working on an author page for Facebook. That's turning out to be interesting. I'm not much of a techno nerd.
Some of my crew and I are also in the midst of getting ready to host the wonderful medium, John Cappello, at the Beckham Hotel on April 10. I was very happy to find such a deep interest in having John do a Spirit Gallery at the hotel, since I've known him for years. John is an excellent medium and I'm very glad to introduce him to more people. The event page is on Facebook at I'd love to meet some of my area Facebook friends at this.
I hope Spring is springing where y'all are. We've had a totally wet and rainy March, and those in the know are predicting that our bluebonnets will be wonderful this year. I'm planning to get out and take some more pictures, maybe some with Tuffy in them.
Texas Bluebonnets
Stay safe, and….
T. M.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Friday the 13th Ghost

Surrounded by Ghosts

Sometimes I wonder why I encounter a lot more ghosts than most people do. Then I find myself around other sensitive people and realize they, too, experience many more paranormal incidents than the rest of the population.
Still, I get startled now and then, as I was this past Friday the 13th. I took Barney down to his appointment at the heart doctor for some tests, grabbing my Kindle to get in some scarce reading time while he was in with the technician. I was sitting there engrossed in a book when up above my reading glasses, I saw a large, dark, man-sized shadow glide down the aisle between two rows of chairs. Maybe glide isn't the right word; the shadow went rather quickly, as though the man was walking purposely, in a hurry to get somewhere.
It was definitely human-shaped and rather tall, since I saw the shadow go across the back wall in the seating area, well above the heads of the patients sitting there waiting their turn. For some reason, I got the impression it was a doctor, perhaps because the shape appeared to be wearing a lab coat. But then, there's also a lab for drawing blood on that same floor, so maybe it was someone from there, or to be correct, "used to work there."
I immediately laid my Kindle on my lap and stared around, trying to see if there was anyone in the room behind me dressed like that, anyone who could have cast that shadow. There wasn't. In fact, there really wasn't any sort of light the "man" could have crossed in front of to leave that sort of shadow. There were two offices on this floor, one in front of me, one behind me. When patients were called into these offices and stood up to go in the doors, none of them ever cast a shadow, so I was certain this was a ghost.
I decided to open myself and see if he needed some help, I did indeed get the feeling it was a man, not a woman, and a ghost, not a spirit. He felt confused and a bit startled that I was trying to make contact with him. It was one of those situations where the ghost stood back and looked at me in astonishment, not knowing what to do next.
I mentally contacted him and said, Yes, I can see you. You need to cross into the light, where you'll find peace and contentment.
He still didn't "answer" me, just stood there in surprise. Again, I mentally repeated what I'd said, and this time, although he didn't respond in words, I received the impression he did want to cross into the light.
I had to think a minute to orientate myself as to the directions around me, since we were in the basement of the building. However, I quickly identified east (behind me), and mentally opened a door there. I've told ghosts many times that they really don't need me to open the door into the light for them; it's always there. Still, it's usually a lot easier for them to believe me and cross over if I do a door that is visual to them.
He gave me this grateful look, and a second later, I felt the breeze on my face as he passed me on his way to the door. There was, of course, no way a breeze could infiltrate this enclosed room in the basement of a building, so I had no doubt it was this ghost passing by me. As usual, I sensed some others following him. There always seem to be quite a few souls wandering around a medical facility.
Oh, and I also "heard" him say, "Thank you and goodbye."
I dug in my purse to find a piece of paper and a pen. You'd think with me being a writer, I'd always have stuff like that with me. But I swear the pens take off in pairs to go procreate somewhere I'll never find them! I did succeed at last, and made some notes so I could write my blog. On the way home later, Barney had to dig into my purse for something and he happened across the note I'd stuck in there.
He frowned and said, "Friday the 13th Ghost?" Then he just said, "Oh," and put it back.
