This happened back in October of 1995. I went to a family reunion at a church with a cemetery. It has some of my ancestors buried in it. When I got there I didn't see anyone but an elderly lady walking through the tombstones toward the church. Her hair was up in a bun like old ladies used to wear and she had on a light-colored dress.
I asked her if she were here for the reunion and she said yes. I asked her name and she said Orie. I had seen her name on the family tree and began to cry. It was very touching.
She sat down on a tombstone. I asked her if she knew my mother and aunt. She said she did. I cried even more out of sentimentality. I tried to film her with the camcorder (it was 1995) but it didn't record. It worked perfectly at home. I was so mad.
I asked Orie where everybody else was and she said in the church. I went in the church and saw a bunch of relatives but only knew two of them. I tried the camcorder again and it worked perfectly! I told my cousin that it didn't work outside when I tried to film Orie. I asked him if he knew Orie and he had to stop and think. Then he said Orie has been long-since dead. I said but I just talked to her in the cemetery!
I took my cousin back outside to see for himself but she was gone. I was only in the church for a couple of minutes and an old lady like that could not have walked off that fast! It's a wide-open cemetery, like a golf course. But she was nowhere in sight.
When I got home I looked on the family tree and Orie had died in 1942.