My Favorite Ghost Story | Death Folklore and Customs from Appalachia
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- In this video I share my favorite old ghost story and discuss common folklore and customs surrounding death in the Appalachian Mountains.
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Before my uncle died, the last thing he did was to walk out to his bee hives to tell the bees he was going to die. I loved he was so respectful.
Bees like to be kept informed.
I had to smile when I heard you talking about walking on graves because I can remember my mom and dad telling us when we were little that it was disrespectful to walk on peoples graves. And like you, to this day I still think about that every time I am in a graveyard. I always try to walk around the graves, especially if it is a fresh grave and it is obvious where the casket is laying.
My mom. Did same here in wva
Same! Missouri Ozarks.
Same in CT😂
I moved into an old country house. Renting. The house had one piece of furniture left in it. A fairly nice recliner. It was placed in an odd position facing away from the rest of the living room.
Landlord said I could keep it. Free furniture why not.
We rearranged the furniture to our liking. And that's when it began.
All night it sounded like someone was walking around upstairs. Then going up and down the staircase. Every once in a while it even sounded like someone was using the bathroom. Stuff would fall off the counter in the kitchen and items would get lost then show back up days later. I thought I was going crazy, both me and the girlfriend.
It kept getting worse. After a couple of months it sounded like stomping up and down the staircase. The one that was blocked off.
In desperation we decided to put that recliner back into it's spot where it was when we moved in.
All that ruckus stopped that night.
Next week I told some work buddies about it all. One guy went totally grey.
Turns out he grew up in that same house. That was his dad's chair. Always looking out the window. His dad died in that chair looking out that window.
When I moved out. That chair stayed right where it was at.
Gave me chills-thank you for sharing the story!
You never place your head of bed where sun comes up or sets
Same applied to furniture where company or family sits
It applied headaches for first one (bed) and arguments within family the second
I hold that to this day, I do not donut my grandma
I heard a similar story just last week in Pocahontas, Arkansas.
We did a nighttime tour of some historical buildings there and heard ghost stories about each place.
One was an old country store, the story was of an unfamiliar sickly looking woman who would show up with a baby bottle for milk and run off without paying.
After it happened two days in a row the store owner had the preacher come sit in the store to see if she came back so he could see if he recognized her and maybe help her because she obviously was ill, poor, and had a baby.
She came just like before and wouldn't respond to the preachers questions, she just waited for her milk and ran out the door.
The preacher followed her though town and up a wooded path to a small cabin.
Nobody answered the door, so he let himself in.
Inside the woman lay dead in her bed, her baby happily drinking the bottle of fresh milk in his cradle.
She was buried that day, nobody knew who she was.
Supposedly the store owner and wife took the child in and the woman was never seen again.
Years ago, (about 1978 or so), at an auction I bought a box full of things - they wanted to get the sale over quickly, as it was beginning to drizzle out there. Well, I got home with my "treasure" and going through the stuff, I found a clipping from an old newspaper. It told of an old woman who had passed away and the family held the vigil over her all night, with candlelight. This old woman was so bent, hunched over, and all, they'd had to tie her hands and feet to get her into a position where she was straight. The elderly women folk took turns sitting up with the body, and shortly after midnight, somehow the rope tied to her wrists came undone, and the little old woman, because of her condition, suddenly sat up - frightening the woman watching over her so much she fainted from fright. Another there who was beside the body also was frightened so much they had a heart attack, and died. What a night that must have been, when the following morning they had two bodies that needed to be buried! (I put that newspaper clipping away for safe-keeping, but in all of my moving since then, it got lost in the shuffle! How I wish I had kept it, now!)
I love this Ghost Story you told - it's one of the best Ive heard!
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Both my grandmothers were brought home for viewing and remained for a night or two until funeral. Both had lived with us. We had to remove all furniture out of living room for one and my other grandma , we removed bedroom furniture and she stayed in her room.. As writing this, I have no idea where the furniture was stored. I'm 69 years old and I have seen so much. And happy to have done so.
This could definitely be a true story.. I went to Salem Church growing up. Its one of the oldest churches in the county if it's the same Salem I attended.. Round Top mountain is maybe a mile or so away from the church. I'm pretty sure some Sexton were buried there, and I'll have to check and see what I can find out as some of the old headstones are very hard to read. I've never heard this story, but given the familiarity it's absolutely fascinating. Ms. Dyer Jones' column is in our newspaper each week. She's a local historian and a beloved member of the community. It's not every day a ghost story has a happy ending. This one is truly unique! Thank you for sharing!
