Black Gold, Volume 3, Number 2, 1977 Page: 11
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When we use to live on the Watkin Place, that was a
haunted house. Don't let nobody fool you! Sometime we
could be in the house, a car would pass, you run to the
door to see if you could see anybody and all you could
see was the dust and you wouldn't even get outside the
house.
She recalls another incident:
I knew a man once, he was sick and cripple and his
friends pushed him around in a wheel chair. So, it was
a big old walnut tree over there side of the fence and he
decided he's pick up walnuts, and they couldn't count.
He say, "You take this one and I'll get this one, you take
this one and I'll get this one. You take this one and
I'll get this one." Way after awhile, he got through
picking them up, and he say, "Well, you got them five over
there and I'll get these three over here at this place.
And that man thought it was a ghost talking and he got up
and out ran them all to the house. Daddy 'em was sitting
down talking about how sorry they felt for the man. He
say, "Ain't no use of feeling sorry for me, I beat you
here!"
Isaac Brown, one of the oldest men in Hollands
Quarters, remembers also an unusual incident.
Well, one night me and a gentlemen went to a wedding.
A wedding on a Sunday night and I carried him in my buggy.
We got out of the wedding and I carried him by home. On
my way from his home, I had to cross a branch with a
bridge over it. When I got cross, a ghost fell in my
buggy like chains and the horse just could move with it.
When I got so far upon the hill, he got out and I couldn't
hold that horse and buggy down until I got home.
"Seeing is believing." Everybody is familiar with
this quote, but is this quote true? Mrs. Katie Holt and
Mr. Isaac Brown think so. Mr. Brown recalls the things
he has seen.
I went to see a girl one night, and stayed over way
in the night a while. On my way back I met a big old
ghost with a big old black suit on and a big black neck11
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