Wednesday Scribblings, and we’re asked to consider and/or include the phrase “down in my bones”. I share a visit to Louisiana many years ago, and an experience that taught me the meaning of déjà vu! Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United. December 16, 2020
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Oak Alley. The travel guide describes it as a grand example of an antebellum plantation. I stand spellbound, gazing down the alley of majestic ancient oaks leading to the bayou, from which visitors and supplies arrived. A soft breeze stirs wisps of Spanish moss on the trees, and I feel a chill. Deep down in my bones I know I’ve stood on this spot before. On this very spot. For an instant I seem to see young ladies in elaborate ball gowns and young gentlemen dressed in Confederate uniform grey. Only for an instant, then the image fades. I turn and join the tour group as we ascend the steps. The eerie feeling of familiarity stays with me as we tour the rooms of this relic of pre-Civil War days. All my life I’d been a skeptic. No more.
Eerie feelings can teleport us. Nice one Bev
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Certain places, aromas, sounds, can certainly play on our memories or our imaginations. Sometimes it really does feel like it's in our bones.
ReplyDeleteAnother life, another time, yes.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if they you that stood in the glimpse that evoked the feelings saw the you of that day, and also felt that sense of déjà vu.
ReplyDeleteWe had similar grade school experiences. I say I was in the seventh grade when I sat on Santa's lap after our Christmas program when he let out that he lived on a neighboring farm. We had eight in school, half of us were cousins with me.
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Yes it's pretty convincing once you have an actual experience!
ReplyDeleteSome places just invite ghosts of the past to offer themselves up for examination.
ReplyDeleteTrue. I will never forget my Oak Alley experience!
DeleteBeverly, this was a nice tale of your visit to Oak Alley. We have driven past it a dozen times +/- . Mrs. Jim's father was from Thibodaux, Louisiana, and we visited that and New Orleans quite a bit in our earlier years. One time we did spend a three days at Madewood Plantation at Thibodaux.
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Thank you for telling about the racer vs razor back hogs. It was a little play on the two words, an unmentioned "razor back" with, begun with the word race, i.e. race, "racer back", my fictitious hog was born. I am glad that you brought this up, thank you.
Sorry that I am so late in returning your comment, we were out of town for Mrs. Jim's 100 year old cousin's funeral in Baton Rouge. Not much time for blog work, I had started this earlier but skipped a few choices for more verses and skipped to the small again scabies mite problem.
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ah, nice - goosebumps given ~
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