I remember when the deceased was brought home and a relative would sit all night at the casket. My mama said a hoot owl hooting nearby was a sign of death. I grew up across the road from a graveyard and us kids never crossed the road after dark. Happy Halloween y'all and thanks for sharing!
Yep sitting up with the dead.
@@tunit8946 , yep I've heard of that before too. Even Elvis and his mama Gladys were brought back home for thier funerals. Elvis week is coming soon. Aug. 16th, 1977 since Elvis' death.
I grew up in wilkes county and I was taught a lot of these superstitions. I heard a hoot owl in the early morning hour when my son past away and I also heard one the day before my husband past. I don't know if it was warning or coincident. But I haven't heard one since. That was over 9 years ago. I hope I never hear one again. Thanks for the stories. They bring back good memories.
Glad you enjoyed this one 😀
Where I’m from, hearing an owl hoot anytime of day is considered to be a bad omen that someone in your family, such as relatives, parents or aunts and uncles and so on, is about to die.
It reminds me of a line from "Swannanoa tunnel". He says a hoot owl callin' means somebody's dying.
My favorite author is coming out with a book called Go Tell the Bees that I am Gone. Her books take place in the highlands of NC during the 18th century. Between her books and your channel, these mountains have come more alive to me than ever 🌄⛰️
Before my sister died in 1964 (she was 5, I was 6) I remember a black bird of some sort, flying into our house & Mom saying someone was gonna die. That image & her words never left me. They never will. Many of the things you said I remember my Granny saying. I believe there's truth in all of it
The one I grew up hearing is, if you take some dirt from a loved one's grave who just passed and spread the dirt over your doorstep, that person would visit you that night.
Thats scary. I wouldnt mess with that one.
That's a wonderful story. Much better than the ghost stories I was told when I was young. However, I have a few ghost stories of my own. 😃
Would love to hear yours too 😀
I'm from NY/NJ. We don't have ghost stories. May be Pine Barrens in NJ. I'll have to check.
Growing up as a kid 60 years ago there was not a shortage of storytellers. Many of which were ghost stories. Mama always said, "don't put a hat on a bed, you'll hear of a death."
We say " Dream of the dead, you will hear of the living". I won't walk on a grave-very disrespectful. Love ghost stories. Have heard similar in my days to the Eliza and Liza baby story. I was told seeing an anomaly in animals would affect your baby--like a 2 headed chicken or something. I did see something like that and lost a baby once.
This is such a bittersweet story, but I really enjoyed it!
Regarding walking on graves, we were also told not to do it...but that's because Granddad said the dead people would reach up and try to pull us into the grave with them!
My favorite story my granddad told me about graveyards, though, was him passing one when he was a kid. He had stolen a watermelon from someone's garden, and spotted something white floating near the fence. He was convinced he was being haunted for stealing that watermelon, dropped the melon, and took off running for home as hard as he could go. He went back by the next day...and it turns out it was nothing but an old bag stuck to the fence!
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I can remember as a young girl someone passed away in my family. Went to her house she was layed out in the living room. Had someone sat beside her all night. Believe in 3 in a roll. I was told not to walk on Graves for respect
susan oswalt, I believe in the 3 in a roll too. It definitely seems to happen that way. You know how everyone believes that something bad will happen on Friday the 13th? That's how I feel about March the 24th or March period. My dad died when I was only 10 years old on March 24, 1979. ( it's also my aunt's birthday my mom's sister). My grandfather died in March and was supposed to be buried on the 24th, but they changed it to the 25th, because they didn't want to bury my grandfather on his daughter's birthday. Another time on March 24th, I remember going to school one morning and a wreck had happened right in front of my friends house. Her and her sister was waiting on the school bus when the wreck happened. The people died and my friend and her sister went and covered them up with sheets until the ambulance got there. Then this past March 15th I had a heart attack. I'm telling ya.... there's just something about March that gives me the creeps and keeps me on edge.