As I started writing this blog, I also found myself contemplating my first sentence. I don't go out and read the reviews on my books too often, but now and then, if I'm doing some promotion that requires a certain number of reviews on the book, I'm stick my nose into them. My books all have a 4+ star rating on Amazon, and I love that. But I still see one of those reviews now and then that insinuates I'm not truthful in my diaries <sigh>. I've even had other paranormal investigators leave reviews that pretty much say my experiences are false because they never had anything like that happen to them. (Can anyone say "calling someone a liar?") Poor supposed investigators (not). These types of reviews used to upset me, but I changed my mind about that a long time ago. I don't really feel sorry for them; I just shake my head and go on appreciating the wonderful gift I have.
Guess what? I actually got some good writing done this week! Silent Prey is quickly turning into a written book. It's amazing how my mood lifts when I'm getting some real writing done. After I finish this blog, I'll be taking the new chapters I have to my bi-weekly critique meeting to get some input from fellow writers.
I've also been working on a couple events for my favorite hotel, the Beckham Hotel. The wonderful medium, John Cappello, is going to be doing aura photography and a gallery at the hotel on April 10, 2015. The aura photography will be from 4-5:30 p.m. John will rest after that but be back from 7:00-9:00 p.m. for the gallery. You probably know what a gallery is, but if not: There is an audience of people, and at the Beckham, it will of course be in the beautiful ballroom. Rather than one-on-one readings, John will pass on messages to audience members, messages he received from Spirit. John is an awesome medium, as well as just a really nice person. I'm so looking forward to this. I'll be setting up an event on Facebook for those friends of mine who are close enough and want to attend this wonderful occasion.
I've also nearly gotten the speaker slots filled for the Beckham Spirt Fest on October 3, 2015. This, too, is going to be a dynamite event. I'll be passing on more information very soon on that.
In the meantime, enjoy the spring that is on the way, and ….
T. M.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Rascally Ghosts

I know, I know. I missed my every-two-weeks deadline for my blog. It was due last weekend. However, I have a legitimate (to me) reason, and hope this longer blog this week will help make up for my tardiness. This is the reason for the delay:
Tuffy 8 weeks
Although I showed him to you in the last blog, I haven't detailed how we acquired this little furbaby. A week before we lost our beloved Bonnie, my son Kelly got himself a puppy. The operative word here is "himself." Kelly stays in his camper in our backyard, for his privacy, and we were fine with him getting a puppy for company. Best laid plans and all that. A week after we lost Bonnie, Kelly came down with that wicked flu. Since he didn't want us to catch it, he stayed in the camper and I made trip after trip out there to keep him fed and help him get well. And guess what happened to the puppy? That's not even a hard question.
Since son was afraid he wouldn't be able to take care of him, Mommy also stepped in to care for the little guy, whom son named Tuffy. He is now our house puppy, because by the time Kelly was well, Tuffy had bonded with me. At first, he was Tippy, due to the little white tips on his paws. But that didn't fit at all once we started seeing his personality. Whew! Sometimes I think we should have called him Rocket Man, since he's so full of energy. I haven't had a puppy in the house for 13-1/2 years. I'd forgotten what a mess they can make:

Tuffy 12 weeks
Tuffy's saving grace — well, one of them — is that he gives us back much more love than the trouble and mess he causes.
So on to the blog. I did have one nearly ready to post last week, but when I realized my computer was slowing down, I decided to shove some files over onto my backup hard drive. Well, that backup drive wasn't listed! Where did it go? Ah-ha! I thought it was so cute that Tuffy loved to lay beneath my desk while I was working. I'd forgotten about puppy teeth and the need to gnaw! Luckily, hub was able to repair the gnawed-through wires and get me back up and running. I've now moved all the wires up onto the desk, even though it's quite the mess. However, that keeps them out of reach of puppy teeth. There's also a lot of other stuff placed high up in the house, like the bucket of pine cones by our fireplace.
Now, really on to the blog. Here's what I had ready, as well as a lot more to help reward my loyal readers.
