“It’s easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.”

The morning is only 68˚. All my windows and doors are open. Henry loves it. He gets to stand at the front door and bark. I love it too but without the barking.

The morning is quiet. I don’t know where the birds are. Maybe they are hunting for feeders of plenty as mine are empty. I will remedy that this afternoon.

The morning is lovely with a bright sun and a blue and white sky. The leaves at the end of the branches barely flutter.

When I travel, I love the mornings best. I wake early, grab a cup of coffee and wander. I’ve watch delivery vans unload and people hurry to work. I’ve followed the aroma of fresh bread to bakeries and bought my fill. I’ve felt the cities coming alive. To me, they feel their friendliest in the morning.

When I was a kid, I believed in ghosts and creatures of the night. I thought under my bed was the best hiding place though my older self knew better. Under the bed was the first place they’d look. I never roamed at night after the street lights came on, but I listened to windows rattling and winds howling. My father’s stories of men with hooks made scratching noises sound ominous and threatening.

When I was older, I walked a lot. I walked just about everywhere. Sometimes I walked home at night from a friend’s house or from drill practice. I’d walk as far as I could with friends then by myself for the rest of the walk. I wasn’t afraid, but I did listen for footsteps behind me. Nothing wrong with being alert.

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8 Comments on ““It’s easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    All kids fear the great unknown including ghosts, spirits and monsters. The animated movie “Monsters Inc” was especially close to my heart because I always checked my closet first and then checked under the bed when I was a kid. Of course, all those scary monster movies from the 1950s didn’t help. 🙂

    When I moved to NYC at age 13, I walked everywhere. If I took the subway or the bus, I walked the final distance to my destination. Nighttime didn’t bother me if I was in the city. Walking in the country at night gave me the creeps. I guess the trees at night could look like anything my imagination could dream up.

    Sunny again today with a high in the upper 90° range. However, a cold front is headed our way and we might get more than five minutes of needed rain either tonight or tomorrow along with cooler temperatures.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I wasn’t scared by too much when I was a kid, but I remember a scene in The House of Wax which sent me running to my parents. I never checked. I don’t remember that any of us did. My mother told us when she took my brother and me to see Snow White, my brother always hid under the seat when the witch appeared. I didn’t.

      In my town, the population in 1960 was 17,821 people, but it was a small town in every way. I was 13 then, and I also walked all over. It wasn’t the country but it still got quiet early, but I never minded walking home in. the dark. It always felt safe.

      It stayed in the low 70’s but is cooler now, down to the 60’s. I shut the front door. It will be great for sleeping.

  2. jan sullivan Says:

    I grew up in Winchester. It was a very safe town. It was a dry town, no liquor except at the Winchester Country Club and the K of C Hall, places where 10 year olds did not hang out. We walked everywhere, alone or with friends, day or night, never scared. I don’t even remember any mean dogs. I remember being jealous of my cousins who lived in Dorchestah, and got to sit on mailboxes and kick dents in them at night, and watch people go in and out of bars. When i was 18 1/2, I lived on Beacon Street in Boston for about 6 months. My roomie, Ginny and I walked everywhere, day or night, and were never afraid. We talked to all kinds of people. We hitchhiked rides on Saturdays with big bad looking dudes on giant Harleys to Harvard Square, and jumped off as soon as we hit the center, then ran like hell for that side street where Club 47 had a downstairs entryway. We would curl up there and wait until all sounds of prowling motorcycles had stopped, then go and explore the exotic delightes of Harvard Square, holding Peppermint Stick cones loaded with jimmies. On a nice day, we’d walk all the way back to Beacon Street, through Central Square and M.I.T., and across the bridge and bang a louie to our studio apartment aways down the street. Several times I’d walk across the Boston Commons at 3 a.m., with no fear, circle around, and walk back “home.” Gin was a little perturbed that I did this, more than once, so I stopped. But nothing bad every happened to either of us. Ever. It might have been an idyllic childhood and young adulthood, but we took it for granted.
    Now, we have 2020. Covid 19 and Massive Insane Political Unrest. People snap at each other. Drink all day and all night. Drive aimlessly around, or stay locked up in their homes, wondering what tomorrow will bring. Wondering if there will be a tomorrow. Things change. I think I would like to end this by saying I’m grateful for having lived the life I’ve lived. And I’ll do my damnedest to be grateful for each day yet to come.
    **********************************THE END*********************************

    • katry Says:

      Jan,
      You and I grew up at the same time. Stoneham, where I lived, was also a dry town. I remember riding with my dad to the packie in Woburn, right over the Stoneham line, where most people from Stoneham went. My guess is the guy had a breakdown when Stoneham finally went wet. My friends and I also walked all over. I remember when drill ended, usually around nine, a few of my friends and I walked to the diner for brownie sundaes. I walked home from there, a good walk, but I too always felt safe. I remember going to Boston with my friends to go see Cleopatra. My mother never worried, and we took a bus then the subway. I also hitchhiked, mostly during college, and usually to Boston. In Ghana, I lived by myself. I traveled by myself. I remember walking through Accra, the capital, at night. I loves those walks. Men would be sitting in wooden sloped chairs smoking and talking in low voices. I didn’t feel scared. I would now. Everything has changed, but that came with growth. Accra is enormous. I loved my time in Ghana. It is still in my heart. I have loved my life thus far and consider myself blessed.

      • jan sullivan Says:

        We have been blessed, deny it though we will….and will continue to be blessed until the very last minute of the very last day (about 100 years from now). <3

      • katry Says:

        I have always said my life has been blessed.

  3. olof1 Says:

    Frost again this morning but the rest of thye day has been really nice, just below 68, sunshine and a weak wind making it even nicer 🙂

    I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid of ghosts, lots of other things but not ghosts 🙂 🙂 We have a series of children books here where the main character is a friendly ghost and his family and I think they made it impossible to be afraid of them 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Frost is the forewarning that winter’s coming. I love this time of the year on the Cape. It has warm days and cool nights for sleeping. The tourists come down only weekends so the cape is ours for the rest of the week.

      Casper the Friendly Ghost is a cartoon character. All the other ghosts keep trying to get Casper to be scary, but they fail. He is in comic books and cartoons. I don’t really believe in ghosts. They make for scary around the camp fire!1

      Have a great day!


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