Great story! I really enjoyed it. In KY where my mother's side of family is from they do sit up all night long around the clock with their dead loved one. My grandma has had both my grandfather and her oldest son's visitations for their death at her home in the early 60's instead of at a funeral home. When my cousin died in the early 70's his body was at a funeral home but we did sit up all night long with his body. I was one of those who sat up with him. I was 16 years old at the time my cousin died. He was only 18 years old at time of his death. Sitting up all night with his body with my other cousins who were much older than I never bothered me. We brought in food and made coffee in the kitchen area of the funeral home while we sat up with his body. Now I do believe in the death happening in 3's as it has happened in my family several times throughout the years. It has never failed to be 3 consecutive deaths. My mother was suffering so much towards the end of her life from Colon Cancer. My dad and brother decided to move her to a Hospice Facility in her final days as mom became so ill it was just too much to handle at home. She had wanted to pass away at home but sadly her condition was so deteriorated that it was impossible to continue to care for her on our own even with Hospice help. When she was being moved to the facility I began packing our bags so I could stay in her town to be closer to her every day and sit up with her at night. The day they moved her to Hospice Facility a bird suddenly came into my home. I have no idea how it got in but it was flying all around my livingroom and kitchen. We chased it all over my house but it flew upstairs and we could not find it. I knew then that my mother was going to pass very soon as My Grandma from KY had always believed when a bird comes to you or flies into your home someone is going to die very soon. We stopped looking for the bird as I wanted to get to my mom quickly and we had a 1 1/2 hours drive ahead of us. My son and I got there and spent all evening and night with her. I went to my friend's home who lives close to the Hospice Facility to freshen up. We returned to be with my mom. The whole family was there the next day and she quietly passed away that evening just 24 hours after the bird flew into my home. A few days later when we returned home I found the bird laying dead on my counter top next to the sink. I have no idea what type of bird it was. It was medium sized, solid black with small bluish spots all over it's body and wings. I had never seen a bird like that before. Before my Grandma from KY passed away. A bird came to my cousin's and my mom's window sill in their kitchens and sat there outside the window and sang to them. It was a red Cardinal which is the state bird of KY. My Grandma passed away a couple days later. I was also alerted by a Cardinal when my mom's sister (my favorite Aunt) passed away. I knew instantly that she was gone before I got the phone call from my mom an hour later letting me know that my Aunt passed away. I told my mom about the Cardinal coming to me and letting me know of my Aunt's death just an hour before her call to me. I already knew...
Thank you for sharing your experiences 😀
I've always heard if a bird got in your house ....there was going to be a pregnancy in your family. That happened to my sister every time she got pregnant.
What a beautiful story, my husband's father died in the 60s from a coal mining accident, they lived in southern Ohio and his body was laid out in the family home they did not use a funeral home either.
This actually happened to me. I had a sister-in-law who was killed in a car accident. The next morning as l was getting ready for work my dad was reading the article about the accident. I had my back turned to him and l heard a very loud noise of something that had fallen. When l turned around a clock that had been on the wall above my computer desk for years had fallen. Nothing was knocked off of my desk and when l looked at the time on the clock it was the exact same time that my sister-in-law had been killed the previous morning. The clock was put back on the wall and has never fallen since.
We lost 3 members of our family within 3 yrs. My mom, dad, and uncle ! 4 within 5 yr. Counting My aunt! I still believe in a lot of the folklore!
In Virginia and North Carolina when people passed years ago someone "Sat" with the person. The front house doors were hollow and had Hinge Pins that were removable. The body was put on this door for the viewing. I'm not sure if the door was put on the person's bed or propped up on something.
Boogers , Haints and Witches was one of my favourite parts of the Foxfire books. Love a great scary story🙋🏼♀️
We devoured that series growing up. I still want to get them for myself and for my kiddos.
@@amethyst5538 they are still available in some places. I used to have a lot of them but they got lost along the way as life changed. I wish I had them to pass down to my grandchildren.
My mother's mother died around 1904. (or thereabouts...) My mother was young (12-14, I think), and her mother had just a month prior given birth to a healthy little boy that she named Edwin. Just before she died, she told her many children (along with my young mother), that she was leaving them and that she was taking the baby with her. As it turned out, they buried the baby together with my grandmother.
Looking back now, I have to think that my grandfather must have killed the baby because there were so many children to take care of (12), and not much food for them. As hard as that sounds, I think that happened often hundreds of years ago.
So sad Ron.
My name is Edwin for what it's worth.
In those days there was no such thing as baby formula. If the mother died, unless there was a wetnurse around, the baby was vulnerable. Sometimes cow or goats milk were available but some babies did not thrive on them and eventually died too. Or the baby may have succumbed to the same thing that took his mother.
In the area I grew up in people would not allow children to go hungry. I know of many instances where people took in unrelated children when one or both of their parents died. They raised them as their own and even changed their names to their own (which really messes up a genealogist). I'm sure that if the baby was healthy enough to eat someone in the area would have stepped in and taken it to raise. That is one thing I am extremely proud of about our Southern Appalachian area. We see to the needs of our children first!
