I was trying to remember what I could from when I was younger and Im not sure what somethings meant that happened but maybe someone else could help me out. When I was younger I always had this dream and until after my daughter Hannah was born, I stopped having the dream. I would dream over and over again that I was being chased by indians outside of our house. It actually started after we had a fire and lost our home back on March 1st,1983. I was sick and so was my sister who at the time was only like 4 and I was 11. We were both at the babysitters and when my brothers got home, they came to get us on the 3-wheelers. I am from the country and back then, it was never a big deal to ride them we just used the back trails. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and my oldest brother was still at school but my other 2 brothers got us. They made sure that there was fire in the stove before they left the house so that it would be warm when we got there. When we got home, the house was already on fire. My parents were both at work and we were all just kids. My older brother went to my uncles house and called the fire company. It took 3 fire companies to come put the fire out. We reloaded our own gunshells so they were going off and noone wanted to go in and put the fire out. By the time they did, we lost everything. Here were my parents working so hard to raise 5 kids and were unable to get insurance on the house to just lose everything. We had nothing left. We ended up staying at my uncles camp for awhile and it was so hard. We would have to ride the 3-wheelers up to my cousins house to go to school everyday had to get water from the pond and use an outhouse. It was ok for us then because we were all safe. After a little while, my grandparents let us stay in their house while they were in Florida and it was amazing at all the help that we got. My dad worked for the state highway department in Herkimer and they did a state wide collection to help us. It was wonderful seeing all the help we did get. My parents had help starting over by having friends help dig a basement and put it up. The problem I have with the whole story is this. I have heard for years that our home was on an indian burial ground. Is it true, I dont know. I have thought for years that maybe it is true and thats why I started having the dreams. I dont know if anyone knows much on this subject but I would love to hear what you think. To this day, very strange things happen in my parents house. Alot of people say they have seen ghost in their home or seen very strange things happen. Feel free to comment with your thoughts. I will try answering anything I can and I will continue this story tomorrow.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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Wow I don't know what the dreams meant. I am sorry you had that happen as a child. Losing it all had to be very hard. What you've gone through has made you a stronger person and I am so lucky to have gotten to know you and share my life with you. MUAH!!!
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