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Ms. Grishom's rocking chair mystery prompted memories of my own youthful
curious events. Many having to do with my Grandma Pharaoh's 'haunted' farm! She lived in Nebraska with my Uncle Jim, a kind and gentle man whom I loved dearly.

On one particular visit, grandma had sent me into the middle bedroom to look for a treasure to take home from within the many boxes stored there. I never left grandma's empty handed.
As I leaned with my back up against grandma's big old iron bed (actually, it was the 'company bed' from the extra room, not the one that grandma slept in,) waiting for her to come in and help me find my prize, the big old iron bed moved.



Now I was a wee little thing, and smart enough to know or at least realize, that I wasn't
strong enough to be the one that moved the bed. Well, I shot out of there and ran to grandma's side in a panic, shouting to her and uncle Jim and my parents that the bed had moved all by itself! Well, unnerving as all that was to a small kid, it was sort of just smoothed over by all the grown ups at the time, and grandma eventually took my hand and led the way back into "that spooky room" to retrieve my little keepsake from the visit.

I hadn't given it much thought until years later when my husband & I had taken our then, two small boys to visit Uncle Jim and stayed overnight. I recounted the incident about the haunted bed to Uncle Jim the next day to see if he remembered it. He got this big grin on his face and chuckled that I had just slept in that bed! So much for the spooky memory!



It was only after all this that I discovered that both of my sisters (older than myself), had experienced even more bizarre incidents concerning that old bed. It seems that at different times, when they were little... they had each stayed overnight at grandma's in that
bed. And each of them, on those separate occasions had experienced the end of that big old heavy iron bed raising up at least a foot off of the floor (with them still in it)... terrifying them half to death! Or - such is their recollection of these frightening childhood bugaboos.
They both relate that they too ran screaming out to be rescued from the terror of this restless bed... directly to Uncle Jim, who being the wonderful rescuer of little girls, proceeded to go in and promptly inspect the suspect bed. The covers, the floor, and anything else suspected of causing such a phenomenon! Of course, he never found a thing, but to this day, that bed is still a family legend. We still get goose bumps, and all those scary feelings come flooding back at the mere mention of grandma's old iron bed!



There were many other strange things that had happened way back then at grandma's farm. Things that make one wonder if things really DO go 'Bump, in the night', or if they're to remain just the wild imaginings of active youthful minds. But one thing I do know, to this day I have this odd compelling attraction toward old iron beds that I may happen upon in quaint antique shops here and there. Maybe they just remind me of the farm and grandma, or quite possibly one of the sweetest, nicest, kindest uncles in the world.
Uncle Jim, you were the greatest and I miss you... iron bed and all.

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