I admonish everyone to discipline the ghosts they encounter, including myself. However, once in a while one of those here in my house gets a little bit impish. That happened one night a couple weeks ago in my bedroom.
I always think circles around any occurrence, especially if it happens when I'm sleeping, or trying to go to sleep. It's just too easy for anyone, myself included, to mistake an incident when we are in the twilight zone of drifting off to sleep as something paranormal. But this happened more than once, and I was wide awake after the first incident.
Since my husband, Barney, is disabled, he has a hospital bed and I sleep in my queen bed next to him. Frequently, Barney will tap me on my leg and say goodnight just before he lies down. This night, I was lying there nearly asleep when I felt what I thought was him doing that. It was a definite thump on my leg, just above my knee. I waited for him to say, "Goodnight, I love you," but there was only silence.
I sat up and looked around. Barney was already in bed, with his back to me. He had forgotten to tell me goodnight that evening.”
“Are you awake?” I asked.
“I am now,” he said. “What do you want?”
“I just felt someone tap my leg like you usually do at night. But no one told me goodnight.”
“That’s happened to me a couple times lately,” he said. “Guess it’s one of your ghosts.”
“Guess so,” I said. “Goodnight, love you.”
“Night, love you.”
I don’t know why he and both my sons call them “my” ghosts, but they do. And if this one was mine, it sure was picking on me. I started to drift off to sleep again, and … you guessed it. Someone tapped my leg once more!
“Hey,” I whispered, so I wouldn’t disturb Barney again. (He can get cranky if he loses too much sleep.) “Quit that! I need my sleep.”
Just to be rascally, the ghost did it again! Although it was cute, I knew better than to let it get by with disobeying me. Ghosts can wreak quite a bit of havoc if their antics aren't nipped in the bud immediately when they start acting up.
"If you want to stay here," I threatened, this time in a harsh whisper, "quit messing with my sleep! I can banish you and you'll have to go roam somewhere else where you'll probably be pretty darned lonesome!"
You know how sometimes a puppy will tease you by taking a little nip just before it does obey you after you tell it no? Well, I felt another little tap on my leg, then heard someone chuckling. It was an adult, not a child, so it was probably one of my resident ghosts.
Otherwise, it’s been the same at the house lately. I feel them frequently but don’t pay much attention. We did have some company for a few days; Barney’s sister, Ellen, and her boyfriend, Gary, came for a visit from Ohio. I kept waiting for Teddy to show himself to Gary in the guest bathroom, since Teddy loves to mess with any male who comes in there, but nothing happened. Nor did any of the other ghosts here bother them, although several times I felt them near when we were sitting around visiting.
We also had some awesome fun over in St. Francisville, Louisiana, on Valentine's weekend. Yes, that’s where the Myrtles Plantation is located, and yes, we did go by there. Two of my crew, Sarah and Floyd Brigdon, went with me, as well as our friend Karla Lang and her husband Jerry and daughter Annie. We all piled in on my friend, Dianna Miller, who lives just north of St. Francisville. She was a perfect and fun hostess! We had a wonderful time.
None of the others in our group had ever seen the Myrtles, so we drove over there our first day, prior to an investigation we had planned. We did take the tour inside the house. It was enjoyable and interesting, although the tour guide wasn't allowed to take us upstairs. None of us caught anything paranormal on our photos, but we have a record of the downstairs to remember what we saw, as well as lots of other pictures of us on the plantation grounds.
The Myrtles Feb. 2015
The Myrtles Side View Feb. 2015
Crew on Myrtles Steps
Barney and Me
Me, Dianna, Barney
Annie, Jerry, Karla
Floyd and Sarah
Myrtles Courtyard
Mighty Mississippi River
Enjoying wonderful food at the
Magnolia Cafe in St. Francisville
We ended up actually doing two short investigations that weekend. The one already planned was in downtown St. Franscisville at a beautiful old house built in the 1880’s.

We did talk with several ghosts there, all either male former inhabitants of the home or friends of the men who lived there. We might have caught some interaction with one of the female former residents, but we haven’t reviewed our evidence thoroughly yet.
