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The intersection of family history and my birth in November of 1955 has created some interesting, and, at times, amazing stories for me.
My Uncle Worth died in February of 1955, 9 months in advance of my own birth. His photo is included here. He was married to his wonderful wife, Aunt Effie (who also died before I had any awareness, when I was less than a year old). My grandparents dearly loved their Uncle Worth and Aunt Effie. My mother and my uncle Wayne.also adored their great aunt and great uncle.
When I was 4 years old, my grandfather Henry showed me the chair in the pictures. I immediately recognized it, and claimed it as my own.
I remembered fashioning every piece of it by my own hands, and assembling it together myself. In the “memory” I had fashioned little wood dowel extensions from several individual parts to place into pre-drilled holes to serve as nail equivalents.
How could I have possibly done that as a 4-year-old?
Of course my mother guffawed, and stated that it was a store-bought chair that my grandfather had owned since he was young. I “knew better” and to this day, the memory of the chair, and its actual presence in our home, both haunts, and comforts me.
It is now known that Uncle Worth was the original owner and builder of the chair, and that he passed it down to Grandpa when he was a little boy.
I still sit down in the chair on occasion, and I feel a mysterious,beautiful peace and a sense of completion when I sit in the chair.
Either reincarnation is real, or, as a child, I possessed the occult gift of psychometry.
Looking at my history, I remain firmly seated in Life’s Mystery.
