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Winking Twinkling Charlie

 

I recently read a story on YGS about an experience while very young. In my opinion, many if not all speak and baby talk about seeing someone or something. Unfortunately the young children are easily dismissed as their words are hard to understand or the adults are too busy to listen. Then for most children the event is lost in their minds as there is so much happening so fast. So much to learn quickly.

I was fortunate to have my Mother to myself as my sisters were much older. I can even explain why my memories of my very young years is very vivid. I wish it was different, but I lost my Mom when still very young. I believe I kept memories because those very young years were so special. I can describe an outfit I had worn or a room I visited once. Even words said by an older cousin, is remembered in detail. Trama does that.

I was 2-4 years of age, it was summer and at least once or twice a week we would stop by for groceries at Charlie's. Old Man Charlie had started his store in the early 1900s, when aged in the 1940s, he had been teaching Young Charlie, his Son, all about the business. Old Man Charley died suddenly on a normal day, at his store.

Young Charlie did his best, and the store thrived. I was smiling and winking one eye and then the other, just as the old man was doing, when Young Charlie said roughly "why are you doing that". This made my Mother jump and she pulled me to her. "My Dad would wink just like that, when I was little." Young Charlie was different with me after that. He seemed to always be watching me. I did continue to see Old Man Charlie, but had learned to be hush about things I saw. My Mother would not hear anything I had to say, when I spoke of something I saw or heard.

The face was funny, sticking out his tongue from under the loose hay on the floor of our barn. The warmth from the cows helped in the winter, the smells I had long ago learned to love, it was part of what my Father was. I had seen the funny face many times, big blue eyes, his hair was the same color as the hay, hard to tell what was what. My Mother was often at meetings, popular and involved in much. My Dad and the barn were my babysitters. As I played with the barn cat, my Dad asked me what I saw in the hay that made me laugh? I looked down, not wanting him to know. "Was it a funny face", he asked. Surprised I looked up, "I saw him too, when I was young." This became what my Dad and I could share, perhaps it is where I got this not so rare ability.

Take a quiet moment... A quiet moment of when you were tiny, most of us have some memory of an odd event, something you seen or heard, something that should not have been there.

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msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-03-01)
Hi Rex T,

Thank you for the information, I will read it when I have more time.

In 1995 I took a leave from my job as my Dad took a terrible fall breaking several face bones, his nose and his neck. For several months I was the one that took on all transportation and all that this event caused.

One hospital that one of his Doctor's had his office, happened to be Catholic. One day we could not find a parking spot anywhere, this was big as my Dad had been fitted with a halo for his neck and was in a wheelchair. There were cars taking up space, blocking my ability to move. People were standing all around one side of the hospital, cameras in hand. Quite a crowd gathered, all looking up. It seemed a second floor window had an image of what they thought was an image of Mary. We watched this on the news that night, and read it in the paper the next day.

The window was quietly removed, to many it was upsetting, I was happy as on later visits when I could park easily. The Hospital said, it was caused by moisture building between a double window.

My stress was high, I had enough to deal with at that time. Yet after months, my Dad had a repair (surgery) at age 85, and he was able to get back up on his tractor. It became apparent to all he was slowing down, sadly had this not happened we think he would have lived to 100.

Nice of you to send info,

Jan
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-18)
Hi Valkricry,

Good to hear from you! ❤! My Dad was special, I miss his teaching moments and am convinced that because of him, my love for history is still strong today.

My Father in law was almost unable to speak because of Parkinson's disease. We would walk him in on the common, that was just across from the Nursing Home, where he spent more than a year (locked in his silent life). He could, however, point. Whenever he saw something from his wheelchair, his crooked pointing finger would go in a direction. He found a face in the knot of an old maple tree. When My husband and I again would point out this face, we would circle the tree, and his Dad would do a little (in the chair) dance. It became a tradition. From this we are always looking, and have found many nature similarities. We still do, even to sitting on the deck, finding different shapes in the clouds.

Great to hear from you as always, Val

Jan
valkricry (45 stories) (3051 posts) mod
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9 months ago (2019-02-18)
Hi Jan,
I've been meaning to leave a comment for quite some time, but every time I'd try, I'd get all wistful and my mind would head back over the years to when I was very young. I'd simply get lost for a bit!
I think, perhaps seeing faces and objects within patterns is more prevalent in artistic people. After all, we are taught to break things down into their geometric shapes to draw them, it only makes sense (to me at any rate) our minds would do the same in reverse; assemble shapes into things.
That however, doesn't explain the funny face you'd see. What are the odds in hay falling the same way to produce the same effect on many occasions? Now add in the blue eyes and tongue - imagination? Ok, sure, but Papa seeing the same thing as a kid? Odds get even more astronomical and the pareidolia theory seems even less likely. But what a special bonding he gave you and your dad!
Rex-T (4 stories) (253 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-18)
Hi Jan,

This morning, I was reading the online news from Australia's national broadcaster and came across an article on Pareidolia. That is seeing faces in random, inanimate objects. The link as follows:

Https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-02-17/pareidolia-explains-seeing-faces-in-objects/10813426

Here we are discussing this subject three days ago and this article pops up out of the blue. I can assure you that I was not looking for this type of story, so I'll put it down to synchronicity.

