Some years ago I was working at the LDS library in Gillette, WY. I was at an impasse on my LOCKERBY family. I was idly looking through the filing cabinet to see what rental films had come in when I distinctly heard a man's voice say, "Look in Kansas for Lockerby". I answered Okay much to the surprise of the rest of the people in the room since no one had said anything to me. Also there was no man in the room. I immediately went to the IGI for Kansas and there was my grandmother's uncle and his family! Since then I have gotten a lot more information on the LOCKERBY family as a result of what I found that day.

Ghosts as such, spirit life in reality, around our home is no rarity. One morning when I was waking, I heard in my head to "get back to genealogy!"

"Why," I wondered, " June has more knowlege and has done a LOT more than I ever have, and we work the same lines."

"She's on the wrong track." came the reply. Now my father was a railroad engineer, and I KNOW who was speaking to me! So it must have been his line. I researched what June had sent and found she was trying to assign my Ggrandmother to another branch of the family because the Daniel Lamberts already HAD a Margaret! Well, Grandfather said on the death cert. that she was the daughter of Daniel, and there was only one in Sophiasburg. So I put grandma back in my files the way I felt it had to be. Her mother was Dutch, and they, as do the Germans often name more than one child with the same first name. In fact, the first Margaret Lambert's marriage announcement says plainly the "first born" of Daniel and Barbara (DeMille) Lambert.

NOW, if only they will tell me where to find Ggrandpa Levi Eustace, (Eustache, Eustus, Estes, and Ustus--all spelling of one generation!)

Not only people, but our "Pup-ples" visit, too. I hear the jingle of their collar tags! Welcome home!

I grew up in a tight knit family where everytime someone sneezed, we got together to celebrate. In 1978 while I was away at college, my beloved grandmother passed away. My parents flew me home for the funeral. Two months later my grandfather (grans honey) literally died of a broken heart. There wasn't enough money to bring me home for his funeral; I was devastated to think I could not look upon his face for the last time, to kiss his brow and tell him how much I loved him. Five months later I came home from college and got a job working on an auto assembly line. The job was routine and could be done without a lot of mental focus. On the six month anniversary of my grandfather's death, I went to work as normal. This consisted of my own little area, where I was alone. The next closest person was perhaps thirty feet away on either side. On this day, I spent a lot of time thinking of gramps, thinking how much I missed him, how sorry I was that I could not get home for his funeral. As I was lost deep in thought I felt someone put their right hand on my left shoulder and squeeze. I nearly jumped out of my skin and whirled around to yell at this person for scaring me so terribly. No one was there. Everyone else was where they should have been, doing their jobs. Almost immediately, I felt a warm tingling pass through me starting at the top of my head and going right down to my toes; and I heard a voice (my grandfather's) say, "I am all right. I am happy." My spirits lifted and I knew he was. Sometimes to this day, just before I fall asleep I can still my grandfather's hand on my shoulder.

Let me explain some before I tell you my story. My grandfather, Harold Charles Whiting, died in 1945/6 in Lancaster, NH of a car/train accident. I don't know if he was born in CT or NH. Its more likely that it was CT. Anyway, 3 weeks ago I was at the GLibrary and was looking through records for another family line and just couldn't get Harold out of my mind (I don't know his parents, etc. names). He's my impasse. So I decided to quickly look for records before I left and went through the microfilms for CT. Not knowing what county he's from I decided I'd have to look through every single record from county A-Z. Time slipped by and I had to leave. But while I was looking at the microfilm in the drawer, I kept looking at the box with Middlesex Co., CT, I had a strange unknown feeling about the contents of that box. I decided that the county prob was not Middlesex, so I discarded the feeling. Later on I found out that my grandmother was born in Middletown, Middlesex Co., CT and realized that my grandfather prob was born in Middlesex Co. as well. Is he trying to tell me something? Also I have this nagging feeling that he did not die in the crash. That maybe it was a set up. I believe he's dead now. My grandmother is not. She says she can't remember anything about him. My uncle was 3, my dad was 1 and my aunt was on the way. I know that they were poor and maybe this was a way of getting money. Maybe he feels guilty and wants someone to bring it out. I don't know. To be a little gross, I don't know what condition the body was in at the wreck. Or if it was really identifiable. Was it his?

I was in Arkansas last September and looked all over the graveyard where I knew my Grandmother was buried. The people I was with looked too. I found all the other graves that I was looking for but not her. when I got home to Kentucky I rechecked the books and again they said she was in that graveyard. In November I had an opportunity to go back to Arkansas. Again I walked over the graveyard as did my brother we couldn't find her. Finally we had to go- but I decided one last look. I said outloud "Grandma, I'm an old lady. I don't get this way often and I may never return. Show me where you are Please. This is my last chance" I walked in a straight line about 200 feet and stood right over her stone. It was plainly marked but I had been by it several times.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in hunches, memories, dreams Whatever. I remember two times in dreams my mother has visited me. She brings people for me to meet, She is young and happy and while she is with me I always wonder "Doesn't she know she is dead. Should I tell her?" I always decide just to enjoy her visits . All this and I'm asleep.