When You Die A Train Will Be Involved
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My mother was raised right on the railroad. Just below Stonebranch near Big Creek. Her dad had a big store there during the depression. His name was Floyd Lilly.
When she was first married she and dad went to a carnival at Logan. She paid a gypsy a dollar to get her fortune told. Only mom would ask how she was going to die. The gypsy looked at the ball and said, "I see trains are involved. You have trains all around you". Mom jumped back telling her that she lived right on the rail road and that is how she traveled to the store, by walking the rails.
When she got home her dad told her how she used to sleep walk and he would find her on the railroad standing at the crossing. He said he was always afraid not to lock her bed room door.
Growing up I can remember her being so terrified of the rail road tracks. Once about 1967 she had walked to Big Creek to get the mail and in the curve there right above Big Creek about 5 minutes after she had walked past there, a train derailed about 8 cars. She was a nervous wreck. If shed been a few minutes either way she would of been covered up.
She used to scream at my brother for jumping freight trains and going to the movies. He never knew why she was so paranoid. I guess I was the only one of her children that she told about the gypsy. Shed asked me if I believe in stuff like that. I'd laugh and say no way.
Now comes the scary part, I swear on a bible on my dying breath. Mom was 84 when she died two years ago. She was in the Boone nursing home. Her room mate had died two months before and she kept telling me that Hazel was trying to come take her with her.
Mom became very ill and my sister is a nurse at St. Mary's in Huntington. She wanted mom to be taken care of very well and asked if they would put mom on her floor. The fifth floor where she works is pediatrics. Also they have orthopedics up there and elderly care.
Mom was so happy to be going to Libby's floor. They brought her up to the floor got off the elevator and mom just shut her eyes. They brought her into the room and she made them shut the door. Libby showed her a picture of a train and she said I hate trains.
We were taking turns taking care of her. When you get on the pediatric floor it's decorated like a train station. Some of you might remember it. There are pictures all up and down the hall ways. Inside the rooms a train goes all around the ceiling. I was setting there around 3 A.M. in the morning watching her and knowing she wasn't going to last much longer. It hit me smack in the face. When you die you will be surrounded by trains. I see trains. I started to cry and shake all over. A nurse came in and I had to tell her. She was so amazed this was when mom was 16 years old. That was 60 some years ago this gypsy told her that. I told my brother and sisters the next day and they could not ever remember mom telling that story and they freaked. Now, what do you think of it? Life is such a mystery. You're told to not believe is such stuff but, when you live it. It's a different story.
When You Die A Train Will Be Involved... by Mary Farley... My mother was raised right on the railroad. Just below Stonebranch near Big Creek. Her dad had a big store there during the depression. His name was Floyd Lilly.
When she was first married she and dad went to a carnival at Logan. She paid a gypsy a dollar to get her fortune told. Only mom would ask how she was going to die. The gypsy looked at the ball and said, "I see trains are involved. You have trains all around you". Mom jumped back telling her that she lived right on the rail road and that is how she traveled to the store, by walking the rails.
When she got home her dad told her how she used to sleep walk and he would find her on the railroad standing at the crossing. He said he was always afraid not to lock her bed room door.
Growing up I can remember her being so terrified of the rail road tracks. Once about 1967 she had walked to Big Creek to get the mail and in the curve there right above Big Creek about 5 minutes after she had walked past there, a train derailed about 8 cars. She was a nervous wreck. If shed been a few minutes either way she would of been covered up.
She used to scream at my brother for jumping freight trains and going to the movies. He never knew why she was so paranoid. I guess I was the only one of her children that she told about the gypsy. Shed asked me if I believe in stuff like that. I'd laugh and say no way.
Now comes the scary part, I swear on a bible on my dying breath. Mom was 84 when she died two years ago. She was in the Boone nursing home. Her room mate had died two months before and she kept telling me that Hazel was trying to come take her with her.
Mom became very ill and my sister is a nurse at St. Mary's in Huntington. She wanted mom to be taken care of very well and asked if they would put mom on her floor. The fifth floor where she works is pediatrics. Also they have orthopedics up there and elderly care.
Mom was so happy to be going to Libby's floor. They brought her up to the floor got off the elevator and mom just shut her eyes. They brought her into the room and she made them shut the door. Libby showed her a picture of a train and she said I hate trains.
We were taking turns taking care of her. When you get on the pediatric floor it's decorated like a train station. Some of you might remember it. There are pictures all up and down the hall ways. Inside the rooms a train goes all around the ceiling. I was setting there around 3 A.M. in the morning watching her and knowing she wasn't going to last much longer. It hit me smack in the face. When you die you will be surrounded by trains. I see trains. I started to cry and shake all over. A nurse came in and I had to tell her. She was so amazed this was when mom was 16 years old. That was 60 some years ago this gypsy told her that. I told my brother and sisters the next day and they could not ever remember mom telling that story and they freaked. Now, what do you think of it? Life is such a mystery. You're told to not believe is such stuff but, when you live it. It's a different story.... This story is brought to you by W V Ghosts Dot Com
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