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For 52 Weeks for Dogs -- 43/52
I'm pretty sure that Flattery is not the scariest ghost in the graveyard, but don't tell her. She's sure she is!
You can read more about Flattery at TalesAndTails.com.
Chestnut Level Presbyterian Church, Chestnut Level, Pennsylvania
Ronda Cemetery gate. There used to be a sign on this gate saying trespassers would be shot. Guess that would add more ghosts...
Cemetery home to cactus, ghost stories
Trish Choate, Times Record News
Ronda Cemetery seems a little out of place, a sudden collection of gravestones and cactus popping up out of the prairie in rural Wilbarger County.
Local legend has it that Ronda still has one resident - not exactly living.
The graveyard is out in the middle of nowhere. But the place used to be a somewhere.
Back in the early 1880s, the community of Ronda was born in southeastern Wilbarger County near Beaver Creek, according to the "Handbook of Texas Online."
About 75 people lived in houses dotting the area, according to the handbook. By 1881, the cemetery was attracting its own residents.
The living could avail themselves of the post office, a store and, by 1893, a school. Alfred T. Bailey presided as postmaster over the post office that opened in 1889.
But the death knell sounded relatively quickly for Ronda.
The post office moved 10 miles southeast to another small community, Harrold, in 1907, according to the handbook. The store hung up a permanent closed sign. Students continued to attend the school until the district folded into Harrold's in 1929.
Today, only the cemetery markers, in various states of disrepair, show where the community stood. Spiky cactus and thriving brush live among the graves, sometimes covering them. An iron fence rings the cemetery.
Ronda's final resting place is somewhere among the prickly pear cactus and mesquite, according to "Ghosts in the Graveyard: Texas Cemetery Tales" by Olyve Hallmark Abbott.
But "they say" Ronda doesn't rest well in her crypt.
In life, she was reportedly a witch, according to the book. She died of the flu, and, in death, she supposedly rises from her grave every so often.
Her ghost flits around the cemetery in the moonlight and then sinks back into her own desolate resting place.
Or so they say.
These days, the cemetery is all that's left of Ronda.
The Ronda Cemetery hs long been an attraction for ghost enthusiasts who believe the tales of a flying witch.
Gary Lawson TRN
Copyright 2005, 2006 Wichita Falls Times Record News
Kershaw Eight-20 Penguin. Fuji Superia Xtra 400 120. This is my first upload from my first roll of 120 film. This camera belonged to my Grandfather who I unfortunately never got to meet. He was a keen photographer and to be able to use his camera is a real thrill. It appears that the camera has some light leaks which given it's age is not surprising. Unless of course the graveyard is haunted!
Taken in 1999 or 2000 in a cemetery in Arkansas. My friend and I got the heebie-jeebies when we saw these statues.
Here is a similar statue from Fallingwater123s stream.
Ghost in the Graveyard.
Wow I am so behind on this project... I honestly don't know if I will be able to finish it because I have pink eye in both eyes and like 3 other illnesses. I don't know how people finish 365 projects I am so busy I can't even take 12 pictures in a month...but I'm still going to try!
Link to my Facebook page would appreciate any support :)
Sometimes called "Ghosts in the graveyard", as it is commonly found growing in rural graveyards and when in bloom the flowers appear as an apparition floating.
This is a preview of a sketch I am doing to the gods of death and graveyards. I need to finish inking and color it digitally... or at least try to figure out how to color it digitally...
Here's some some razor-laden apples to bob for this Halloween season. It's the 2001 Big Enchilada Spooktacular to help you keep the true spirit of this holiday in your heart. This also marks my third anniversary of doing this silly show. So come on, podlubbers, let's get creeped out together!
