Rain threatened all day Tuesday and – according to the Weather Channel – the worst storms were due to move over Mac Island around 2 p.m., just when I would be getting off work at the Stuart House and going home. I had already hitched a ride with a Carriage Tour driver this morning on the way downtown because the sky was so dark. But the rain held off, and I felt silly asking for a ride – although I always enjoy talking with the nice young men and women who drive the tourist carriages.
It was extremely busy in the museum today, with lots of people asking questions – and one lady who “sensed” a male ghost upstairs. She told me he was just a visiting ghost, not someone who used to live there, and that he was a friendly presence. She was dead (no pun intended) serious, and said she often encountered ghosts in old buildings. What was even stranger was that a couple of weeks ago, a teenage girl had come rushing downstairs and claimed something had “touched” her upstairs. On both occasions, I went up to the second floor, and nothing – and no one – was there. That made two strange happenings in two weeks, so I asked someone familiar with the Stuart House if there had been other encounters there. She told me she had never heard of any ghosts being reported in the building, which was built by John Jacob Astor in 1817. She also said that since most of the island is an Indian burial ground, there certainly could be spirits around. Now, I have personally never encountered a ghost. And I personally never want to encounter a ghost. So . . . I won’t be walking around upstairs alone anymore – which I do sometimes when we’ve gotten in a new exhibit, and no visitors are in the museum. And if I’m sitting at my little desk and hear footsteps overhead – when I know there isn’t anyone in the building but me – you’ll be the first to know!
Some very alive visitors today were blog readers who were visiting the island.
Jill came by before I got off work, and after my replacement arrived, we walked to the post office, then to the bookstore so I could pick a paper up for Ted. Rain was threatening again, but I wanted to grab some photos of the Metivier Inn, which I say every year cannot possibly have flowers more gorgeous than last year – and every year they ARE more gorgeous.
I did make it home without getting drenched, and tomorrow promises to be sunny and warm again. Let’s see. Monday was the Pink Pony, today was pink flowers. Wonder what I can find pink for tomorrow!