The doctor's wife..

The doctor’s wife..

We all have a ghost story to tell, things that go bump in the night and we wonder many times, was it just our imagination or did it really happen? Imagination makes it possible to experience a whole world inside our mind and many times we dream it. It really gives us the ability to look at any situation from a different point of view.

 A friend had invited me for a visit in beautiful Montana which has a colorful history of explorers, pioneers and settlers. I woke up one night with a feeling I was being watched and while sitting up my eyes met with a lady who had intense violet eyes and dressed in what I thought was the dress that a doctor’s wife would wear in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s. She was studying me with deep curiosity and I was losing myself in her intense gaze and forced myself to turn away. When I looked back to the foot of the bed she was gone. The next night I was woke up by loud chatter and conversations which seemingly came from the basement which has been converted to a pantry. I was in a dream sleep and kept thinking to myself I wish they’d lower their voices so I could sleep. I came fully awake and realized with a jolt there were people down below and they weren’t from the present.

To add to this experience some other unusual events followed me this summer. I was visiting a settler community on the prairies and it was a small town representing the past lives of the people who had lived there. Each home was set up according to their life. The Blacksmith, the local jeweler, the grocery store seemingly took you back instantly to another time allowing you to share their own particular history.

I walked into one home which was set up beautifully with old china, lace on the table and the fireplace going. There was a lady standing by the wood stove who greeted me and we began a conversation. It was nothing earth shattering just pleasantry. She asked me what I was doing there and what kind of work I did. I felt uneasy and couldn’t understand the emotions that I was feeling. On the way out of the town I stopped to talk to the custodian and complimented him on the authenticity of the lady in one of the homes and asked him if she was just here for a summer job. He looked at me strangely and said there is nobody here except you and I this morning and I’m the only one who works here.

It struck me then that she was the same lady that I had met in Montana, a ghost from the past. An email arrived this morning from my friend in Montana with a newspaper clipping attached on a story of one of the local doctors from the 1900’s and he asked me if I recognized the lady In the article. It was the same lady I had seen in his home and who had apparently lived there in the past and she was the doctor’s wife. She had according to the story spent a lot of time alone while her husband was busy administering the community. Her faith played a great part in her life.

I’m always amazed how life throws me into a story and it’s the process of writing about it that is always exciting.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“Strange as it may seem, my life is based on a true story”.. Ashleigh Brilliant

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I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ soul is definitely alive.
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  1. Jack says:

    This is a great story Estee! made the hairs stand up on my arm.

  2. Karin says:

    Whooaa! Love this!

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