As Tweed has pointed out, there is probably no paranormal overtones in this phenomenon (which does not include faces that move or wink 😜) and the article suggests that it something that we all possess, in certain amounts.

What is comforting (for me) is that the origins of Pareidolia are vague. That is, a survival instinct, strong religious beliefs, an overactive imagination, or maybe the experts aren't experts and are speculating.

One thing I know for sure; if I could make a toasted cheese sandwich that sells for $28,000, I would be very happy. 😁

Rex-T
Tweed (27 stories) (2203 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-16)
Hi Jan, I think of you often too, especially when I wear dark blue.❤

I'm relating the stone structures to the drystone walls across Britain. So I guess the builders of your mystery structure used the same technique. A tall thing like that sounds like a farming thing, probably remnants of a once larger thing. I say "thing" because I'm no expert lol. As for the random crystal includance maybe some kind of marker or a repair patch job. No clue. Anything drystone is ancient as far as I know, dating back to the dawn of time almost. So it's possible your early settlers did uncover a bridge made in the same manner.

I'm in a nice lull at the moment, but I'll get busy again in a couple of weeks. Can't believe March is nearly upon us! How have you been?!

No idea where Rook is, didn't know he was awol lol. I've read his name in the last couple days so he's around.🙂
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-15)
Hi Tweed ❤ ❤ ❤

I thought of you when I told of funny face. I thought he might have been around in a time before the first barn was built. Sky blue eyes and straw matching hair. I felt wonderful, after my Father believed me, my Mother would not hear of it. For the rest of my Dad's life, we shared events, and conversed about many things.

My Dad took time in my early years to show me the unusual. At the top of the highest land was a fifteen foot stone structure. (now replaced by a home) He pointed out this, as his Grand Father had shown him. Each rock fitted without cement or glue. What was it's use? He told of a room underground, formed with rock walls also just by fitting. In the base of one wall was a stone in a triangular shape. This stone, he described as pure white crystal. The room was plowed away for potato fields, long before my time. A bridge stands today made without cement, described in the town history as found by the earliest settlers. What are your thoughts.

I think of you a lot! How are you? Is the busy time over? I have missed you, I miss Rook also, where has he gone?

Great to hear from you,
Jan
Tweed (27 stories) (2203 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-15)
Hi Jan,

I love when adults open up about something unexplainable from their youth. What a lovely moment you and your Dad shared.
I used to see faces and all sorts in our carpet as a kid, but that was just matrixing, nothing paranormal. I have fond memories of that. But I would have jumped through the wall if something like this happened! You knew instinctively this boy was friendly. Perhaps you and your Dad could feel him there more than you were aware. It seemed very natural.

Sorry if I'm commenting out of context with the thread, I'll read all the comments when I have more time.
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-15)
Tace,

Some of the newer homes have what can be called great rooms, without doors leading from kitchen to dining then to living space. These homes are great for entertaining. Would I be less forgetful if I lived in such a home. Probably not, but I would love to be living in such a home, anyway!

Jan 😉
tace (35 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-14)
msforgetmenott,
New research from University of Notre Dame Psychology Professor Gabriel Radvansky suggests that passing through doorways is the cause of these memory lapses. "Entering or exiting through a doorway serves as an 'event boundary' in the mind, which separates episodes of activity and files them away," Radvansky explains. Nov 16, 2011. Lol it even has a name. 😜
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-14)
Hi Tace,

Yes, actually it has happened when I was much younger also. When life is so busy and your brain goes on information overload...
😊
tace (35 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-14)
I heard Msforgetmenott that when you walk through an opening like a doorway it can make your mind go blank... So when you walk from one room through an entrance, you tend to forget why you are in the new room... Lol... I experience it all the time so... Hopefully nothing more then just a fluke for both of us... ❤
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-14)
Hi Lady-glow!

Why is it I can remember something as far back as the age of 4, but I can't remember what I walked into the kitchen to get? Am I getting old.

Funny face was special, he was there each time I looked at the base of where the loose hay lay. I was distressed when the farm bought a bailer, as he would be crushed.

My Dad told me some believable tale, explaining somethings no longer visit after too many birthdays.

My Dad has been gone over 20 years, but I still miss our conversations. How fortunate I have YGS.

Nice to hear from you, Lady-glow
lady-glow (11 stories) (2446 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-14)
msforgetmenott - thanks for the, as always, good read. I'm glad that these encounters weren't scary and that you even seem to have enjoyed them when they happened.

Nice to see you around. ❤
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
Hi Rex-T and Jubeele,

I hope you are both well, and Rex-t, I hope that health scare has gone away.
Oh I have one of those rugs, Rex-t, you can see the most terrible faces, they almost move about, the more you look the worse it gets. Yet my husband sees nothing. I also see screaming faces in Dr. Office wooden doors. I can't help but stare... But it is spiders that I really fear!
Please know, when young, I too had big scares also.