Here's the playlist:
(Background Music: Zombie Drums by The Zombie Surfers)
Devil's Stomping Ground by Southern Culture on the Skids
Ghoulman Confidential by The Fleshtones
The Haunted House Boogie by Happy Wilson
(Background Music: There's a Creature in the Surfer's Lagoon by The Deadly Ones)
Mostruo Vodu Punk by Horror Deluxe
Frankenstein by 22 Pistepirkko
Creature From The Black Leather Lagoon by The Cramps
Transylvania Terror Train by Capt. Clegg & The Night Creatures
Monsters of the ID by Stan Ridgway
The Skeleton in the Closet by Putney Dandridge
I Lost My Baby to a Satan Cult by Stephen W. Terrell
Wolfman on Your Trail by 3-D Invisibles
Devil Dance by The Devils
Vampire by Half Japanese
Ghost in the Graveyard by The Prairie Ramblers
(Background Music: Halloween Hell by The Goldstars)
* Songs so marked are from the fabulous Best of The GaragePunk compilations, Click on the links over the songs -- as opposed to the ones over the artists -- to get to the correct compilation. Then do yourself a favor and buy some of these comps.
Want More Spooky Tunes?
Check out my previous Halloween podcasts
Big Enchilada 28: CLICK HERE
Big Enchilada 15: CLICK HERE
Big Enchilada 1: CLICK HERE
Closeup of blooming Yucca, captured in desert area of southern Nevada, USA.
Yuccas are widely grown as ornamental plants in gardens.
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Nessie trying to understand this book...
When I finally figured out the structure...I absolutely LOVED this book...ghosts in the graveyard observing Lincoln's grief over the loss of his son....one of the things I think Saunders was saying is that a public figure will always be a mystery...no matter how many "eyewitness" reports we have of them....
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"Looming," because one USA name for the yucca is "Ghosts in the Graveyard." It is often found growing wild there, in neglected rural cemeteries. At night, the clusters of pale blooms on thin stalks appear to be floating apparitions...especially in the moonlight.
Yuccas are in the same family as asparagus (!!), Also, the Joshua Tree (name of U2's breakthrough album) is a type of yucca.
I think the yucca in my photo is Yucca filamentosa. Its spikey, tough leaves are known (and used as) "meat hangers" in rural venues where meat curing and smoking take place.
Above info from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yucca
Lots of other interesting stuff there.
Location of this yucca: Neighbor's front yard, Riehen BS Switzerland.
In my album: Dan's Flower Power.
No, just your friendly neighborhood flickr'ite with his camera
I've reposted this because my brother just added a story... if you are interested in seeing it, go here. No need to comment on my page... I just wanted to share his sweet words!
Olly Olly Oxen Free
Kick the Can and Ghost in the Graveyard... who wants to play?
It's 9 o'clock and we're still playing our game of tag... the moms have started calling names to come in for bed. One by one we all go home. School starts on Monday.
"It's just as well we don't know when things will never be that good again." (Greg bBrown - If I Had Known)
You're going the wrong way! I heard a young girl's high voice shout.
Startled, with a faint memory of reading about the one way streets here, I did the perfectly sensible thing and immediately yanked the steering wheel hard to pull into a nearby gas station, where the car bounced through a pothole before landing safely. I took a breath, turned around and nosed the car back to thank my rescuers, who gathered, giggling, around it. It was the second most exciting thing to happen to them that evening; their previous warning to another driver executing the same stunt went unheeded, "and he just went all the way down the street!"
There were five or so young girls, brimming with the joy and high spirits that came from being let loose on a hot summer night to roam the neighborhoods and shuttered streets of downtown McLean, Texas. The oldest was around thirteen; they all had the same sunkissed skin that comes from swimming and bike riding, two of the essential summer food groups. Dusk was rapidly smothering the last of the sunlight here, and in the west, thunder awoke and lightning threw spasms of light toward the ground.
I chatted with my guardians, asking about several Route attractions. I was earnestly schooled about avoiding the attentions of the police by going the right way on streets, and hotel and eating recommendations for Shamrock were ruthlessly deliberated and debated. It had been a day of rough weather on the Route, and, photographing in Conway, I had been caught off guard by the sudden rise of a furious wind and dust storm that sent me scrambling for the shelter of my car. A monsoon followed, and delays from the resulting smoldering wreck and pileup on I-40 meant I had to decide if I could make Shamrock. After dinner, the answer became no.
