Wednesday, October 31, 2012
The Alabama women were on a girls’ getaway to Lafayette and New Orleans. They had come here specifically because of the house’s past and one of them wanted to encounter the ghost. I talked with them awhile. They seemed a bit jealous that I had the balcony room, but they were nice and I invited them to sit on it.
While there, the ghost seeking woman decided to rearrange a few things because we were told the ghost doesn’t like things changed. I wasn’t too keen on this, so unknowingly later I fixed it all back. I wasn’t about to make this night any worse. The ladies and I made a pact that if I got spooked than I would stay on their room’s couch. This scaredy-cat had a back-up plan!
About 10:30 p.m., I headed to my room. Amid some creaking and settling of the house, all I heard was the TV I switched on and watched until I found myself nodding off to sleep at one a.m. I jolted awake but then looking around and seeing nothing unusual, ended up going back to sleep nestled tightly in the covers, hoping I wouldn’t awake by a cold chill running down my spine or a realistic nightmare about falling into a well.
Thankfully I got through the night as a chicken should with the TV on and the lamps dimly casting a glow on the room. I didn’t rest well due to waking up every hour to fight to sleep again, which was likely caused from my overactive imagination and the light shining in my eyes all night.
Six a.m. came and I could not sleep, thus the scaredy cat survived the night. The welcomed morning brought sunshine and a simply amazing breakfast. After getting dressed and packing, I wondered downstairs to find the ladies. They were back on the porch—this time in regular day attire. They asked how I fared and I said fine, though I confessed about the lights. They said they had a great night’s sleep with nothing strange. I was glad for that. I met the owners and Mrs. Maugie had donned her red silk pajamas as per her tradition. She took me on a quick tour of the outside of the house.
I wanted to see the well. She took me out through a narrow winding garden path to the backyard. The well was barely noticeable except for the slight sunken piece of ground there. After she went back inside, I walked around a bit to check out their guesthouse, known as the “Garconniere” or gentleman’s house, and walked smack into the path of a black cat.
“Wow…” If I were superstitious, I would have probably passed out right on the spot. Instead I watched the cat pass, meow and disappear under the building as I wheeled around to go to breakfast. The meal was incredible. Chilled fruit served in a long stemmed goblet and the main course was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten—three crepes, done Acadian-style I presumed and stuffed with a light cheesecake filling and topped with strawberries, blueberries and Bananas foster. Très magnifique!
I headed to leave afterward with a glance behind me, half-expecting to see a young woman standing where I had stood myself on the balcony the night before. I saw nothing but that’s not to say someone wasn’t watching me.
For more information about the B&B, visit their Web site at www.tfreres.com or call 1-800-984-9347.
For more photos, check out their listing on TripAdvisor. http://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotos-g40261-d113629-w2-T_Frere_s_Bed_Breakfast-Lafayette_Louisiana.html#36478696
A few years ago, right before Halloween coincidentally, I had to go to Lafayette on a business trip and decided not to stay in a hotel but go with much more character - a bed and breakfast or B&B.
I chose a beautiful one called “Aaaah! T’Frere’s B&B.” According to their website, the house was built in 1880 of Louisiana red cypress hauled from a nearby Vermillion Bayou and the structure’s architecture was inspired by the Acadian colonial style.
|From their website|
It wasn’t until about an hour later that I discovered I booked a bit more than just a bed and breakfast. This B&B has been featured on The Travel Channel’s “Haunted Hotels.” I could almost hear the movie climactic sound effect “duh…duh…duhhhh” play in my head. “Great,” I thought, I had unknowingly booked a haunted B&B for the night.
According to www.GhostTraveler.com/Louisiana, a phantom woman, who is apparently a benevolent (friendly) spirit, abides there. On the site it reads that “a young woman either killed herself or accidentally drowned in a cistern on the property decades ago, while she was running a high fever; the Catholic church ruled her death a suicide and she was never given a proper Catholic burial. Patrons credit her spirit with moving objects - including furniture, walking around at night, and generally being a kind spirit. She has been known for playing the piano and music boxes, and was blamed for changing the color of one guest's wedding punch.”
I arrived in Lafayette around 7 p.m. and was given a quick tour by the owner’s son, John. The two-story house was lovely—painted white though covered in shadows in a ghostly night way. The large wraparound porch and small balcony lent a cozy factor to the establishment and the interior was just as comfortable with dark wood antique furniture and soft floral prints on sofas, curtains and bed spreads.
My room was the one with the balcony, which was fitting since it is referred to as the “Widow’s Balcony” and the ghost is supposedly seen roaming on it. It was actually attached to the bathroom down the dimly lit hallway. I had to take a quick peek and knew it was a bad idea when I was met with two sets of glowing eyes. I clutched my chest in fright, then realized it was just two spooky Halloween ghoul decorations hanging up.