I was twelve and walking from the barn to the house. It was about 8:00 in winter dark. I had my head down watching for ice. I carried a glass quart of milk in each hand. In the middle of my walk I bumped into something that should not have been there, and dropped one jug. Around me was a dense fog. I bolted into a fast run. Never saw it again, nor do I know what it was.

Never a dull moment!
Jan
msforgetmenott (17 stories) (316 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
Hi Melda,
Nice to hear from you.

The closing on Old and Young Charlie, was after a few years, Young Charlie built a larger Grocery store, a mile down the same street. Young Charlie retired and moved to Florida and the town lost touch with him.

If Old man Charlie was still around, I think he would enjoy what his store had become. They sell bicycles for all ages there. Many children visit. Without doubt, Old Man Charlie, did like children.

Funny Face
The barn had a large sliding door, big enough to allow hay wagons of size to back in and be off loaded. At some point the farm got a bailer, and I stopped seeing funny face.

My Uncle would repaint that big sliding door, the date painted was 1857. My Dad told of two other barns from an earlier time, that had burned down. That covers a lot of years. I like to think funny face was there for all the farm children. Made from sunlight and dried grass. However, I will not rule out an accident that involved a child, as there are many dangers in farming.

As I get older, I pack up the memories, and these were some that had made me happy. From these memories, I gained the ability to listen to my Son, and Grand Daughter, when they spoke of outrageous events. I do agree with you, Melda, The young parents of today, do not keep things hidden. Also, are better listeners.

I am doing the best I can,
Sending my best,
Jan
Jubeele (18 stories) (777 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
Jan, what a delightful account! This gave me sunshine and smiley faces. How lovely that your Dad and you could share in seeing that funny face. 😊

It does seems, as Melda pointed out, that Young Charlie didn't have the same acceptance of his father's presence. That's sad. He missed out on sharing the comfort and affection that Old Man Charlie would have wanted to give him.

My early memories were scary ones. The one that left the most impression on me was the time when I saw a shadow man following us. Https://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=24954

As a child, I often had troubling dreams, night terrors and a fear of the dark. I remember saying my bedtime prayers along these lines: 'Dear Lord, thank you for all the things you've done for me. Please help me go to sleep and not be afraid.' 😨 But when I went back last year to visit Mum, I found that my childhood home had been renovated and opened out to let in more light. It had lost much of the oppressive darkness that used to scare me. Plus, I was much older and not as frightened of the dark. 😆

Thanks for sharing this memory. ❤
Rex-T (4 stories) (253 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
Hi Jan, so good to hear from you.

So, first up, one of my earliest childhood memories was feeling something "odd" which scared me. To put this in context, I was visiting my best friend and while at his house, he pointed to the start of the hallway and told me that he sometimes sees his dad's ghost standing there looking at him. Upon leaving, as I passed the spot suddenly the hallway felt very cold and once out the front door, it warmed back up again. This was in the early 1960's and nobody could afford expensive air conditioning or any cooling device other than a fridge or a fan.

I know what you and Melda mean about parents in the post WW2 era. While I could talk to my mum, dad would have probably given me or my brothers a "clip over the ear" for talking nonsense or being a "smart ass". It's funny how us brothers could talk amongst ourselves about these things but by the time I was in my late teens/early twenties, I would not talk about this stuff with my surfing buddies, for fear of being labelled a "weirdo".

To this day, when I'm day dreaming, my gaze will wander to shadows, carpets, tiles, etc, and see faces in the patterns. Then I'll snap out of my relaxed state and not see anything but squiggly lines.

Thanks, Jan, for sharing such a wonderful childhood memory. Hope you are well.

Rex-T
Melda (9 stories) (1142 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
Hi Jan - I apologise for the misspelling of your name. Perhaps I should just have called you Jan in the first place 😊

Regards, Melda
Melda (9 stories) (1142 posts)
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9 months ago (2019-02-11)
msforgetnott - There are some really nice stories on YGS today and yours is one of them.

I know all about adults' reactions to what their young children tell them, especially when it relates to the paranormal. They have never experienced anything like it, they don't believe in it and therefore the child must be hushed up. I think that happened constantly with people of our generation.

I must say though that these days the younger generations seem to take more notice of their children's "tall tales". Perhaps a lot of them want to put to bed the notion that there is "something wrong" with their child. Parents nowadays seem to be more concerned for their children's mental stability and pay more attention.

Charlie must have had a soft spot for you which is probably why he wanted you to see him and did the winking expressions for you. He probably also knew that you were open to his presence and would not be frightened. The son now, you probably scared the pants off of him! The chances are that he had felt or experienced his father's presence and was trying to put it down to his imagination. Then here comes this little girl and starts winking like his father 😁

The funny face sounds extraordinary and enchanting! I get the feeling that this was some or other entity that liked to amuse children and if that was the case, he would no longer appear to your dad once he had passed childhood. I'm pleased that your dad had the same experience and was prepared to acknowledge that he had seen the same funny face.

Thanks for entertaining us once again with your unique experiences 😊

I hope you are keeping well.

Regards, Melda

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