So here I was.
Some towns and encounters draw out the best of your sleeping memories and touch off a flood of color and light, like trailing your hand through bioluminescent waters and watching the sea flare in response. Here, the past and present merged seamlessly into living snapshots of cool summer nights where crickets and cicadas never stopped gossiping, stars were thrown glitter overhead, and you and the rest of the neighborhood prowled the streets in a pack playing ghost in the graveyard, hanging out in the school parking lot and throwing furtive Little Kings parties and stealing the occasional cigarette. Days brought hours of baking under each individual ray of the sun, or wading in the creek behind the neighbor's house catching sunfish and crawdads; waiting your turn in line for a charred hot dog or burger at the neighborhood block party, and wincing at the bite of chlorine in your nose after hours in liquid turquoise. Summer was a forever thing, and the days were luminous and filled with gold and wonder.
So that night I dreamed, and the dreams were of all those things, of questing, yearning, feeling that things would never change, that these moments and this time would always remain hungry and open, and impatiently waiting to discover everything that was just around the next corner.
Over the years, Time has sometimes given a severe beating to the fearlessness and voracious thirst for exploration I like to think I possess. It's certain that storms will come, and sometimes they stay a long time. But in that brief encounter on a twilight street in a forgotten town, I came face-to-face with the best part of me, the part that roams the streets, exploring the world with the nights telling me their secrets, and I remember that I am always, until the very last moment, still there at the next corner, waiting to discover the surprise.
"Yucca is a genus of perennial shrubs and trees in the family Asparagaceae, subfamily Agavoideae. Its 40-50 species are notable for their rosettes of evergreen, tough, sword-shaped leaves and large terminal panicles of white or whitish flowers. They are native to the hot and dry (arid) parts of North America, Central America, South America, and the Caribbean. Early reports of the species were confused with the cassava (Manihot esculents). "
" It is also colloquially known in the lower Midwest United States as "ghosts in the graveyard", as it is commonly found growing in rural graveyards and when in bloom the cluster of (usually pale) flowers on a thin stalk appear as floating apparitions." -- Wikipedia
For Our Daily Challenge: Wet
For Peter Kirk's upcoming single he'll be releasing for Halloween. Inspiration from the original Dawn of the Dead, Omen and Planet Terror movie posters.
Can Anybody spot the Sam Raimi's Evil Dead Easter Egg? ;)
Photo Preservation Society - November - Spooky
Camera: Canon EOS 60D
Lens: Sigma 17-70mm F2.8-4 DC OS
Processing: Adobe Lightroom 4
20 Second exposure with additional lighting 'painted in' with a hand torch.
Go up in the night sky
Up in the clouds
Fly over the houses
There's no ghosts in the graveyard
That's not where they live
They float in between us
'what is' and 'what if'
And cast our own shadows
Before our own eyes
You don't get them up here though
They don't come up high
I spent my evening skulking around the graveyard with little blue furry things :))
1. Two boxes Ghirardelli Chocolate Brownie Mix, Double Chocolate (prepare brownie as per directions) (www.amazon.com/Ghirardelli-Chocolate-Brownie-Double-Ounce...)
2. Roughly two packets of 5.35 ounce Oreo chocolate sandwich biscuits (www.amazon.com/Oreo-Chocolate-Sandwich-Cookies-5-25-Ounce...) used for:
a. for tombstones. You may need more depending on your graveyard size
b. For creating "dirt" on the brownie graveyard
3. Assorted Halloween candy (pumpkin candy, candy corn etc)
4. Gummy worms
5. Strawberry/cherry/other red Jell-o/gelatin - optional
Serves: About 18 people
1. Prepare the brownie as per the directions on the box
2. Cut some of the Oreo biscuits on each side in the shape of a tombstone. You have to be careful as they crack very easily. Alternatively, you can use Milano biscuits, which are already in that shape.
3. Put the rest of the Oreo biscuits in a plastic bag, and use a rolling pin to crush the biscuits to create the effect of "dirt".
