When I first moved into this 100-year-old house (now a museum) in 1989, on my way downstairs past the library I frequently "saw" a male form seated at the Judge's old desk. I assumed 'it' was the Judge (who had died in 1939) so I'd smile, mentally say Good morning and continue downstairs.

Late in that year the Judge's niece who had inherited this house died. (She had had a brief marriage back in the late 40's-50's before her husband died of cancer. Her husband died here in 1954.)

After she died, I never again have seen that form. I don't believe it was the Judge that I saw but her husband waiting for her. Ah, love...

Ebbie