@@papaw5405 Sadly, my grandfather was not a "caring" and sympathetic person. Many disliked or even hated him (including his own children). He was a HARD old man. (Of course I didn't know him when he was young, but even my mother didn't like him.) He worked his children like slaves. My mother was building the morning fire and picking cotton at 5 years old. At 16, she could pick 500 pound of cotton a day! I can't say for sure what happened to the baby, but my 'guess' is that there was nobody to care for him and with what my grandmother said about "taking him with her", even she had agreed on the baby's demise. I hesitate to say this publicly (but the truth is truth), one of my grandfather's sons killed him. I was around 12 years old and lived 1/4 mile from them and saw the outcome.
@@RonRay I am so sorry for that horrendous trauma. May God have mercy on their souls!
That was an amazing story. Kinda sad. I remember my father wouldn't let any of our beds face east and west because graves are dug facing east and west. The death comes in 3 really does seem to hold true doesn't it. Most of all you said we heard as little ones growing up in Texas
What a sweet story. There’s many old sayings that come from things like this, such as dead ringer, from when they used to put a string in the casket, and if the person woke up which happened, they could ring the bell. Or graveyard shift, working all night listening for the bell.
They brought my mother-in-law to the church on Saturday evening and we sat up all night. It started with half the church full but people began finding things they had forgotten to do at home. Finally it got down to just me and her grandson Mike. We sang and talked until we ran out of songs to sing and stories to tell then we just sat there. It wasn't hard for me because I was working third shift at the time and had slept some on Saturday morning. Mike was pretty much a night person too.
They brought my wife's grandmother home to her little bitty house up on Alarka and we spent the night there but we went to bed way up in the morning. We slept in our clothes and there was four or five on one little bed. Needless to say I didn't get any sleep but it wasn't because there was a dead body on the other side of the wall. Dead people are not the ones who poke you in the eye with their elbow or knee you in the you know what every time you doze off.
Thank you Papaw!!
Hey Papaw, your last sentence gave me a good chuckle! I needed that.
Dogs and cats definitely know when someone that they are close to either are sick or dies. I started getting sick a couple years ago and my cat kept jumping up in my lap. She had never been a lap cat before. At first I thought she was hungry or thirst, but she had food and water. I finally realized she knew there was something wrong. I've seen dogs grieve themselves to death after someone death too. They can since things too. Thank you for sharing these stories. I haven't heard of the story about the mother and her baby. That's sad and a scary thought.
I'm a backwoods country girl from Georgia. My family's last name is Smith. I'm from around Eastman Georgia and hawkinsville originally and my family still takes our family to our maw maw's house every time a family member dies. Maw maw is no longer alive but my family still does that and the home is still in the family of course. Came across your channel on accident and I'm glad I did. I love all these old stories. Thank you so much for sharing.
Welcome and thank you 😀
That story made me tear up. The love of a mother is something fierce. I often tell my husband that I love our children so much it’s almost painful ♥️ Thank you!!
I have heard this wonderful story before. I really love it could very well be my favorite too. It is very inspiring & uplifting. A good mother's love is so strong.
We have a family cemetery on our land. We also have another one further into East Texas on our ancestral land. I've never walked on a grave out of respect. I do kneel at them, weeding planting & putting out flowers & such. I know my people aren't there. They are in heaven. I always feel that they can see me & know how much I love & miss them. My husband made the most beautiful benches for our cemetery, 2 of them are rockers. For as long as I live I will make my family's graves as lovely as possible. I planted wisteria right behind my parents graves. It drapes over beautifully. My mama's favorite flower & color.
We have "Booger Holler"(with a road named after it) where a family just vanished into thin air with dinner sitting on the kitchen table . The house where it happened is gone now, but locals claim on certain nights a witch wanders around there. We would go there at night but always had a gun with us.
Spooky!
That's a beautiful story, made me tear up . Blessings and joy to all .
Not walking on graves out of respect was instilled in me growing up too. That was a sad but touching story. It awful to think there were probably people buried alive back in the old days.
I had a friend pass away tragically while I was pregnant with my daughter. I went to her visitation as I loved her very much. When my daughter was born she had the most beautiful eyes just like my friend. My mama always said I marked her when I went to see my friend that I loved so
You mentioned the call of the screech owl to my amusement. I have been out in my pasture at night and heard this previously unknown to me call . It is indeed very eerie and made chills go up my neck . Then I inadvertently came across the call of the Eastern screech owl on CZcams and looked it up. Turns out it is the call of an adorable fluffy little ball of feathers with huge yellow eyes that barely stands 12 inches tall ! The call is a soft purring sound that could be straight out of the Amazon jungle. Great ghost story too but much sadder than most. Many thanks.