4. Since the brownie is pretty soft, gently push the "tombstone" biscuits in the brownie. Sprinke the "dirt" created in step 3 over the brownie, place the Halloween candy, and gummy worms randomly overthe brownie.
5. You can optionally place a bit of gelatin here and there - to give an effect of splattered blood (I had created a Jell-O brain so I ran out of the Jell-O, so I had to skip this idea which I had thought of originally).
Note: If you're preparing the brownie in advance, perform step 4 close to the serving time, so that the biscuits don't get soft
Can be served with Vanilla ice cream.
Adapted from www.kraftrecipes.com/recipes/ghosts-in-the-graveyard-5447... as I didn't want to use another Jell-O pudding/gelatin product for the Halloween party (I had already created a Jell-O hand, and a Jell-O brain using molds). I omitted the ghosts as I generally prepare my own whipped cream, and for such a small brownie, I didn't want to create one. I bought a store-version but the ghosts wouldn't hold shape. I added the worms and was thinking of the blood splatter.
Word came down from Mastadon (thank you!) that the Canadian Pacific 471 job on their Chicago subdivision was going to have two KCS "Grey Ghosts" leading. Sure enough, they were. I blasted them with every lumen my primary onboard flash had. "Open door" policy or just overheating engine? I'm not sure, but I'm just grateful to see them even if they had all their doors open. Here's KCS 4028 and 4006 leading a short 471 westbound at Kingston, IL.
Finally finished this 4 color lino cut. Gonna touch things up and probably do a good sized run of these since this edition was only of 4.
DC: "I'm not going any nearer to that church...it's from the 'olden days', there'll be ghosts about..."
D'arcy: "Ha, you naive fool DC, ghosts are EVERYWHERE, don't you know!"
19th July 2015
For the Daily Dog Challenge -- 7/26 "Patience"
For Our Daily Challenge -- 7/26 "Apparition"
For 365: The 2013 Edition 207/365
Bunny was extremely patient during this one, because I kept having problems with the camera settings I wanted. Looks like she almost faded away completely, but her little friend waited for her without a problem. Who knew the graveyard was haunted by Greyhounds?
You can read more about Bunny at TalesAndTails.com.
For the Daily Dog Challenge -- 10/24 "Spectral"
For Our Daily Challenge -- 10/24 "Ghost Stories"
For 365: The 2013 Edition -- 297/365
The ghost in the graveyard is waiting for you. Be careful, she's pretty fast. You don't have much chance of outrunning her!
You can read more about Bunny at TalesAndTails.com.
So techincally this is a day late seeing how it's 2am, but I don't care, I did it and posted before I have gone to bed :P
I'm not sure if I've stated this little fact about me, but I love the victorian type style. The dresses, hats, jewelry, tones, all that fun stuff. So I'm on a gothic victorian style kick since I came up with the "dress" idea. Today I went to Michael's and purchased that pretty cross, a cameo pendant, some black ribbon and that chain with the cross. This is my first time EVER wearing a cross, I have never owned one before today (it's against the religion I was raised with) I don't plan on wearing it other then for photos, because I think they are beautiful in a photo, but have no reason to wear it otherwise. But the cameo, I have a feeling I'll be wearing it all the time. And of course, I had to wear my mini top hat. It's just too pretty to pass up.
Expect to see this dress a few more times, because I love it.
Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allen Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee -- and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.
For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given --
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --
Now are visions ne'er to vanish --
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:
The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! --
We felt slightly creepy wandering around the graveyard on our saturday afternoon
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I sit among the living and the dead.
Lives before me, who lived as I do,
loved as I do.
Who cares for life, who set goals too high?
Not caring for others, at least I try.
The human race, is a race not of competition,
but of co-operation.
We stand on the shoulders of the past.
The people who I owe so much to,
I'll never talk to, never meet.
But there are reminders all around me.
We can only survive, when we work together.
Even though our lives are short,
we can make a difference,
helping those we don't even know.
The future is there for all to see,
even around me, when my time is passed.
No laments for what might have been,
let's make a future from present dreams.
I don't want to be, another
ghost in the graveyard.