You may recall my earlier post regarding Bacon’s Castle, and the Twilight Tour being planned at that location for this weekend. I portrayed my grandmother, Mae. To refresh your memory, here’s a picture of her, taken when she lived at Bacon’s Castle.
And here I am, dressed like her, and standing in approximately the same place she was in that picture. (The steps and door are no longer there.)
I thought I looked the part of a depression-era housewife. Complete with the cotton stockings that kept falling down.
Here’s my handsome son, Marshall, who was one of the tour guides during the Twilight Tour. And that happens to be his regular job, too. He’s one of the historical interpreters for the tours at Bacon’s Castle.
The room that I was stationed in is the attic, or the garret as it was called years ago. That white pole was placed there for support during the building restoration back in the 1970’s.
I caught the sunset through the attic window. (If you’re a regular reader, you know how I am about sunsets.) Yes, Mae had a digital camera in the attic this weekend. On Friday night, I was told that, on one of the tours, someone had a meter used to measure paranormal activity. Apparently the only place they had a reading that night was in the attic.
I didn’t see, hear or feel anything paranormal that night.
I do know my Grandma was up there with me.