That was a touching story! When I was a teen my grandmother had a long time family friend ,a gentleman who would travel with her for company when visiting our home, on one of these visits he passed away. We children were not at home and were not told the details of his death.... until we were adults. Over the yearsThe little rocking chair in my sisters room ( she had to give up her room when we had visitors) sometimes rocked inexplicably. This frighted mostly my mother, as we later learned....she was the one who found him slumped over in the rocking chair. Thankfully we were not told the circumstances of he’s death until after the house was sold. My sister still has the rocking chair!
After My Grandmother died, a few nights later I was woken up and I saw, standing at the foot of my bed, an old woman in a pink channeal house coat! I spoke out to her "Grandmother?" and she said, "No, I am your Great Grandmother" then she disappeared. It was weird for sure!
A great story! I remember my paternal grandmother and my mother telling us stories about scary things that happened in their communities. One story was about two brothers who went into the woods of Wolf Creek to do a ritual to sell their souls to the devil. It included an animal sacrifice and a cauldron. Well, they raised a demon and it frightened them so bad that it scared the devil right out of them!
I also remember when my great-aunt, Lottie, passed away, her wake was held in her house. The older men sat around and drank whiskey while the women were in the kitchen talking in whispers about one thing or another. Nothing like that is done today.
I certainly miss the old ones, and the stories and ways they shared with us when we were kids.
My sister died 21 year ago today on Halloween morning. My mom and I both woke up to beautiful chimes that sounded heavenly. We always spend today together as a family with my parents and my now children and grandkids . Shelly was 18 and died in a car accident.
So very sad. I just can't imagine.
I was always taught to respect the dead and when they pass open a window so their spirit can leave..being an aide for years when I wash a patient that has passed away I always talk to the pt and show respect ✝️✝️
My Mammaw always said dreaming of muddy water was a sign of a death coming. Dreaming of fish means a new baby is on the way. She also refused to leave a house other than through the same door she entered through. The water from the last snow in March is good for treating burns (I can attest to this one), she was full of wise sayings 😊
Yeah I’ve seen the death in threes a lot too. Having an owl hoot close to your house for several nights in a row is one I’ve seen here in Mississippi. When my mom passed there was an owl that would come and hoot next to her window for about a week before she died. I loved listening to this. I love the evening sounds just as much. Thank you
I thank you and your family for sharing Appalachia tradition. My family is from the mountains of Western N.C., close to east TN. I experienced a bird flying in my house one time (around 1990 or 91) and it landed on the headboard of my bed, on my side, not my husband's. My maternal grandmother passed soon after. Anyway, thank you, again.
I absolutely loved these stories.
That's one of my favorite ghost stories also. The first time I heard a version of it was on the Heartland Series with Bill Landry . Growing up in east Tennessee we watched The Heartland Series on channel 10 out of Knoxville Tennessee. Love that story and all the good people and stories that were told. Thanks for sharing that spooky story it reminds me of my younger years.❤️😊
The song Wildfire has a hoot owl calling by the window... I can say this, my mom had a pretty ornate gold clock under a glass dome with three balls on rods that were supposed to swing around and back as the chimes at the bottom of the clock. It was given to her for retirement from her company. I never saw it working and she said it wouldn't. Then one day my girls and I went to see my parents and I noticed the movement of the chimes. I asked my mom how did she fix it. She told me she didn't, that after my son crossed over it started to work.
I have always experienced happenings and thought that a more natural thing than not. My youngest daughter has told me the angels follow me because I always see sparkles out of the corner of my eye. Or hear faint singing and music. My mother said my grandmother (her mother) would tell her to explain things to me, because she knew I was like her (my grandmother). It took my mother many years to begin to tell me what my grandmother thought I should know. She didn't care to talk about those things. I wish I could have had some time growing up with my grandmother.
I love that story... what a blessing that the neighbor took care to help the woman. I know these things can happen through many personal experiences. One thing I have heard is that people should take care not to hurt a person that can receive messages from the departed. They will protect that person by all means. I don't remember if that is a Finnish saying or Scandinavian in general. I hope you tell more legends.
Many Blessings and much Love to you and your family Miss Tipper!