Upon descending the narrow stairwell, I was offered the welcome appetizer of crab crustard—lightly toasted French bread topped with a delicious spread of crabmeat and melted cheese. I also took the chance to ask John about the house’s “history.” He caught on.
Some people can be a bit superstitious, so I didn’t want to ask outright. He said he doesn’t talk about it because the last time he did something strange happened. He told the story to two women guests and afterward while they were in the dining room and when he was in the kitchen he felt someone pass behind him and whisper over his shoulder. He turned and no one was there. He was creeped out and decided to not talk about it again. However, he did show me the “Haunted Hotels” Travel Channel segment as I sat in the glass enclosed porch dining extension.
The young woman’s name was Amilee Comeaux and it is believed her brother-in-law was the owner of the house. She lived there in the late 1880s after her husband passed away. She went into the Acadian tradition of a mourning year, which required her to dress in black and not go out in public. Thus she was confined to the house. She spent her days turning a wistful gaze at the outside world from the balcony.
She never remarried, thought to have taught math to local children and lived at the T’Frere’s house for years until she grew gravely ill in her early 30s. She was running a high fever—tossing and turning in her bed—and in desperate need of water to quinch her thirst. She ran out of it in the house so, in perhaps a delirious state, she stumbled outside for more from the backyard well. She never made it back to the house and was found dead in the well.
The local Catholic church deemed it a suicide and denied her body’s burial in hallowed ground thus leading many people to believe her spirit is at the house to this day—unable to rest. Several occurrences over the years have caused belief from dishes crashing noisily to the floor, to music playing in the house or babies crying to even sightings of a young woman looking through the curtains. Let’s just say I had plenty of information about the house’s “history” now but it somehow didn’t help the matter. We would have to see how the night progressed.
[To be continued later today…]
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
All you have to do is write a little blurb about where you are in the picture/s and what you were doing, what you liked, etc. It can be a few sentences or up to 300 words in length. It’s your preference, but the idea is to hear about your travels. It's a way to place your “Pen” on this World Map blog.
Here is the first "Penner's Spotlight" post, so you can have an idea of how it's done. I hope to see some of your "Pen" on this World Map soon! :)
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I’m a go-getter type of personality—not able to stay still long. I’m used to my busy life, yet I do think there is time to “stop and smell the roses” so to speak. The most unique thing about the list is that it offers 36 ways for Christians to reduce stress. No wonder these items hit home. God doesn’t want us to worry.
|An English Rose in London|
Below are 36 items to compare with your life to see if you have unnecessary stress (and let’s face it…we all do.). We may need to make some adjustments. I plan on taking many of these to heart.
The first one is quite fitting to be the top of the list: pray. Go to bed on time. / Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed. / Say “No” to projects that won’t fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health. Delegate tasks to capable others. / Simplify and unclutter your life. / Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
Allow extra time to do things and to get to places. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don’t lump the hard things all together. / Take one day at a time. / Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can’t do anything about a situation, forget it.
Live within your budget; don’t use credit cards for ordinary purchases. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc. / K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut) – This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble. / Do something for the kid in you everyday. / Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.
Get enough rest. / Eat right. / Get organized so everything has its place. / Listen to a CD while driving that can help improve your quality of life. / Write down thoughts and inspirations. / Every day, find time to be alone. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud.
Don’t wait until it’s time to go to bed to try and pray. / Make friends with Godly people. / Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand. / Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good “Thank you Jesus.” Laugh. / Laugh some more! / Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all. / Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can). / Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most). / Sit on your ego. / Talk less; listen more.
Slow down. / Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe. / Every night before bed, think of one thing you’re grateful for that you’ve never been grateful for before.
Do you have other methods to destress? Please share.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
My parents and teachers encouraged me. Without that encouragement and the desire that God placed in my heart, today I would not be doing what I love – writing.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The whole ordeal resembled the antics of Andy Grifftith and Barney Fife. If the cow had been arrested, I think she could be charged with resisting arrest, fleeing an officer (15 counts), destruction of property (one count), littering (a few counts), aggravated assault of an officer (numerous counts), disturbing the peace, simple escape (many counts), trespassing, and speeding.]
I just felt compelled to share this true glimpse
of life in my small town. I know everyone has their own unforgettable and comical moments in their lives...and their places of residence.
What is one antic
that sticks out in your mind? You know the one where you just shook your head and thought, "Is this really happening?" Pl
ease share. :)
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
|Me with my grandparents who have passed away|
Have you ever had a song that comforted you through a hard time? What was it?