At night our world pretty much closed down, the woods and fields near by, were lonely and some what mysterious.
Sometimes late in the evening Grandpa (Cap)Parman would stop by to get fresh water from our well, and he'd often unfold some of the dark tall tales of our ancestors, and some that he had heard from others over the years.
Stories of hunting trips, ghost tales and strange occurrence's were amongst them.
The ones about "haints" (ghost) and the such, were some of my favorites.
Our grandpa (Cap) was a terrific story teller, and he enjoyed telling you the scary ones .
Once he told us one: that he'd heard from Matt Durham a local neighbor and friend of his, it was supposed to have taken place in a corn field near an older gentleman's home.
Corn had been planted near the home, so the old fellow could keep a eye on it, and keep the varmints out, as well as the moonshiners .
One dark night while walking by his corn patch.
The old gentlemen heard something come right up to him and start eating the big ears of corn from the stalks, making a crushing sound like nothing he'd ever heard.
The next day, when it was day light enough for him to see, he went back to check on the damage to the corn patch ,and maybe find a foot print or something to let him know, what had happened.
To his surprise, no corn had been damaged or eaten from the stalks, or were there any signs of anything ever being in the corn patch .
Mysterious in nature, and unsolvable by reason was this tall tale of Matt's according to (Cap); the only reasonable explanation grandpa(Cap) said was, in his opinion it must have been a "haint' or (ghost) .
Who could argue with Matt's or Grandpa's opinion on that one, or the opinion of what the old man heard in his corn patch.
It was getting close to sundown by the time Grandpa (Cap) finished telling the story , and left with his buckets of water for home.
Until Next Time. God Bless.
My Meditations by, Coleman