For six nights in a row …She ran calling wildfire…in a blizzard she was lost. That has to be one of the saddest songs ever.
My paternal grandmother believed that deaths come in threes, but she applied it to celebrities as well as neighbors and relatives. She also claimed that if you dream of the dead, they are not at rest.
I like the ringing of the bells, we should be doing that now, As a sign to show they were acknowledged
Dang that's a good story. Those old wives tales are the same here in Alabama.
In Ky.all you have to have is a coroner report. no funeral home involved you can bury them at home, if that's your wish. this is a law in Ky.
Thank you for sharing that info 😀
I'm moving there lol. I just want to be put in the ground. That's it. Become part of the earth.
@@teekotrain6845 Shouldn't you wait until you die first?
@@vincentperratore4395 lol ! 😂
@@CelebratingAppalachia Same here in West Virginia, and that is my funeral plan. As a lifelong blacksmith I hope to forge my own iron cross marker before I pass 🤞
My dad died and for a few days after old Zeb the dog howled in the evenings and he himself went off and died. As is with most dogs he found a place never located by people.
Animals tend to do that, if they're outside. 😭
Same thing happened to our dog when my dad died. Poor thing grieved himself to death. It's so sad.
Mom was from Rockwood, Roane Co., TN and I'm originally from Atlanta, GA. I was taught growing up that death comes in three's (and it does), when someone passes away in their home you drape all of the mirrors in black (if anyone looks directly into the mirrors while doing this, they will be the next person to die) and stop the clocks so the spirit isn't trapped by it's reflection or time still moving on the clocks. If someone passes away at home open all the windows so the spirit has a quick journey to the other side. I've set up with the dead with another family member only once as a kid. The closed eyes either have half dollar or silver dollar on each one to pay the ferryman. For every death in the family there will be a birth that follows. Never rock an empty rocking chair because it invites spirits into your home. Never buy a used mirror at any sale; mirrors can be portals and you have no idea about the people or the home they kept.If you hear a rooster crow at night there will be a death in your family. Hanging windchimes or bells on your porch keeps bad/evil spirits away; they will start ringing on their own if one tries to get into your house. If a nrrom leaning against the wall falls over on its own, companies coming. Also the superstition of marking your baby by viewing a corpse.~APRIL LIPKE
That is a beautiful story!! Reminds me of the young woman who was in a car accident and died. Her baby girl in the back was still alive and barely holding on. The EMTs clearly heard a woman's voice screaming HELP ME, HELP, HELP and they kept telling her they were trying to help. They all heard her clearly. They managed to get the baby out and she was saved but the mother was dead and had been dead for hours. So who did they hear screaming HELP? One of the rescuers wrote a book about it but can't remember the name. Beautiful story about how strong a mother's love is!! Thank you and loving your channel!!!
I saw the re- inactment of this on tv, this is true…
thats a great story. 👍👍❤️ I did grow up where barn burnings were common on Halloween, my best friends Dad and many other volunteer fire fighters stayed real busy those Halloween nights . I still remember my brother taking us trick or treating wearing his roller skates , he was just the coolest, still is.
Love the roller skates 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia me too, he wore them everywhere until my 10 th bday, when he traded them for a ten speed bike, which he gave me on my bday, to this day i have never forgot that my bro loved me more then his skates , he did his paper route on those blue and yellow skates. He is still my hero. 😁
@@naomitracy5684 So sweet 😀
Tipper, I just love you! I'll be "reminiscing' all night now!
I have a story about a howling dog...and death. My 2nd cousin had a big white fuzzy dog called Trixy who would howl all night long from time to time. All the ladies would bet so upset, which upset the men. After Trixy disappeared, the howling stopped.....
Howling all night can end in a death....
The story was sad and happy all in one. Many years ago my family brought their corpses home prior to the burial. I never really liked that but it was part of my growing up. After I was grown I sat at the mortuary with family members before the funerals.
Thank you for watching 😀
They used to bury people with strings attached to bells in case the person buried was actually still alive. They could pull the string attached to the bell above ground to ring it. It actually saved a few people from what I’ve read!
I come from a long line of superstitious family. There's literally hundreds I've heard. There's so many I cannot remember them all. But if I hear somebody telling of a certain superstition, it jars my memory and I remember them then.
