A Growl in the Dark

I have just come back from THO.  For the first time since my health declined last fall, I spent three weeks there.  It was BEAUTIFUL and I think the first sign that I am finally healing.

I had a very scary experience one dark moonless night but first let me tell you about the evening.

I had been out visiting some family… well actually doing interviews and scanning photos for a branch of my family tree.  One of the most amusing things that I gathered this trip was a photo of my great grandparent’s cottage.  I had not been there since I was about 10 years old and I remembered it as being the grandest and most wonderful of Victorian houses.  When I was about 20 I was disgusted when the people who purchased the property tore down the old house and put up a new one.  It baffled me.  I thought it was a great waste of history and of a beautiful old historic home.  Now, I am in my 40’s and it is the first time that I have seen the cottage in almost 40 years.  I was surprised to see that the house that I recall as being so grand, was ever so humble.  I am including a photo of the cottage and also one of some family time there.  This is a generation older than me; however, the family gatherings remained the same.  Lots of kids, family, food and swimming out to the rock shoal.

Here is the cottage that I believed to be a regular palace.

Here is the cottage that I believed to be a regular palace.

A family gathering for my great grandparents, their children and grandchildren

A family gathering for my great grandparents, their children and grandchildren (summer 1954)

After the fact finding mission, I arrived back at the tiny house at about 10:00 pm.  It was so dark that I couldn’t really see where I was going and just as I entered the door, I heard a growl.  It made the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand up.

Once I got safely in the door, I stood listening and again another growl, just as close and loud as the first one… and I wondered if the doors of the house would protect me from whatever it was that was out there.

I admit, I was feeling pretty scared.

I wondered if I should climb up the stairs or if the two door contingency would work better should I need to escape and as I stood there worried and trying to think it through, another loud growl.

It was then, and only then that I realized it was my own stomach protesting because I did not feed it since noon.

So I was safe.  But the cucumber on the counter met its fate.

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19 thoughts on “A Growl in the Dark

  1. Gwendolen

    Looking at that house and those family members gathered around tables made from most likely pieces of wood from here and there warms my heart. Somehow over the years society has lost the desire to gather on such occasions, finding their days not long enough using whatever time they can to gather material possessions instead. With all this new technology giving us the ability to shop even when tucked into our beds is scary. It feels to me like most people are living like overwound clocks ready to explode. Busy rushing to and fro on foot, in their cars, trying feverishly to be first at everything. All this time passes days, weeks, months and before you know it we’re all looking down at our watches wondering where the time went. So sad we’re not all making memories, little ones, big ones, ones we can take with us. New bought possessions can never take the place of a sweet memory.
    Thanks for a look back at the good old days. : )

  2. Anonymous

    lol oh poor cucumber!!! What incredible photos, you are so lucky to have so many photos of your family!

    • Thanks V,
      I didn’t have so many photos of my family. Now, I unabashedly show up at the houses of my close and distant relatives with a computer and scanner and start asking questions. Some will bring out photos and others don’t. Those who do, see that it is fast, easy and I put everything back, so usually in an hour or so I can have a visit and scan. Some family have more. In the case of these, they belong to my cousin Nora and she has a lot of photos. We have gotten together a few times for me to scan. It is nice too, because I really like Nora, so it gives me a chance to catch up. 😀

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  4. The DC

    I did an honest to goodness spit-take at the ending of this one,heeheehee,sounds so much like me 😛

    You brought back some long forgotten memories of my Great Grand Parent’s house,the old one they had when I was very young,not the new one they built when I was..well,not as young,and the pics of the cottage you shared brought back even more,it looks similar to their old one if memory serves (which,as I get further into this thing called “My 40’s”,seems to be less and less,hahaha!),thank you for that and for sharing 😀

    As far as walking alone at night in the dark…I (legally) concealed carry,LOL,and while I’m not “jumpy” or quick to draw weapon without a dang good cause (which fortunately I’ve only had just cause to once in all my years as a civilian),I’m confident and not a conscientious objector either when it comes to my safety or my family’s when it comes to an attack (whether from a two,or four legged assailant)….the point? I’m glad it was only your stomach,my friend,keep yourself safe 🙂


  5. amberandtanuki

    LOL that’s awesome! I thought it was going to be a bear!

  6. Oh how wonderful it is to see the cottage again! When I used to paint on their beautiful property, before going home I would go down by the cottage for a lovely swim.

    Photo of the family picnic was before that time. I wish I could have recognized some of family in it. Loved seeing the old 1930′? cars. I know I will never forget those wonderful times I spent at Carry-On Farm and dear Violet and Burt and family.

    • The photo features my mom in the swing. I believe it to be the summer before she was hit by the truck. This puts the date of it, at summer of 1954. I don’t know much about cars, but I guess they were old farm trucks to bring back the neighbouring kids.

  7. Anonymous

    Good story! I was worried for you too! I understand how your great-grandparents’ cottage was a castle in your eyes, but – and please don’t shoot me for this – sometimes I think it really does make more sense to start over, especially when building methods, materials and standards are so much better today than they were a hundred years ago. Not that I’m in favour of McMansions, but there are many attractive and modest modern homes that are much more energy efficient than the old clapboard houses.

  8. Nora

    Well done Laura….cottage was grand in its own right!! Did you know that they had that cottage moved down the lake on the ice one winter and placed there? Not sure where it had been originally. Xo I love my time with you working on the family history. How did you make out with the city planner and the preservation of the family graves?

  9. Donna

    got me for a moment!! Glad all’s well.

  10. Kim Struthers

    Stomachs can be our own worst enemy, in times of despair lol. They turn against us, growling, rumbling, churning like old wringer washers that needed to be cranked so our clothes come out clean and almost dry.
    Fear not, Forest Maiden, for granola bars, crackers and peanut butter, or just a plain slice of bread will chase those scary rumblies away……until the next meal time…..

  11. Jeanne C

    I love the pictures, and I would have loved to have seen that old family cottage updated instead of torn down. Some folks just don’t have the fix-it-bug.

    • Yes, I would have strongly preferred this too… but in the days of McMansions, even for cottages, it is the sad reality.

  12. Haha! Good one..

    • Forgot: Those photos are absolutely wonderful! A true palace and the treasures inside.

      Seriously, dwellings like that are priceless these days. A classic.

  13. Got me, Laura. Was sure you were going to have to escape from a bear.

  14. Kari

    Sometimes the scariest thing in the dark is ur own hunger! Lol! K🎪

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