The most interesting thing that happened was when one of the crew discovered a blood spot on Anna Lee's dress. I totally forget who discovered this, but it fascinated us.
There was a child's chair in the dining room where we first set up, and someone had the neat idea of sitting our trigger object doll in the chair and taking some photos of her. I guess we thought perhaps she would attract a small child, who might show up in one of the pictures. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, but while everyone was photographing Anna Lee, someone said, "Hey, there's something on her dress."
Upon examination, it appeared to be a blood spot. We have numerous pictures of Anna Lee, since we've used her in investigations for a couple years now. There is no blood spot (if that's what it is) in any of the other pictures. I'm also pretty careful with her. She sits up on my dresser in my office, or on the daybed, when we aren't using her. When we transport her, she has a tote bag that protects her.
Where did the blood spot come from? We have no idea. Perhaps she got it from one of the ghosts she encountered, but I haven't heard that ghosts bleed. However, I do know that, if they are developed enough, they can cause things that are hard to happen that are hard to explain. Perhaps this was another rascally ghost who wanted us to know he or she had visited. No, I won't be washing the dress. We'll keep the spot as a reminder of our trip.
Anna Lee in Chair
Bloodspot on Dress
While we were investigating this beautiful home, a lady who was a friend of the owners came by to join us. When we were packing up to leave, she asked us to come by her home the next evening. We agreed to do so, if possible. Indeed, the following evening, we realized we had time to go over there.
The house was a one and a half story home, surrounded by woods.

There was a ravine on the right side of the structure, and we were told there used to be a trailer on the other side of it. The woman’s son had evidently had quite an intense experience there, which bothered him so much he refused to go there again. When we asked about that experience, we met a blank wall, though. It wasn't something they were willing to talk about.
At this home, we communicated for a while with the owner’s deceased mother, and eventually got her to cross into the light. She was one of those ghosts who didn't go through the light when she first died, and she was really confused and afraid. It took us quite a while to calm her down and make her realize that she actually could still cross over; that she belonged on the other side. And most importantly to her and a lot of other ghosts we encounter, we told her that, once she crossed over, she could indeed come back to visit. Eventually, she went into the light, and I'm very certain that was the best thing for her.
There was also quite a bit of activity in an upper story bedroom, which was that half-story on the house and was reached via the outside stairwell in the photo. There were several ghosts there, and Anna Lee, our flashlights and KII's flashed continuously. One was the ghost of a young boy and another a young man in his early twenties. As soon as I pointed the ghosts to the door I had already opened in the east, most of them went through with no problem. As happens sometimes, we felt the wind stirred up from their passage. The owners and their children, who were up there with their parents' permission, were in awe. We were inside a closed room, with no doors or windows open, so there was no reason for the breeze we all felt.
However, the young boy and young man didn't want to go. They continued to communicate for quite a while, keeping the equipment flashing. Eventually, though, I got them to cross over. I'm convinced that part of the reason they kept lingering was that they were enjoying the interaction with us. When I realized this, I ended the session, and as we gathered up the equipment, I felt them go.
On reflection, as I do after an investigation and also as I'm writing my blog, I came to the conclusion that ghosts who have been dead for a while are easier to cross. I'm not sure why, although my feeling is that they are tired of roaming around and the promise of peace and contentment from someone who assures them they can still go into the light convinces them. The hardest ones to cross over are small children and souls who haven't been dead very long. The children are, of course, desperately confused and afraid. At times like this, I'm glad to have my crew member Sarah along. She's really good with the children.
The ghosts who are newly dead are also confused and sometimes afraid. However, it's a rare one of these who won't cross over after we explain things to them. I believe that's because they were adults when they died, and they are more accepting of death. They know it comes to everyone. However, perhaps they really didn't believe in an afterlife … or were not totally convinced it existed. Yet when they find themselves now a soul with no body encumbering them, they are amenable to the rationale that they will be better off completing the journey by going into the light. Most of them know about the light, and it's somewhat easy to get adults to go into it as soon as we can get them to acknowledge it.