I've heard of the Whip Poor Will signaling a death. My family had gone to my Grandmother's house to attend her before her death. Opon our return, a neighbor related that he heard a Whipporwill while we were gone.
as a kid I loved to listen to stories of Hants as mama called them and my daddy's telling of raw hide and bloody bones was a thrill for us kids Thank you for sharing this video ❤
Thanks, Tipper!! You always share enough of what I know and enough of what "I don't know" to make for an interesting and entertaining video!! I believe we are all the masters of what "we allow" to spook us.
Glad you enjoyed this one Abe 😀
My grandma on my mom’s side always said a baby would die if it did not fall off the bed before a year old. My niece and nephew fell off by themselves. My cousin had not fell off the bed at about ten months, so my aunt rolled her off onto quilts and pillows. Not sure where this came from, but we keep this superstition. My good friend always sees crows before someone dies. I have had a few strange things happen. Some could be called random coincidences. To me they were little messages to help me know that love does not die. Happy Halloween. 🎃
I've heard the not walking on a grave and have always followed that one, I've heard that if a black bird like a crow flies into a home it means death, holding your breath going by a cemetery (I've caught myself unconsciously doing this still lol), I also firmly believe that death comes in 3s. I've heard about the baby being marked too.
The ghost story was well written, you can almost see it. I thought it was sweet that the kids wanted to do a service for someone for a beggar. If it was me, I probably would have been scared and secretly hoped a woman never came for milk lol. Thanks for the story and happy Halloween!
Tipper I've only known one other woman named Ethelene! Very surprised to hear it spoken again.
The " grave site" you have posted At the beginning of this video is exactly like my Great Grandmother's grave AND HER LAST CHILD , Louise! Also in Febuary 1953 my beautiful Aunt Elaine Wesson passed away during a trip to Rodchester, MN at the Mayo Clinic from Multiple Sclerosis seizure. SHECWAS brought back to Alabama by train and " brought home" to my grandparents dining room which opened into the living room. I of course only remember the stories but growing up in that home the dining room was always kept " Closed off from the rest of the house. I think my GRANDMOTHER could not bear the memory and I always felt a "cold airish" spot when I went in the dining room at the spot where the coffin lay.
Many ofthe " superstitions you have mentioned in the video I have HEARD OF and Practiced all my life as I too was taught to RESPECT the cemetery and the desthbof loved ones and neighbors and friends. I have the clock that rested in the living room of my grandparents home on the mantel piece. It was stopped when Aunt Elaine was brought into the home and NEVER restarted. I have not attempted to reset it since it came to me. The time reads 12:08(pm?).
Thanks For all your wonderful Reasearch on this time of year.
Blessings THIS , ALL SAINTS DAY, 2021. I stand in prayer for ALL MY BELOVEDS GONE. I shall never let them be forgotten .
Another " saying" I've always heard and PRACTICED IS " A LOVEDVONE PASSED CAN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN AS LONG AS SOMEONE SPEAKS TJIER NAME ON ALL SAINTS DAY! MY LIST IS NOW VERY LONG AND GROWS SORROWFULLY ! BUT with love in MY heart I say " Lovie Elaine Wesson , you dear Aunt are Remembered!❤🙏😌 by
Oh Tipper, that was so touching.
That kind of story, you really wonder if it could be true.
Those story tellers are very good at painting the picture so vivid you really scratch your head.
I've heard screech owls and yes they defiantly can make a dark night even more scary.
Thank you for the story.
Enjoyed this tipper....I am familiar with most of these ....like you , I was taught to not walk on a grave ....my grandparents, uncles and father use to tell old ghost stories, us kids really enjoyed them ,no matter how many times we heard the same ones....they always called them haints too....thanks tipper ....God bless... 🙏
Wow that is a powerful story Ms. Sexton is a big name over here in Australia/New Zealand. We call ourselves ANZACs here after our families who fought alongside our appalachian ancestors in the world wars. We know our cousins over there were the best soldiers in the US army and we acknowledge that. We are very blessed to be their cousins. Australia and New Zealand is significant for the fact that the clock operating our trading world begins here. It is why every New Year the news notes that we are the first to see the New Year in. Typically we are a day in front of you over there in the US. Blessings Ms. Yes and deaths tend to come in threes over these ways too.
My Mama always told me never to walk on a grave, I remember that so well. She grew up in Pittsylvania County, VA in the 1950’s. But my Grandmother has all the old sayings and traditions down cold, she grew up in the 1940’s in the country.
My mom would often talk about when my dad died in 1952, there were 2 other men on our street of 8 houses that also died. Dad was only 39, but the others were Grandfathers.God Bless. Jean
Some areas they used to put a small hole in the casket and would tie a string onto the deceased person's hand and run the string all the way up to above the grave mound and tie that end onto a bell. That way, if the person wasn't really dead and would wake up they could pull the string to ring the bell and alert anyone to the fact that they were down there, buried alive !!
Death comes in threes. I lost two uncles and a grandfather in a two month span. And that is what I had always been told.
And yes, never walk on a grave. We were always taught that. And, like you…I still won’t do it. Sends a chill up my spine!
you can read me stories anytime Miss Tipper. Love your posts...Every day I look for a new post. blessed I am.
thank you missy
Good ghost story. Wasn't sure if I should listen before bed. We sang My Grandfather's Clock in grade school. I always liked the song and enjoyed Paul and Pap playing and singing it! Thanks
That ghost story gave me shivers. Wonder if that's possible? I'll have to sleep on it. You're a real genuine mountain historian. Love your recall of days gone by events. I've heard quite a few of those things along my way through life. Keep'em coming.
So very interesting and I can hardly wait to tell my young grand sons about the baby. I’m sure they will remember it forever just like I remember all the stories my mom told me about dead people and caskets😳
My grandma always said hear a bird sing at night somebody’s dying to your left or to your right
Meaning someone you knew was gonna die or come close to it
That’s a really sweet ghost story! When I was in high school…. The falling picture happened the day before a friend of mine committed suicide. Creepy, as I have never heard that bit of folklore
Happy Halloween! I have only heard of and practiced two …we grew up saying it was bad manners to breathe when we drove past a giant cemetery in our area. So my friends and l would always hold our breath , also that it was bad manners to walk on graves.
My husband comes from Pittsburgh and he always said that if there is a crow on your lawn , that that meant that there would be a death soon. I had never heard that , but in my area we didn’t have any superstitions… that l knew of about death.
I really enjoyed the ghost story and the chat . Thank you for posting tonight 🖤🧡🖤
Thank you for sharing this.
We always opened a window in the house were someone passed .. To let the spirit out..
Tipper I sure do enjoy Being read to buy you thank you very much
Loved listening to this.
Love the story. My mom told us a story when we were kids. When she was a kid a relative was sick and on her death bed. But she lingered for a long time. One night there was a storm. Lightning was s tricking close to the house. All of a sudden a lightning ball came down the chimney and rolled across the floor under the persons bed then rolled back out and back up the chimney. The relative died in that instant. She said it was a true story.🤔. My Granny would say not to put a hat on the bed or someone would die.
Love these stories. Thank You
I loved the story. Thanks Tipper for sharing !💕
Tipper, I grew up with a lot of those superstitions. My Nannie and Mom were very superstitious. They grew up hearing them and passed those on to me. And yes, I always walk around, never over, a grave. Respect.
You should put together a book of all the ghost stories and folklore and all the old sayings of Appalachia I would be the 1st to buy that book!!!!, im from southern ohio right next to Huntington wva. I grew up hearing most if not all of the ones you mentioned in this video. Along with dont open an umbrella inside , dont put a hat on a bed because it means death, and its bad luck to step over someone thats laying in the floor/ground. just to name a few :)
Omg im loving these! I could listen all day
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Thanks for sharing Tipper
When I was a child, I lived in Okinawa, and they tell a variation of this ghost story, about a candy shop owner and a mysterious young woman who came for candy every day for a few days. Finally, when the shop owner followed her, he was led to a tomb, where the woman’s body lay, and her newborn baby who was still alive. Isn’t it interesting how the same stories pop up around the world in different settings!
What a beautiful story!
I love your stories. thank you.
Glad you like them!
Loved that story! You told it so well!
Glad you enjoyed it!
I'm going to be looking through your videos for more stories!! I can't tell you how happy I was to listen to this one. Because it seemed SO familiar to me because I realized this was a forgotten treasure of my childhood, just sitting around telling stories. And always trying to tellthbe beat or most interesting story
i love that story! so cool
Such a great story. Thank you, Tipper
Glad you enjoyed it!
Interesting that you speak of the "tolling of the bells" at churches when someone died. My mama always told me that certain people could hear "death bells" like a kind of ringing in their ears when someone they knew had passed away. She believed that she could hear them too. I always wonder about that if I have a bit of ringing in my ears. Is it tinnitus or a "death bell?"
Thank you for preserving this beautiful oral tradition!!
You have a lovely voice for storytelling.
That was really great, thank you Tipper. I believe that one is my new favorite also.
Glad you enjoyed it 😀