All in all, it was a really fun and fascinating weekend with friends, and both living and deceased acquaintances.
As far as writing goes, I hate to admit it, but I didn’t get much done the past couple weeks. I do promise to work harder, especially on Silent Prey. I feel somewhat good about the writing, though, since I was able to squeeze out time to work on the opening story for Ghost Hunting Diary Volume VI. I also want to get Living With Dead Folks, Volume Three, up in March. That won't take a long time, just concentration on the various formats I need before I upload to the various sites. Of course, I need to have Angela do one of her nifty covers.
One time sink (which I enjoy) is doing things for the Beckham Hotel. We had another crew in for an overnight investigation the weekend after we got back from St. Francisville. It was one of those strange, "dead" investigations that happen from time to time. Although we had some activity in the lobby, where Floyd and I camped out to stay out of the way of the other crew, that crew didn't believe they caught much on their equipment at all. This has happened one other time at our hotel, and it was unfortunate for this team that they came on that particular night. However, they are an experienced team, and they know things like this occur. They plan to come back and try again.
We have begun planning the second annual Beckham Spirit Fest, set for October 3, 2015. There's already an awesome lineup of speakers for this year. A few are repeat speakers but with different topics. Others are new for our Spirit Fest, and I believe they will be truly interesting to our visitors. All, of course, will be pertinent to the paranormal. As soon as we get everyone confirmed, I'll set up an event on Facebook.
And here February is already gone. Looking back, it really was a fun, busy month. I hope your February was cool, too.
T. M.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Your First Time

  Did the title get your attention? It means something different than you might think. I'm talking about the first time you realized there actually was another dimension out there, one where ghosts and spirits roam. Perhaps the first time you ever experienced a ghost.

  I had an awesome experience a couple weeks ago that reminded me of this. SRT hosted an overnight event at the fantastic Beckham Hotel, which we called Friends and Family Night. It was geared toward people who had never been on a paranormal investigation before, and we hoped to show them actual interactions with ghosts.
  Our expectations — and we believe, theirs — were totally fulfilled.
  All SRT team members have varying degrees of the Sixth Sense. Some of us have stronger auditory abilities, some stronger clairvoyance abilities, and we all have at least a touch of the other sensitivities associated with being able to communicate with the paranormal realm. We've all also developed those abilities over the years and respect what we are able to do. Our ideal investigation is to have only our team members present and just use our senses to chat with the other dimension. These days, we seldom get to do that, but times when we are able to get away by ourselves and remember what we are all about are special to us.
  However, when we bring along other people who are unfamiliar with the paranormal, we've found the best way to prove to them that we are indeed able to talk to ghosts and communicate with the paranormal realm is with some of the equipment people are used to seeing on TV. Not that our investigations are anything like those fake on-air ones, but that's a different blog post.
  As far as our equipment goes, we don't have a lot of expensive stuff. We've found simple things work just as well. We actually enjoy flashlight communication the most and have never totally been in to using a lot of equipment besides our cameras. Saturday night, we did set up cameras, although I'll admit that none of us enjoy what is called "evidence review." We view that as a necessary evil. But it is truly nice to have some of our work recorded for posterity.
  We also use KII meters, and I have what is deemed a trigger object. Trigger objects are something we hope will interest the ghosts we encounter and attract them to chat with us. Mine is a Raggedy Ann doll that Aunt Belle named Anna Lee. She actually has a form of a KII meter embedded in her, and when a ghost draws near, the paranormal energy lights up her forehead and hands. We have a few other pieces of equipment, such as an infrared thermometer, a rempod, and laser grid. At times we even use simple toys, such as balls. On Friends and Family night, we also laid out a deck of cards to see if we could attract Doyle Todd, the gambler who roams the Beckham Hotel. However, the interactions we had were what we normally expect: the flashlights, KII's and Anna Lee. To us it was expected, anyway. To our other guests, it appeared to be awesome and startling, even intense.
  I will never forget my first trip to the Myrtles Plantation with Aunt Belle, when I was awed by the experiences I had that proved to me that ghosts did indeed roam the grounds and manor house. I saw that awe on the faces of those with us that night, as well as heard it in their voices. Their reactions ranged from excitement to becoming extremely quiet as they pondered what they were experiencing.
  We had several young people with us, and it was quite nice to watch them learning to tune in to the other world in a respectful manner. Two of these young people were my grandsons, and a third was their cousin. I kept smiling to myself as I watched their reactions, which I found was: "Memaw really does talk to ghosts."
  One of the strongest encounters involved my grandson, Adam. On SRT's first official investigation at the Beckham, I "met" a ghost named Albert in the Ballroom. Albert begged me to dance with him, but I never did. On this recent overnight, Albert proved he was tagging along with us all over the hotel by responding through our flashlights when we used his name and asked if here was still with us. He appeared to take a special liking to Adam, and also proved this over and over again by responding to questions via the KII whenever Adam held it. When the meter was lying on the floor or elsewhere, it remained inactive a lot of the time. As soon as Adam picked it up, it interacted, leaving no doubt we were communicating with Albert.
  There is quite a bit of interest today in the paranormal, as well as research being done, both by professional paranormal groups and scientists. One of these days we will be over there watching people here in this dimension trying to figure out the paranormal. I'm glad to be a part of teaching others to do some of that research and communication in a respectful manner, as we do in SRT. I never want people who delve into that other dimension to forget the ghosts we encounter were once really people, just like us. We should treat them the way we wish to be treated ourselves, both as we live our lives and after we cross into that dimension and communicate back with this one.
  A reader asked me about Silent Prey, and yes, I have gotten a little more done on it. I'm also trying to finish up on a couple diaries that have been languishing from past investigations. It's a little here, a little there, but moving forward.
  We are definitely not replacing our beloved Doberman, Bonnie.What happens is that our hearts expand to have room for more love whenever we get a new furr-baby, and my son had already adopted a puppy before Bonnie crossed to the Rainbow Bridge. He believes in waiting until he's had a new puppy before he gives it the name it will carry with it for life, and at first, he thought he might call this one Tippy. It does have tiny white tips on its paws. But after two day, he realized that didn't fit this new little guy. So he is now Tuffy, and will remain that. Tuffy is definitely a tough little guy, and I for one will be glad when he grows out of those puppy teeth. Until then, I'll just keep replacing my ankles and pant legs in his mouth with the chew toys we have for him.

  One thing I really enjoyed doing a couple weeks ago was a "first" for me. I made a good friend last year, George Jones, who runs Jericho Tours, as well as various other endeavors, in Tyler, Texas. One of his latest ventures is a radio show titled Paranoria, Texas. It is a great comedy, which lifts your spirits and makes you feel good each week. Nina Tatum (another friend I made last year) and I had the neat experience of winning the opportunity to be characters on Paranoria. We're sisters, Ann and Nancy Wilson, members of a singing group called the Heartbeats. No, you don't have to listen to me sing, thank goodness for your ears. We mostly chase after a handsome younger man, which was fun. You can see our avatars on the Paranoria Facebook page at
  Nina/Nancy and I had a cool time in the recording studio and visiting over lunch afterwards.
Paranoria is on internet radio on Monday nights at 7 p.m. Central time. You can listen to the hilarity at There was a problem airing the show when it was supposed to be on, but now you can listen to the archive, Episode 10. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did the recording.
  I'll try to keep on the two-week schedule for my blog the rest of the year, as long as it doesn't stress me out! This coming weekend, we are going back to St. Francisville with part of my crew and some friends and their daughter. We'll be doing an investigation at an old home in the town of St. Francisville, and also enjoy a bit of the Mardi Gras festivities while we stay at my friend Dianna's house again. We always have a great time with her! Y'all stay safe, as we will do, and ….
  T. M.

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